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THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S GIRL (PED)
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[SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!] "AAA-AAA-AAA!" The little girl cried out as her
Daddy spanked her bottom briskly. Her Mommy looked on intently, watching
her daughter's bottom redden, her hand gripping her husbands shoulder.
When he perceived the child to be sufficiently chastened, he stopped
spanking, laying his hand on her bottom to gently rub it as she
whimpered softly.
"D-don't you think she needs a few more smacks?" his wife asked, eyes
half closed, breathing a little heavily.
"No, darling, I think that's enough. She's only nine, after all," the
child's father replied. He pulled the little girl up to a hug that his
wife joined in on, rocking the child back and forth as her little sobs
died away. "Go stand in the corner, now, Kristin," he commanded, and the
girl dispiritedly shuffled off, panties still around her ankles, knowing
better than to try and pull them up, or let her skirt loose from where
it was tucked into her waistband. She stood in the corner, a fetching
sight with her bare, reddened bottom completely exposed.
Mr. and Mrs. Randolph sauntered into the kitchen, out of little
Kristin's sight. "You know I really appreciate how you take such a firm
hand with Kristin's discipline. My daddy always spanked me when I was
naughty, and it worked out fine." She pressed her body against his and
put her face up for a kiss. He took her in his arms and obliged her,
passionately running his hands up and down her slender form. "Let's let
the poor kid out of the corner and set her up with a nice, long video,
eh?" she whispered in his ear. Soon they were in their bedroom with the
door locked...
Theirs was a happy little family, with the usual round of work, school
(Kristin was homeschooled), church, gymnastics (Kristin was quite
limber, and cute as a button in her leotards). But darker days lay
around the corner...
"There's nothing else to do. We'll have to sell the house. We won't get
much for it, though. We'll have to sell...everything. We're just in too
deep, and the business just isn't cutting it." Mr. Randolph was despondent.
"Isn't there anything else we can do, John? It'll be so hard on Kristin.
And where will we live?" Mrs. Randolph replied.
Mr. Randolph just shook his head, "I can't see what, Karla, I just can't
see what to do."
A pall lay over the household for a few days. Even little Kristin
noticed it. "Mommy, what's wrong?" she finally asked her mother after
one deep sigh too many from the latter. Her mother tried to explain the
problem in terms the girl could understand. "We should call Carl!" she
exclaimed. "I bet he would help!"
Carl Lawford was a young man who had spent 2 years in the Randolph
household when Kristin was 5 and 6. She had taken a deep liking to him.
He was a distant relative, and was struggling to start a photography
business. He had begun to do well, had gone off on his own, and the last
they heard he was flourishing. The Randolph's had lost touch with him
for the last year, life being the busy thing that it is.
He had fit in very well with the family during his stay. He helped out
greatly in the house, cooking, cleaning, even doing laundry. He
accompanied them to church, and helped Kristin with her homeschool work.
She loved him, and he seemed to dote on her, although never in an
inappropriate way, as far as her parents could tell. They eventually
looked on him as something like her big brother, or second father. He
often got her up in the morning, and made her breakfast. There had been
times when he had even taken a hand in her discipline, literally...
[CRASH!] The jar of candy little 6-year-old Kristin had sneaked off the
shelf for the umpteenth time slipped out of her hands and fell to the
floor. "Kristin Marie!" her mother shouted from the next room where she
had her hands full with the laundry, "That's the last straw!"
"Carl!" she called to the young man, already bounding up the stairs to
make sure Kristin was all right. "Kristin needs a good spanking, and my
hands are full. Would you bring her in here and tan her behind?" The
boarder was a little startled, but he saw no reason not to comply.
Besides, his mind was all ready filling with the thought of his hand
smacking the little girl's tender bare bottom...
[WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!] Carl smacked Kristin's little panty-covered bottom as
she hollered. Really, he wasn't spanking her very hard. Her mom noticed.
"Carl, you're going to have to spank her a bit harder than that to make
any difference. And pull those panties down! My dad always spanked me on
the bare. She'll be embarrassed, but that's part of the punishment!"
Carl tugged her teddy-bear covered panties down to her knees and resumed
her discipline. Little Kristin struggled and yelped in vain, blushing at
her unaccustomed punisher. Soon her bottom was nicely reddened, and her
cries were repentant.
Carl stopped and looked at her mother. She had been watching intently,
eyes bright..."I guess that's enough," she said, almost reluctantly.
Carl let the little girl up, helping her to her feet, and started to
pull up her panties, but..."No, Carl! She has to stand in the corner for
a while with her bottom bare!" Carl managed to convey to the little girl
that he was sorry she had to do that, sorry he had to spank her, and
hoped she was OK, all with a little hug (which she returned quite
firmly, startling him) and a gentle caress of her bottom as she shuffled
off.
A similar scenario played out a number of times while Carl was staying
in the household. It made him hard as a rock to punish the little girl
that way, and he tried to strike a balance between satisfying her
mother's requirements for the girl's discipline, his own desires, and
the tenderness he felt towards the child. He always tried to give the
girl a hug afterwards, and made sure he spent time with her, played with
her, and so forth. He didn't want her to just look on him as her
punisher. And indeed she did not seem to resent him at all. She always
hugged him back, looked forward to his arrival at any time, and begged
to play with him whenever he would allow it.
But that was three years ago. Kristin remembered him, but only dimly,
like a favorite character in a mostly-forgotten story, not someone she
thought of every day. But now he sprang to her mind as a benefactor, for
some strange reason.
Her parents looked at each other. They were desperate, and willing to
swallow their pride, so they decided to follow their daughter's advice.
Carl was delighted to hear from them, and sorry about their plight. He
cut short a photo shoot he was doing and in no time was sitting in their
living room. He could see the worry in the Randolph's faces, the strain.
He could see their straightened circumstances; certain items of
furniture were missing; the car they were driving was even older than
the one they had had when he stayed with them before. Little Kristin was
wearing clothes that were faded, patched, too small for her. He came to
a decision.
He proposed a deal to the Randolphs. He told them that he was looking
for a child model for a particular kind of photo shoot, and he thought
Kristin would be ideal. It was a very special kind of shoot, and would
be worth a lot of money, more than the typical child model made; enough,
when it was over, to lift the Randolphs out of their hole and set them
well on their way to prosperity. But there was a catch. The Randolphs
listened carefully, and, after their initial shock at his proposal,
talked it over between themselves well into the evening while Carl
re-acquainted himself with Kristin.
"Kristin, do you remember me much?" he asked her.
"'Course I do, silly!" Kristin wrinkled up her nose at him.
"Do you remember much of what we used to do, what I did while I was
here?" he inquired.
"...We played some, I guess. I dunno...I remember something: you used to
spank me! I was always glad it was you spanking me, and not Daddy; you
were...nicer about it, somehow. Not that Daddy was mean, but it...felt
better when you did it. I dunno." Here she spun around, shyly, blushing
a bit at the memory of the handsome young man spanking her on her bare
bottom.
Meanwhile, her parents had come to their decision. Sending little
Kristin to bed, they sat down with Carl. "We appreciate your willingness
to help us," Mr. Randolph said.
"But we have some...arrangements we'd like to make with you, if we're
going to do what you propose," Mrs. Randolph added, and proceeded to
outline their ideas. Carl listened, more and more avidly as they spoke.
It seemed as if their additions, although they might drag the process
out somewhat, could greatly enhance the photos, and his own enjoyment as
well!
A few days went by without any action being taken. Then, little Kristin,
as she did with fair regularity, misbehaved. She expected to be spanked
immediately, but...
"We've decided that you're going to be punished a little differently
now," her mommy told her. "Carl is going to help us." She looked over
little Kristin's head at her husband; her look was difficult to
interpret: part worry, part love, part...intensity.
"W-waddya mean, Mommy? What's he going to do to me?" Tears were starting
in her eyes, but in truth, even if he were to spank her, she was always
glad to be with Carl. Her mother told her to hush, she'd find out soon
enough.
They arrived at the studio Carl had rented. He welcomed them at the door
and took them to the room he had prepared. Mr. and Mrs. Randolph took
their seats off to the side, and propelled little Kristin towards the
young man. Carl knelt down next to her, saying, "Your mommy and daddy
tell me you've been naughty, and you need to be punished. Isn't that
right? Hmmm?" Her face was downcast and she didn't respond, so he tipped
her chin up. Still avoiding his eyes, she nodded, glumly. "Well, young
lady, your going to be punished a little differently this time."
He took her over to a chair sitting in the middle of the main studio
area. "Sit here," he commanded. After doing so, she was startled when he
took some nylon rope off a nearby table and approached her.
"W-what's going on?! Whaddya gonna do to me?" she asked, a little
frantically. Her mother and father exchanged somewhat worried glances.
Carl quickly knelt beside her, speaking quietly next to her ear; her
parents couldn't make out what he said.
"What does Alladin keep asking Princess Jasmine? Do you remember?" Carl
thought surely she would know this; he remembered her watching the movie
3 or 4 times a day! And he had to watch it with her half the time.
Kristin couldn't figure out at first what he was saying, she was so
distraught. But after he'd repeated the question, looking intently in
her eyes, willing her to focus, she remembered...
"Do you tru...!" she began excitedly, but he cut her short with a hand
to her lips.
"OK, you get it, right?" he asked, with a little smile on his lips.
Relieved, but still a little anxious about whatever her punishment might
yet be, she nodded, eyes shining. "That's my girl!"
Then he stood up, and in a more commanding voice said, "Now, young lady,
it's time for you to be punished. Naughty girls have to be tied up to be
properly punished." So saying, he set to work tying her to the chair.
Both ankles were fastened each to a chair leg, and her arms were bound
behind her to the back of the chair. He passed a rope each over her
thighs, bare where her short skirt had ridden up high on her legs. Firm
loops fastening her ankles to the legs of the chair completed her
bondage. All the while, unnoticed by Kristin, video cameras were
capturing every moment from multiple angles preset by Carl.
He picked an item unfamiliar to Kristin off a nearby table. It was a
B-Stik, an implement suggested by the girl's parents. It looked like a
tawse, quite fearsome to any child, but it was designed to be nearly
impossible to break the skin, or even produce more pain than a bee sting
(hence the name) no matter how hard it was wielded. Her eyes widened as
she saw him approach her with it, and he could see her fear return. He
cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her face up towards his. He
looked intently into her eyes until she returned his regard. He mouthed,
"Do you...?," finishing the phrase with a nod of his head, and she
visibly relaxed, although tears continued to well up in her eyes.
He stepped back and swung the 'tawse' down across her bare thigh.
[SWAP!] "AAAH!" Kristin cried out, more startled than in pain. A faint
red glowed on her thigh where the discipline landed. Then [WAP-WAP-WAP!]
went the tool as she continued to yelp and moan. Soon her thighs were
covered with faint red marks that faded slowly. He finished with one
last sharp stroke that left her trembling and sobbing. Casting the
'tawse' aside, he knelt beside her, cradling her shoulders with one arm,
the other gently caressing her reddened girlflesh. Her tears stained his
shirt as she buried her face into it, seeming to melt against his chest
in apparent repentance and submission. After a bit he untied her, lifted
her to her feet, and returned her to her parents with a wink and a pat
on her bottom. They gathered her up in their arms and slowly made their
way to the car.
It wasn't long before the scenario was repeated. Having misbehaved in
some way, again Kristin was brought to the photo studio. "Naughty again,
eh Kristin?" Carl asked genially. She nodded glumly. He led her to the
platform in the middle of the studio. No chair was to be seen, but two
padded bars were in its place. Before she knew what he was doing, Carl
had her bent over one, ankles tied to the posts on either end, and her
wrists fastened to the other. Again he knelt in front of her and held
her gaze. She looked at him with trusting eyes and he knew he need say
nothing. Taking the B-Stik in hand, he tossed her skirt up. He was
surprised to see that she wore no panties, but managed to hide his
startlement. He sneaked a peak at her parents. They were watching
intently, and it seemed to him that he caught a quick gleam in her
mother's eyes...
He swung the 'tawse' against her bottom again and again as she yelped
and wailed. Her little buttocks cheeks jumped and danced as they were
reddened nicely, and her cries filled the air. Again, when her
discipline was over, he knelt and cuddled her as he caressed her bottom
soothingly.
After these sessions her parents were in a welter of emotion. Overlaying
all was a great relief; true to his word, Carl had already deposited a
large sum of money in their account, and the pressure was off. Naturally
they were conflicted about what was happening with their little girl,
but they could see that she was not being physically harmed, and she
showed no other ill effects so far. In fact, Carl visited their house
after the second episode for dinner, and she seemed delighted to see
him, jumping into his arms when he arrived, and monopolizing his
attention nearly the entire evening. And her behavior had improved, at
least briefly after each of her punishments...
In their bedroom at night, the Randolph's lovemaking was in overdrive.
Karla nearly melted into his arms after Kristin was asleep, offering her
slender body to John, who took her masterfully, glad for the renewed
intensity in his wife's desire. But he didn't know the half of it!
"J-John," she hesitantly whispered one night as she snuggled against
him, feeling his hard rod poke against her side through his pajamas and
her nightgown.
"Yes, my love?" he inquired.
"I...I've got something I...I mean..." she stammered.
"What is it, darling? Anything you want, you know it's OK with me," he
intoned, curious as to what could be up with her.
"I...I want you to..spank me," she finally blurted out, then buried her
face in his chest, deeply embarrassed to have admitted it, fearing his
reaction.
His response was to gather her even more closely in his arms and kiss
her tenderly. He whispered, "There's nothing I'd like better than to
give my naughty little girl a good spanking." She popped her head up,
startled and joyful at his reaction. In no time she was over his knee,
the hem of her gown tossed up, yelping and yiping like a preteen girl as
he smacked her bottom, "You've [SMACK!] been [SWAP!] such a [WHAP!]
naughty [SWAK!] girl, haven't you?" Soon her bottom was fetchingly
reddened, and he paused to rub and caress, his hand straying to her
well-moistened cleft as she gasped and moaned. Their subsequent
lovemaking was the most intense either had ever experienced, culminating
in deeply satisfying orgasms for both.
Over the next few weeks Kristin ended up in Carl's studio three more
times, bound and spanked as she had been. The Randolph's continued
pursuing spanking play to their deep mutual satisfaction. For his part,
Carl planned to move the 'action' forward.
The next time Kristin was brought to him he led her onto the platform
where two poles were erected. She stood before him, nine-year old girl
in front of grown man. "It's time for your punishment, young lady. Take
off your clothes!" he commanded. She looked startled for a moment, and
glanced over at her parents, but they looked on stolidly, a gleam in her
mother's eyes. She looked back up at him and lost herself in his regard.
She saw the love in his eyes, and heard again, without him asking it,
that same question, the one Alladin asked Jasmine, and she knew that she
did, completely.
She unbuttoned her white blouse and reluctantly slipped it off her
shoulders and let it fall. A sheer camisole was all that lay between her
nipples and his gaze. She undid the waistband of her skirt and slowly
let it fall around her ankles and stepped out of it, revealing her thin
cotton panties with hearts and flowers imprinted on them. She paused.
"Keep going," he ordered, punctuating the command with the smack of his
palm on her bare thighs. Sheyipped and hurried to obey, pulling her
camisole over her head and slipping her panties off her hips. Soon she
stood naked before him. She was a gorgeous preteen girl: an angel in
despair. Her breasts were mere buds topped by little nipples, erect in
her anxiety and anticipation, barely breaking the plane of her chest,
now heaving with conflicted emotion. She was heartbreakingly slender.
Her slim thighs gleamed in the light framing her unfledged girlcleft
which peeped from between them.
He took hold of her wrist and fastened on the velcro straps already
attached to one of the poles, then did likewise with her other wrist.
Her ankles received the same treatment. Now she was bound between the
poles, spreadeagled nearly in a cross position, a little naked preteen
girl completely exposed to a grown man's gaze. He took up the B-Stik and
began applying it to her tender flesh, first her bottom, then the backs
of her thighs. Then he moved around to the front of her thighs,
alarmingly near her private parts as she jerked and moaned with each
stroke. He continued her discipline until her submission and repentance
were nearly palpable in her soft cries and the writhing in her bonds of
her slender, nude, little gymnast's body. He completed her punishment
with three quick strokes: one on each nipple, then one full across her
mons as she cried out wildly, then slumped, panting and sobbing between
the poles. With quick, practiced motions, Carl undid her straps and
gathered her into his arms, rocking her back and forth as she clung to
him, sobbing softly, her tears staining his shirt as she buried her face
in his chest. She gradually quieted as he kissed the top of her head. A
glance over at her parents showed them entwined in each other's arms,
kissing passionately...
The next night, after Kristin's bedtime, Mr Randolph lay in bed watching
the news when his wife came out of the bathroom. He looked up and was
momentarily startled at the sight: she was dressed in childish clothes,
a 'baby-doll' nightie, with 'bunny slippers' and a pink bow in her hair.
She shuffled slowly to the bed and stood before him, head downcast, but
peeping up at him through her eyelashes. He took the hint.
"You've been a very naughty girl today, haven't you, little missy?" he
announced.
She nodded her head but said, "Oh, I know, Daddy, but please, do I
haveta be punished?!"
"You certainly do, young lady! You should have thought of that before
you misbehaved." With that he stood up next to her, bent her under his
arm, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking as she yelped and
whined. From there the 'scene' progressed until he had her naked, in
knee-chest on the bed, being spanked full upon her nether lips and anus
as she rocked and moaned, then came even as smack after smack fell upon
her clitoris. John wasted no time in taking her from behind, coming
almost immediately from the intensity of the action. As they collapsed
together on the bed in sweet embrace, neither of them noticed their
bedroom door gently closing...
"Mommy," Kristin asked Karla the next day, "When kin I get married?"
Karla was a little taken aback by the question, and she evaded a bit.
"Why, honey, is there someone you want to marry?" she inquired, stalling
for time.
Kristin mumbled something and turned red, twisting away a little bit.
"What's that, Kristin, I couldn't hear you," her mother said, though she
thought she really had heard, and was both stunned and yet not so, and
surprised herself by being pleased with her daughter's reply.
"Mr. Carl! I wanna marry Mr. Carl, OK?" Kristin exclaimed, then ran to
her bedroom and threw herself on her bed, hiding her face in her pillow.
Her mother followed her after a few minutes, and closed the door behind
her...
Soon afterwards Kristin found herself again bound between the poles,
naked. She looked around and noticed that she couldn't see her parents;
the light was too dim beyond the platform. Carl knelt in front of her,
cupping her chin in his hand. "Little one," he began, "There's something
important we need to talk about before we go any further. I want you to
know something," he said, as she gently smoothed a stray bang of hair
off her forehead and caressed her cheek, "I'm in love with you." Her
eyes were shining and she smiled shyly. "I want to have you with me
always, to raise as my daughter, and to be my little wife." Her eyes
half closed dreamily. "And I want you as my little girlslave," he added,
as her eyes widened, and she looked both anxiously and excitedly into his.
"I've talked with your parents," he continued, "And they've given their
permission for me to have you. In fact," and here he held up some
papers, "They've all ready signed parental rights over to me, and signed
the marriage license. Legally, we're married now. Little Missy, " he
went on, "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 with 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 and never see you again. 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 completely, and we'll go home together
and be together always," he finished, then waited for her reply.
"Mr. Carl," she almost whispered.
"Yes, Kristin," he answered.
"If we're married, does that mean you get to...to put
your...your...thing inside me?" she managed to ask.
"Yes, little one, that's what it means. It will be part of your
punishment, the first time. Other times might be...different." He waited.
Finally, "I wanna marry you," she whispered, so softly he almost
couldn't hear.
"What did you say, honey?" he asked.
"I wanna marry you!" she said out loud. He threw his arms around her
little nude body hanging in the bonds, kissing and kissing her. From out
of the shadows she saw her parents approaching the platform. Carl stood
away for a moment as they both leaned down to kiss their little girl.
"I'm so happy for you," her mother said, and her father beamed. Somewhat
startled, Kristin noticed for the first time how her mother was dressed,
or nearly not dressed! Her hair was in a headband, with bangs, like
Kristin herself wore hers. She wore a schoolgirl's blouse, the kind that
is so sheer it is always worn with a camisole, or at least a bra. Her
mother had neither, and her nipples could be easily seen through the
nearly transparent fabric. Her skirt was a plaid wrap-around, fastened
with a giant safety pin. But it was short, so short that her
panties...but Kristin realized that her mother wasn't wearing any
panties! And her mother's private parts were not only visible, but bare,
as bare as her own little unfledged cleft. She gaped, open-mouthed, as
her father led her mother to a platform right next to the one she was
bound on. There, as the light came up, she watched wide-eyed as her
father unbuttoned her mother's blouse and stripped her of it, revealing
her firm, small, high breasts. Then he unpinned her skirt and let it
fall. Now her mother was naked, slender, breasts heaving, trembling.
Kristin was stunned as she saw her father bind her mother to the two
poles on the other platform, even as she herself was bound. Then he
stood beside her, waiting, a tawse dangling from one hand...
Her attention was suddenly drawn back to Carl, now her
Daddy-Master-Husband, who was bringing over some rope. He passed a loop
around her and pulled it snugly against her chest, then another loop,
positioning them so that between them they caught her little breastbuds
and nipples, pinching them from top and bottom so that they protruded
beyond the height of the rope itself. He pulled the rope a little
tighter as she gasped, then fastened it in a firm knot. Another loop
went around her waist, then between her legs as he pulled it taut up
against her cleft and anus. She cried out as he tightened her bonds, the
rope pressing sternly into her underdeveloped girlhood.
Carl took up his accustomed instrument and swung the B-Stik sharply
against her naked buttocks, [SWAP!] "AAAH!" she cried out, more startled
than pained, and "OH-OH-OH!" again and again as he disciplined her
bottom. In a daze she dimly realized that smacks and cries were
emanating from the other platform as her pretty mother was also sternly
punished. Up and down the backs and fronts of her thighs Carl plied the
tool, bringing a fetching blush to her tender skin.
Then he turned his attention to her little breasts. Pausing for a moment
in her whipping, he reached out and seized first one breastbud and
nipple, then the other, kneading and working them in their bonds,
pinching and twisting her nipples as she gasped and moaned, writhing and
arching at the embarrassing punishment. After a period of this pleasant
(for him) and stimulating (for him and her!) pasttime, he stepped back
and swung the B-Stik directly onto her little breastbuds and nipples,
[SWAK!] "AAAAAH!" she nearly screamed as he repeatedly disciplined her
the same way, until her nipples were erect and fetchingly reddened.
Carl paused for a moment to lubricate his free hand from a tube on a
nearby table, then returned to his little preteen girlslave-wife, and
firmly seized her bottom, pressing in between the cheeks and moving the
rope aside to find her little rosebud. She cried out as he pierced her
with first one, then two, then finally three fingers, penetrating her
decisively, and probing her fiercely as she keened. Even as he molested
her anus he brought the implement down directly onto her mons and
unfledged cleftlips, whipping and whipping her tender preteen girlhood
as he finger-raped her anus. Cry after cry was torn from her lips as she
was so lasciviously punished.
Soon it could be seen that her body was betraying her. Her slim hips
bucked and rocked, alternately pressing her bottom against his hand that
so sternly invaded her tender, delicate anus, then proferring her
cleftlips and clitoris to the tool that stung so, seeming to send a
vibration through her, beginning with her little button, and spreading
to encompass her whole being. Her cries became hoarser, more rhythmic,
and finally she was yelping out a preteen's orgasm as he punished her so
sexually.
She was so distracted, sobbing out the last of her climax, she almost
didn't notice him standing before her. The platform was cut such that,
though the top of her head would normally barely reach his chest, she
stood on a level a bit above his. She suddenly became aware that his rod
was protruding, rampant, from his pants, as he squirted a bit of
lubricant on it. He pulled the rope away from her sex and shifted it off
to one side. Then he aimed his tool at her cleft, perfectly positioned
for him to take her by the difference in the platform height, grasped
her hips with his strong hands, and thrust firmly within her, raping her
of her maidenhead with one stroke, driving for her cervix as she
screamed once, shortly but intensely. He stayed deeply buried within
her, cradling her against him, stroking her back, kissing her hair, as
she wept, shoulders shaking. Soon her distress had died down to the
occasional sob and sniffle. He began to piston in and out of her abused
sex as she moaned with each thrust. Carl couldn't believe how
pleasurable it was to rape his beloved and beautiful little preteen. She
was so tight, and yet so soft and warm. He nearly came as he lost
himself in the knowledge and experience of taking her maidenhood, but
fortunately he had relieved himself enough alone lately that he was able
to ravish her thoroughly, with long, hard, and fast strokes as she cried
out rhythmically, "OOOO-OOOO-OOOO!". Even as she gave voice to the loss
of her virginity, the pain of it mixed with pleasure, so that a fresh
wave of orgasm left her arching and spasming as he ground his pubic bone
against her little clitoris. Finally he deigned to empty himself in her
little girlhood as she sobbed and shook. On the other platform Karla
also was giving voice as her 'master' took her, for the first time using
her anus, burying himself to the hilt in her bottomflower as she yelped
and shook, dancing on the end of his rod.
In the afterglow they undid their slavegirls, big and little, and
cuddled them closely, kissing away their tears, the girls lost in the
sweetness of love and submission, their masters humbled and joyous at
the beautiful gift they had been given.
And they lived happily ever after.