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SOLD (MF/g, F/g, M/g, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Martha Henderson's face cracked a smile; she didn't smile that much
these days, but this was certainly something worth smiling about.  In their
mid-sixties, Mr and Mrs Henderson had been married for over forty years. 
They had brought up two wonderful daughters, Amy and Susan, who had left
home some twenty years ago.  It was unfortunate that their daughters now
lived in different parts of the world from them, both of them having become
highly successful business-women.  Martha and her husband Derek would have
both loved to spend more time with their young granddaughters.  The couple
were both strict child-disciplinarians, something their daughters both now
strongly believed in and practised on their own daughters.  The Henderson
spent many fine evenings with Skype running on their large flat-screen TV,
the sound turned up full, watching one or more of their five granddaughters
screaming their heads off as their little bottoms were strictly dealt with.
   A spanking, in the Henderson's view, was not a spanking unless at least
two implements were deployed to devastating effect on a cringing little
pair of bottom cheeks.  As a result, their daughters bottoms had often been
in a state that spanking could not be effectively carried out.  The
Henderson's had soon developed a range of painful and extremely exciting
alternative punishments for their daughters that always culminated in a
most satisfying parental orgasm.  For almost twenty years the Henderson's
had enjoyed exclusive rights over their daughters' bodies; the very
strictest parental discipline ensuring their daughters' dutiful obedience
and sexual compliance.  Watching their granddaughters being strictly
disciplined was most entertaining and gratifying too, but it wasn't the
same as being there and taking part.  Visits were too few and far between
to satisfy the Henderson's, which was why little nine-year-old Mandy
Fairweather was such a Godsend.
   Martha Henderson's smile widened as she looked at the little girl
standing in front of her.  Mandy was as cute as they came; a strawberry
blonde with pale white skin and a beguiling gap-toothed smile.  She was
into gymnastics and had an athletic body, only let down by her wide hips
which supported her large fleshy bottom.  Martha looked over at Derek; he
was practically drooling and the hard lump in the front of his trousers was
clearly visible.
   Mandy Fairweather was dressed in a plaid school uniform, a white blouse
with a smart striped tie, a short grey skirt that hid her plain white
panties.  On her feet she wore white ankle socks and shiny black leather
sandals.  Her shoulder length hair was tied into bunches, one either side
of her head.  As usual, Mandy was crying fearfully; the note from her
mother fluttered in her hand as she trembled.  How she hated the
Henderson's; they were the most terrible people ever!
   "Come here, darling!" called Martha, "Come and tell me all about your
week!"
   Mandy helplessly shuffled over to the woman.  How she despised these
nasty before-spanking discussions.
   "Let's have a little look at your note, dear!" said Martha, relieving
Mandy of the note she had watched her mother so carefully writing earlier.
   Martha unfolded the note and read it with a pleased smile.
   "Oh dear, Mandy!  We have had a naughty week!" Martha gloated, "Dirty
panties, untidy room, fighting with your sisters and even getting caught
playing with yourself!  Such a naughty girl!  What do you think, daddy?"
   Derek leaned forward, his eyes twinkling.  He sprightly man and his cock
seemed to get harder now than ever, a fact he put down to a stress-free
healthy lifestyle.  The strict bare-bottom disciplining of Mandy was a
delightful leisure activity that he always looked forward to.  He and
Martha often felt transported back to when it was one of their own
daughters standing in front of them, crying their eyes out, waiting for
their strict disciplinary session to begin.  His cock gave a jerk as he
remembered Amy and Susan and their small tight bottoms.
   "She's been very naughty!  Very naughty indeed!" Derek pronounced, "This
little girl needs a spanking that she'll never forget!  I think this calls
for a trip to the spanking room, Mommy!"
   "Ooooo!" Martha exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight, "The spanking
room!  How lovely!  So many things to hurt a little bottom with in there!"
   "Yes," Derek smiled, his pre-cum forming a wet patch on the front of his
trousers, "I'm going to have to be very severe today!"
   Mandy's soft little sobs cracked and became mewling wails as she heard
her sentence being passed; a trip to the spanking room for a severe
spanking from Mr and Mrs Henderson.  Almost subconsciously, her hands went
behind her and held her bottom which seemed to be tingling in dreadful
anticipation.
   "P...please!  Boo hoo!  Mr and Mrs Henderson!  Boo hoo!  Doooon't spank
meeeee!  Pleeeeeease!" Mandy blubbered.
   Martha and Derek grinned at each other; it was just like old times!  A
long session with one or both of their daughters in the spanking room
always finished with the most intense parental orgasms.
   "Come on, Mandy," Martha smiled, "why don't you take off your clothes
and give us a little show!"
   Martha and Derek settled back in their chairs to watch Mandy's exciting
performance.
   The weeping nine-year-old slowly began to disrobe.  First her sandals
came off, then her socks so that her sweet little bare feet were on show,
then her white blouse was unbuttoned and removed and her chest and tummy
were revealed.  She was flat-chested but her nipples stood out hard and
erect as her skin goose-pimpled with fear.  Slowly her short skirt was
lowered and stepped out of to show off her long athletic legs.  Finally, a
pair of small white panties was peeled down her legs and her cute little
pussy and large soft bottom were displayed to the Hendersons as she slowly
turned around to show them her body.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Boo hoo!  P...please, Mr and Mrs Henderson, w...would
you like me to do gym or ch...cheerleader or s...something else?" Mandy
miserably asked.
   Martha and Derek considered the question.  Their own daughters had found
that their sporting interests have been incorporated into their parents'
entertainment.  Naked gymnastics, ballet, cheerleading, majorette marching
had all seen their time, but the humiliation of a very flexible naked
little girl having to get into the most revealing positions, with their
genitals open and fully exposed, remain their parents' favourite.  Martha
and Derek looked at each other with a twinkle in their eyes.
   "Gymnastics, I think, Mandy!" Martha responded.
   As the tears streamed down Mandy's face, she began to drop down into the
horizontal splits.  Her legs spread ever wider apart until they were split
by almost one-hundred-and-eighty-degrees.  She bent backwards and her pussy
gaped open at the Hendersons, who both lent forward to have a really good
look.
   For the next ten minutes, Mandy put her flexible little body into the
most obscene positions her young mind could come up with.  Her anus was
displayed in a decidedly rude way with her bottom cheeks splayed wide
apart, her pussy was shown in a vast variety of different positions, often
gaping wide open so she could feel the cold air inside her.
   The Hendersons openly masturbated as Mandy performed for them.  Mandy
warbled her distress as she saw Mr Henderson's long thin hard penis being
rubbed and Mrs Henderson's white-haired soaking pussy being fingered. 
Mandy knew from bitter experience that the more excited the Hendersons
were, the more terrible her spanking would be.  Right now, the Hendersons
were gasping and squirming with delight; Mandy's tears fell faster still.
   "That was a lovely display, darling," Mrs Henderson said as Mandy's
body, now blushing red and covered in a sheen of sweat bent into yet
another outrageously revealing position, "but we really must get you to the
spanking room.  You've been so naughty, and we have so much spanking to do.
Off you go!  Right now!"
   Mandy led the way upstairs, the Hendersons trailing behind her so they
could get a good look at her bottom as she climbed up in front of them.
   Mandy headed straight to the spanking room.  She knew only too well what
was going to happen to her and her loud high-pitched sobs reflected that.
   The spanking room was largely unchanged from when the last of the
Henderson girls had left home.  Susan had been nineteen when she left, so
some of the equipment in the room was designed for the strict restraint and
display of an older teen.  Luckily, the Hendersons had retained much of the
equipment and implements they had used when Amy and Susan were younger; the
little chairs they had tied their daughters over, the little desks their
daughters had knelt up on, the straight-backed spanking chair, the small
bed that was used for the diaper position and other, more intimate,
punishments were all still there.
   Martha and Derek began to strip down to their underwear, Derek to his
white boxers and Martha to her large bra and large white panties.  Derek's
boxers stuck out as his erect cock pushed the material taunt, a translucent
wet patch at the end where his pre-cum was leaking.  The whole of the front
of Martha's panties and up between her legs was soaked, her pussy lips
clearly visible through the wet material.
   Martha wandered over to the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer.
She pulled out a large heavy wooden spoon.  Mandy mewled in distress;
several dozen from the spoon would make her bottom feel like it had been
burnt on a grill, and it wouldn't stop there!  Mrs Henderson would deliver
hundreds of spanks with the wooden spoon all they way up from the backs of
Mandy's knees, along the backs of her kicking thighs and then, for a long
time, on her bare bottom.  Then it would be Mr Henderson's turn and he
would choose something that hurt even more.
   Mandy lifted her shaking hand and pointed miserably at the bed.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  P...please!  Don't spank me!  Let's go on the
b...bed and have s...sex!  Boo hoo!  I'll be really g...good!" her
quavering voice pleaded.
   To emphasise the point, Mandy turned her back towards Derek, looked back
over her shoulder at him, hesitantly dropped her hands down to her bottom
and slowly pulled apart her cheeks to reveal her small red starfish shaped
anus.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Mr Henderson!  You can put it up my b...bottom!"
she blubbered.
   Derek's cock jerked; Mandy's little anus was very tight and the
scream-inducing process of inserting his whole cock up it would be highly
enjoyable, as would be the long slow shafting that followed, with Mandy
bellowing and wriggling underneath him.
   Martha coughed discreetly; `spanking first' was the rule in the
Henderson household.
   "Mr Henderson will deal with your bottom hole after your spanking,
Mandy." Martha stated as she sat firmly on the straight-backed spanking
chair, "Right now you can get over my lap and we can have a little chat
about your behaviour this week."
   Sobbing in fear, Mandy approached Mrs Henderson.  Her hands covered her
bottom protectively.  Mrs Henderson was smiling and swatting the wooden
spoon into the palm of her hand.  Every time the spoon cracked into her
palm, Mandy's bottom cheeks clenched; smack-smack-smack,
clench-clench-clench.  Then, slowly, as her weeping reached desperate
levels, Mandy climbed over Mrs Henderson's lap.  She felt her upper body go
upside down as Mrs Henderson pushed her further over so that her bottom was
positioned right under Mrs Henderson's nose.  Mandy felt Mrs Henderson
playing with her bottom, rubbing the cheeks, parting them and fingering her
pussy and anus.  As the hands left her bottom, Mandy gave a dreadful
fearful mewl, her spanking was about to begin.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   The long-handled wooden spoon gave Martha plenty of leverage to land
hard meaty smacks on Mandy's small fleshy bottom.  The shrieking
nine-year-old kicked and bucked over Martha's lap as her bottom was
punished.  Large red wooden spoon shaped marks appeared on Mandy's bottom
and legs as the wooden spoon whacked away.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MRS HENDERSOOOOOOOOON!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Mandy
shrieked; the wooden spoon was stinging her like a thousand wasps every
time it landed.
   Martha smiled; her pussy was throbbing madly.  She picked up the pace so
the wooden spoon spanked Mandy ever quicker.
   CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OWWWWIEEEEEE-YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" sang Mandy as her little
bottom bounced about, the wooden spoon marks starting to darken in colour
and join up.
   CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MRS HENDERSOOOOOOON!  NOOOOOOO!  PLEASE! 
YAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL LICK YOU!  I'LL DO ANYTHING! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Mandy shrieked.
   Derek's cock and balls tingled; he loved it when his cock was this hard.
Mandy's naked howling sexual entreaties as she bounced about over his
wife's lap and as her little bottom was turned dark red was the most
delightful sight.  He went over to the chest of drawers and carefully
selected a large thin plywood paddle.  He remembered well how his daughters
had hated the long drawn-out incredibly painful spankings the paddle
delivered, or their desperate begging for him to use his cock to punish
them with instead; something he often enjoyed doing.
   Martha was nearing the end of Mandy's wooden spoon spanking.  She had
thoroughly enjoyed herself.  Mandy had the most delicate little bottom and
even the lightest smack on it made her wince.  The full-blooded bare bottom
and backs-of-thighs spanking with the long-handled wooden spoon had reduced
Mandy to a shrieking howling mess.  Tears and snot flew off Mandy's face as
her head thrashed about and drool fell out of her permanently open mouth as
she roared out her pain and desperate pleas.
   Martha saw Derek waiting, holding the thin wooden paddle, the one he
liked so much because of the long length of the spankings it could deliver
and the exquisite responses it had got from their own daughters.  His
boxers were tented and she could see his penis twitching in them.  She
smiled at him and nodded down at his boxers.  Derek grinned and pulled his
boxes off so his hard cock sprang into view.  Martha nodded her agreement;
it was so nice for Derek to be able to have Mandy wriggling naked against
his exposed penis whilst he spanked her that it would be wrong of a good
wife to deny her husband such a pleasure.
   Martha finished up Mandy's spanking with the wooden spoon and let the
girl up to do that wonderful post-spanking dance she always did.  Martha
and Derek both watched with glee as Mandy tore about the room, her hands
welded to her bottom, skipping and jumping and shrieking at the top of her
voice about how much her bottom hurt.
   Martha got up from the chair and let Derek sit down.  It was now time
for his very own brand of strict fatherly no-nonsense relentless paddle
spanking that just seemed to go on for ages.  Their daughters had confessed
to them that it was one of the spankings they had hated most; it just
seemed to go on and on for ever and all the time their bottoms just felt
like they were going to explode.
   Martha drew the howling child's attention to her waiting husband.
   "Mandy, darling, Mr Henderson would like a little chat with you, now!"
she called.
   Mandy turned and saw a naked Mr Henderson sitting on the chair, his cock
hard and standing up against his tummy and him holding `that' paddle.  She
began to wail and babble desperate pleas; she remembered the last time he'd
used `that' paddle on her.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mr Henderson!  Pleeeeeeease!  Let me suck your cocky!
Put your cocky in my wee-hole!  Don't paddle me!  Bwaaaaaaaaah!"
   Derek and Martha grinned at each other; it seemed that Mandy agreed with
their own daughters and as to the paddle's effectiveness.
   "Over my lap, Mandy!" demanded Derek, in a stern voice that brooked no
argument.
   Blubbering and twisting her body in discomfort, her hands still
furiously rubbing her bottom, Mandy climbed over Mr Henderson's lap
presenting her bottom for his strict attention.  She wept forlornly as she
waited for the terrible endless paddle spanking to begin.
   Derek amused himself with an intimate examination of Mandy's little
genitals.  He rested the paddle on Mandy's back, bent over her so he had a
good view between her legs, reached between them and then spread her little
pussy open.  The soft little clam opened up to reveal its coral pink
interior and he felt Mandy shudder at his uninvited intrusion.  He firmly
inserted his middle finger as Mandy wailed in discomfort and humiliation.
His cock twitched and a blob of pre-cum emerged.
   "So, is this the naughty place you played with then, Mandy?" he taunted,
"We shall have to give it some `special punishment' later!"
   "Boo hoo!  Mr Henderson!  Noooooooooo!" wailed Mandy, fully aware of the
likely terrible consequences for her delicate tiny hole.
   Derek withdrew his finger and parted Mandy's bottom cheeks to examine
her little anus.  Such a sweet little hole, he thought.  His balls tingled;
his cock had had many happy escapades in Mandy's bottom and he was keen to
take advantage of her obedience again.  He rested his index finger against
Mandy's little anus and it slipped in.  She had been lubricated and, no
doubt, enemaed too by her mother.  Derek smiled; such an excellent maternal
preparation for a little girl being sent to a very strict couple for
prolonged discipline.  He slipped his finger out of the hot tight rubbery
little hole and picked up the paddle from Mandy's back.  Mandy wailed as
she felt the paddle being lifted off her and Derek saw her bottom give an
involuntary wriggle and clench; it was time for a long paddle spanking.
   CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!.. 
CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...
   The spanks were hard and solid, with almost five seconds between them.
Each time the paddle whacked into Mandy's bottom, she screeched and bucked
her bottom, wriggling and writhing over Derek's lap.  Between the spanks
she pleaded madly with him for the spanking to stop.
   CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'M SORREEEEEEEEEY!  NO MORE!"
   CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BOTTOM!  IT HURTS!  DON'T!"
   CRACK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  I'LL SUCK YOUR COCKY!  JUST STOP!  WHAAAAAAAAA!"
   CRACK!
   Derek's eyes sparkled as the naked child over his lap bounced and rubbed
against his penis, all the time describing the most outrageous sexual acts
that she would be glad to perform, if only his big hard paddle stopped
spanking her bare bottom.
   Martha enjoyed watching her husband spanking little Mandy.  It was such
a lovely sight with the little girl screaming and kicking and pleading so
nicely.  Martha quite lost track of the time.  It was only when she caught
sight of the little cartoon alarm clock that had been used to time some of
their daughters' more extreme punishments, that she realised that Mandy's
bottom thighs had been paddled for almost ten minutes solid; she signalled
to Derek to stop, albeit a little reluctantly.
   Mandy lay over Derek's lap howling and kicking.  Her bottom and thighs
were huge, grossly swollen, and dark red.  Martha slipped her panties off
and masturbated as she examined the child's completely out of proportion
buttocks that seemed to be glowing like a burning beacon.  How she loved
little bottoms when they looked like this!  How many times she'd spanked
and spanked and spanked her little daughters until their bottoms were like
oversized balloons and they screamed until they were hoarse!  Martha looked
up at her husband, her eyes on fire.
   "This girl needs the cane!" she pronounced.
   She watched Derek's cock twitch in agreement.
   Mandy was allowed off Derek's lap to entertain Mr and Mrs Henderson with
a further `my-bottom-hurts-and-I-don't-care-who-knows-it' session of
high-kicking buttock-parting hard-rubbing little girl trying to comfort her
poor scalded bottom after a long hard spanking.
   Derek fetched a three-foot-long cook-handled yellow rattan school cane
from the chest of drawers.
   "Mandy, stand in the middle of the room and touch your toes!" demanded
Derek, using `that' voice again.
   Derek swished the cane through the air so Mandy knew exactly what
awaited her when she presented her bottom in her straight-legged
bent-double position.
   "WHAAAAAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOOO!  NOT THE CANE!" howled Mandy, her bottom and
thighs still on fire from the wooden spoon and paddle, "I'LL DO ANYTHING!
ANYTHING YOU WANT!  BOTH OF YOU!  ANYTHING!  BWAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   "Now come on, darling." Martha encouraged, "Bend over and show daddy
your bottom!  Then we can get your nasty cane-spanking out of the way and
mommy and daddy can have sex with you!"
   Mandy wailed in fear; the Hendersons caned little bottoms like demons;
she wouldn't be sitting down for weeks after they'd finished.
   Martha went to Mandy and firmly grasped the girl by the shoulder,
leading her to the centre of the room.
   "Be a good girl and bend over, darling!" she said firmly, "You don't
want mommy and daddy to have to tie you over a chair, do you?"
   "NOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!" wailed Mandy and bent perfectly double,
her fingers touching her toes.
   Derek and Martha stood back to admire Mandy's bottom.  The child's hot
red cheeks were perfectly presented, tightly stretched, parted so the anus
was exposed and with her little pussy protruding from between the tops of
her thighs.
   Derek stood to one side and carefully measured up the cane to Mandy's
rudely presented little buttocks.
   THWICK!
   The stroke was a whippy searing red-hot streak of pain right across the
fattest part of Mandy's bottom cheeks.  However many times Mandy had her
bottom caned, it still burned more than she could ever remember.  She
jumped up, clamping her hands to her bottom and began to caper about
squealing madly.  Derek and Martha observed her with amusement.
   "One more chance, honey!" Martha reminded sternly, "If you can't stay in
position, we shall have to tie you over a chair!  You know what happens
then, don't you?"
   Mewling with terror, Mandy bent back over and re-presented her bottom;
she never wanted to experience again what happened when the Hendersons tied
you over a chair for a cane spanking.
   THWICK!
   Derek landed a very firm stroke right on the crease where Mandy's bottom
met her thighs.  Mandy's protruding little pussy got caned as well.  With
the terrible squeal Mandy's hands were all over her pussy and bottom and
she skipped about in an uncontrolled frenzy of bottom rubbing and
screaming. The Hendersons grinned at each other; it was what they'd been
hoping for.
   Through her blurred teary vision, as she danced about, Mandy saw Mrs
Henderson pulling a child's chair to the centre of the room.  The chair had
been drilled at various points on its frame and cords threaded through the
holes.  This allowed a reluctant child to be fastened to it bending over,
rendering them entirely helpless to stop the terrible painful strict
punishment being administered by the Hendersons from reaching their exposed
bottom.
   "NOOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!" Mandy howled, but it was
too late as Mrs Henderson firmly led her to the chair and tied her into
position.
   When Martha had finished, Mandy was tightly bent over the back of the
chair, her knees widely parted and tied to the frame, her back tied down
and her wrists fastened to the legs on the other side.  Her little bottom
stuck out with her buttocks widely parted; it was the most terrible exposed
position to be punished in.  Mandy's hysterical weeping told the Hendersons
that she knew what strict punishment was coming.
   Martha fetched a second three-foot-long school cane from the drawer and
stood the other side of Mandy's bottom to her husband.  It was time for a
spot of double-tag-team caning.  Even the threat of this had resulted in
many enjoyable nights with their own daughters who would positively
encourage their parents to new and obscene sexual acts rather than be
double-caned; daddy's penis would be inserted deeper than ever before into
compliant little holes and mommy's anus and pussy would be tongued so
deeply that Martha could almost feel them licking up into her bowel and
womb.
   Smiling at each other, the Hendersons began Mandy's strict discipline.
   THWICK-THWICK!  THWICK-THWICK!  THWICK-THWICK!  THWICK-THWICK! 
THWICK-THWICK!
   Mandy's bottom was strictly caned as the little girl shrieked in pain.
Derek's and Martha's engorged genitals enjoyed every moment as they both
completely ignored Mandy's pleading and calmly caned her bottom.  Only when
they had worked down from the top of her bottom to just above her knees did
they stop.  They both stood back to enjoy the sight of the twitching welt
covered punishment area.  Now Derek's cock and Martha's pussy needed to
have the very strictest little girl punishment sex with Mandy.
   Martha laid herself back on the bed with her crotch over-hanging the
edge, her legs wide apart and her feet on the floor.  Her large adult pussy
gaped open.  The small chair that Mandy was still tied over had been very
carefully selected.  Derek pushed the chair forward between Martha's legs
and Mandy's face was at almost exactly the same height as Martha's pussy.
The chair had proved an invaluable aid over the years in training small
reluctant throats to take longer daddy-punishment deep-throatings and
wonderful long mommy-pussy tonguings, where poor worn-out tongues would be
encouraged to even greater feats of endurance by mommy leaning forward to
apply the cane or strap to her daughter's bottom as their muffled squeals
emanated from her pussy.
   Derek gave the chair a further short push and Mandy's face was buried in
his wife's pussy.  The little girl began to desperately suck and lick at
the old saggy folds of Martha's pussy as she moaned in contentment.  Derek
went to stand behind Mandy.  Her tiny red anus nestled at the centre of a
crinkly little starfish between the two obscenely swollen punished bottom
cheeks.  Derek squatted down, holding his cock firmly, and levelled it at
the little hole.  He moved forward until his exposed purple helmet kissed
the hole.  He heard a satisfactory muffled wail from Mandy, then he pushed
forward.  His cock sank into her tiny tight anus.  It was the most
wonderful combination of tight, firm and soft.  Mandy was screaming now
into Martha's pussy and Derek watched his wife's eyes roll back in their
sockets as Mandy's high-pitched squeals vibrated through her pussy and
clit.
   Derek pushed the whole length of his cock up and then began to slowly
pump it in and out.  Derek's age meant that he was able to last a little
longer than when he had been younger.  Poor Mandy was treated to almost
twenty minutes of continued butt pumping and enforced pussy licking.  Every
so often there would be a tremendous groan and shaking from Martha as she
enjoyed yet another explosive orgasm.  Eventually Derek's cock and balls
were pushed too far and, almost screaming with joy, his cock twitched and
jerked inside Mandy as his sperm was pumped deep into the little girl's
rectum.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   Outside, Andrea sat in her car playing a game on her mobile phone with
her long decorated nails.  She checked the clock on the dashboard; her
middle daughter, Mandy, had been with the Hendersons for almost two hours
now.  She didn't mind, the Hendersons were very good customers and had
Mandy booked up on a weekly basis for a year in advance.  They were also
scrupulous about paying exactly in-line with Mandy's price list; Andrea
could guarantee that however ruined Mandy's little bottom was, however used
her tiny holes were, that she would be paid in full.
   A text popped up on the screen.  It appeared that the Hendersons were
finished with Mandy.  Andrea got out of the car holding a long hooded coat
to cover Mandy with.  It was better if these things were done discreetly.
The front door opened for her and she went in.  Mandy was standing there,
half in and half out of her school uniform.  She was howling miserably and
rubbing at the huge welts across the backs of her legs.  Mr Henderson
handed Andrea a brown envelope stuffed with notes.
   "Everything okay?" enquired Andrea.
   There was a slight pause.  Andrea was not happy.  Any complaint from
such loyal customers as the Hendersons would have to be very strictly dealt
with.
   "She seemed to have a bit of trouble staying still for the cane." Mr
Henderson remarked.
   Andrea nodded solemnly.
   "It will be dealt with." she said simply.
   There was the terrified whimper from Mandy at the prospect.  The
Hendersons both grinned as they shut the door behind Andrea and Mandy,
delighted to think that the little girl might be getting spanked even more
when she got home.  They returned to the family room just on the off-chance
that one of their granddaughters had been spanked while they've been off
line.  To their delight there was an e-mail from Susan with a video file
attached.  They both sat back and began to watch as one of their
granddaughters, six-year-old little Emma, began a very long discussion with
her mother and a large wooden hairbrush about her results that day's maths
test.  The Hendersons couldn't help noticing that, waiting next to their
daughter, was a large black butt plug.  It seemed that the hairbrush was
only to be the start of little Emma's punishment.
   o-------------------------------------------------o Andrea drove back
home across town.  The snivelling mewls from the back where Mandy squirmed
in her car seat, unable to sit comfortably, only served to remind Andrea of
the discussion she and her daughter needed to have when they got home.
   "The Hendersons were not satisfied!" Andrea rebuked her daughter.
   "Boo hoo!  But Mommy!  I tried!" wailed Mandy, aware that her little
bottom was on the line for any customer dissatisfaction.
   "They said you didn't stay still for your caning!" Andrea continued.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Mommeeeeey!  I tried!  Boo hoo!  It hurt!  My bottom hurt
too much!" Mandy warbled.
   "Not as much as it's going to hurt when we get home!" Andrea replied,
grimly; she was rewarded with a desperate high-pitched mewling as her
daughter contemplated even more bare bottom spanking.
   As they arrived back, Andrea remotely opened the garage door and drove
straight in.  Mandy was pulled from the back of the car, without the need
for the long coat to cover her, and frog-marched into the house.  As they
entered the kitchen, Mandy's two sisters, eight-year-old Wendy and
eleven-year-old Paula, were sitting at the table doing schoolwork.  All
three of them were spanked until their grades were first-class, which
gained the complete support of their teachers for their continually bruised
and blistered bottoms.
   Wendy and Paula looked up as their wailing, pleading, half-naked sister
was pulled towards her ground-floor bedroom.  As their mother passed them,
she spoke.
   "Wendy, go and put your Girl Scout uniform on.  We'll be leaving in
twenty minutes."
   "Yes, Mommy!" Wendy gulped as she ran to obey.
   The door to the bedroom shut and there was the muffled sound of some
desperate pleading.  In no more time than it takes to strip a little girl
naked this was replaced by ear-splitting shrieks as something hard and
wooden began to land on a pair of already welted and blistered bottom
cheeks.  Andrea was making sure that the next time Mandy was told to stay
in position for a punishment, however long, however hard or however
intimate, she would do as she was told.  Her shrieks and pleas for mercy as
her mother used her very biggest paddle to drive the message home was a
salutary reminder to her listening sisters about how good they had to be
during a punishment.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   Twenty minutes later, Wendy sat crying in the back of the car as her
mother drove her to the Johnsons'.  Wendy was almost a head height smaller
than her elder sister, Mandy.  She had straight black hair and brown eyes
and her skin was a pale white.  She had a small aquiline nose and cherry
red lips.  Her hair was cut into a short bob around the base of her ears.
Like Mandy and Paula, she had wide hips that supported a pair of large
bottom cheeks.
   Andrea let Wendy cry, the Johnsons liked her to be frightened and
tearful when she arrived.  The Johnsons had enjoyed punishing Wendy so much
last time, they had booked her to stay the whole night.  Andrea hadn't
bothered telling Wendy.  Her, no doubt, distraught reaction when she found
out would be a nice surprise for the Johnsons.
   The tears dripped down Wendy's face and her bottom wriggled in dread of
what was going to happen to it.  She hated the Johnsons, both of them; they
were the most horrible people on the planet!  Just over a year ago, Mrs
Johnson had been her teacher at school.  Wendy thought she was a silly,
fat, old woman and soon had the other girls and boys laughing at her.  When
Mrs Johnson had got frustrated with her behaviour, Wendy had laughed even
more.
   Wendy didn't quite know what had happened, but some months later her
mother had been very happy and said she'd got new clients who wanted a very
little girl to discipline.  Wendy's tummy had dropped because she knew that
meant her.  She had been driven to a house and when she'd gone in, Mrs
Johnson was standing there waiting.  Mrs Johnson somehow didn't look so
silly then; in fact, as she loomed over Wendy, she'd looked terrifying. 
Mrs Johnson had proved to be the most vicious spanker that Wendy or any of
her sisters had had to visit.  The marks that she and her collection of
implements left always took weeks to fade.  Wendy gave a choking sob as she
thought of the things that the Johnsons would do to her.
   Mrs Johnson and her husband happily prepared for their little visitor. A
whole night with the girl would be quite delightful.  Mary Johnson was in
her late fifties.  She had started teaching in elementary schools almost
forty years ago, back when spanking was positively encouraged by most
right-minded parents.  Mary had soon established a reputation for herself
as one of the very strictest spankers in the school and had been the first
to introduce a small paddle and strap for use on even the very tiniest four
and five year old bottoms there.  The parents loved her and soon Mary had
many private invitations from them to visit children in their own homes to
administer the kind of long vicious blisterings that couldn't quite be
practised in school.
   Mary's practices were fully supported by the male Principal of the local
gradeschool.  This soon led to a number of interesting mutual `best
practice sharing' sessions, where each would bring a naughty child along
and spank them in front of the other.  Before long they were falling in
love and married soon after.
   They soon set about recording their spankings so they could play them to
each other when they had sex.  At first it was with reel to reel tape
recorders, then cassette tapes and eventually early video technology.  They
amassed a huge library of recorded spankings.  As spanking in schools
became less socially acceptable, the Johnsons used their library more and
more, but it was not the same as the real thing.  Quite by chance, a year
ago, Mary had complained to a mother about her daughter's behaviour and
pointed out how she would have dealt with it in years gone by.  To her
surprise and delight, she was offered the chance to do just that, subject
to a certain payment.  The Johnsons were soon happily spending their
retirement fund and Wendy was spending much of her time screaming the
Johnsons' house down as her bottom was spanked until it blistered.
   As Wendy's mom parked the car up outside the Johnsons, Wendy's sobs
became more vocal.  She still remembered the terrible day that she'd been
sent to the Johnsons with her full price list, the one that included all
the humiliating disgusting painful optional extras that her little body
could provide.  The Johnsons hadn't looked back and now her visits were the
most terrible mix of spanking and child sex punishments that any little
girl had ever experienced.  Wendy got out of the car on wobbly legs as the
big coat was put over her to cover her distressed state.  She promised
herself that she'd try to be brave for the hour or so before her mom took
her home.
   The door opened a crack and Andrea and Wendy were admitted.  Mrs Johnson
stood smiling in the entrance hall as Andrea shut the door behind them and
removed the big coat covering Wendy, revealing her in her cute little Girl
Scout uniform, the skirt far too short showing off Wendy's sweet little
white panties.  Mr Johnson was elsewhere; he would have his own exclusive
`discussion' with Wendy later, once his wife had ensured that the little
girl was completely and utterly compliant to his demanding requirements.
   "Oh, Mrs Johnson," Andrea began, playing her part to the hilt, "I'm so
sorry that Wendy has been naughty in class again.  I brought her straight
over here, as soon as she'd finished Girl Scouts, so she could `discuss' it
with you!  I just can't thank you and Mr Johnson enough for having her stay
with you all night!"
   There was a dreadful wail from Wendy.
   "Mommeeeeeeeeey!  Not all night!" she squeaked, as the tears flooded
down her face.
   Andrea continued, ignoring her daughters terrified tearful prancing.
   "Of course, if you decide she needs spanking then you have my full
permission to do so, just as long and as hard as you wish.  I promise you
that I won't be worried by any bruising or blistering.  And if you feel she
needs, say, an enema or vaginal douche, then you have my full permission to
access any of her little holes as you see fit!"
   Wendy made a dash with her arms outstretched towards her mother, who had
started to open the door to leave.  She was caught and held firmly in Mrs
Johnson's arms as her mother stepped through the door and began to close
it. Her mother turned back towards her.
   "Be good for the Johnsons, Wendy!" she reminded, "I'll pick you up in
the morning.  Mommy will have lots and lots of blister cream ready for your
bottom, and other places!"
   The door shut and Wendy was alone with Mrs Johnson.  The strong arms
released her and turned her round.  The old woman towered over her, her
face stern and her eyes glinting.
   "Such a naughty little girl, Wendy Rochester, aren't you?" Mrs Johnson
scolded as she bent down and took hold of the hem of Wendy's short Girl
Scout skirt, "Always laughing at me and getting your friends to call me
names!"
   Wendy felt her skirt being lifted high up and being tucked around her
waist.  Her tears were falling faster now.
   "Turn around and touch your toes, Wendy Rochester!" Mrs Johnson boomed.
   Shaking like a leaf, Wendy did as she was told.  Her panty covered
bottom was presented to Mrs Johnson.  Wendy felt Mrs Johnson's fingers in
the waistband of her panties and then they were pulled down her legs.  She
dutifully lifted her feet so Mrs Johnson could take them off.
   Mary Johnson bent down behind Wendy to examine the child's bottom. 
Wendy had the sweetest, most spankable little bottom she had seen in all
her years.  For the small size of girl that Wendy was, her bottom cheeks
were big protruding wide things that seemed to almost float in mid-air. 
They were a perfect white with hardly a blemish on them.  Mary reached
forward with both hands and fondled the cheeks, jiggling them to admire how
they wobbled and danced, almost of their own accord.  She pulled the cheeks
apart to reveal the tiny pink anus with the stretched darker skin
surrounding the little hole.  Mary's pussy was tingling in the most
wonderful way, serenaded by Wendy's fearful sobbing.
   Mary had a passion, not just for the strict discipline of tiny bottoms,
but also for putting things up tiny bottom holes.  In the past, Mary had
been lucky enough to identify a few of the mothers' of girls that she
spanked as being supportive of such invasive disciplinary practices.  She
had spent many happy hours locked in bathrooms with small reluctant
children screaming and moaning as their bottoms were stretched open and
their tummies were filled with large cramping enemas.
   Mary straightened herself from her stooping position and pointed up the
stairs.
   "Off to the bathroom with you, Wendy Rochester!  Let's see if we can't
get you nice and clean!"
   Wendy miserably climbed up the stairs with Mrs Johnson following. 
Wendy's skirt was still rolled up around her tummy and, as she climbed up
the stairs, Mrs Johnson played with her bottom cheeks all the way up; it
was horrible!
   Wendy stood in the bathroom with her hands on her head as Mrs Johnson
knelt down and undressed her.
   "We won't need all these silly clothes now, will we Wendy Rochester?"
the old lady laughed, "Not now we're going to get our well deserved
spankings for being so naughty!"
   Mary licked her lips as she took in the view of the fully naked child
standing in front of her.  This was so much better than when she'd spanked
other children and had had to restrict what she did with them.  With little
Wendy and that very comprehensive price list, everything was permitted. 
Mary slipped her finger between Wendy's legs and put it right up the girl's
tiny slit of a pussy.  Wendy mewled and wriggled, the tears dripping off
her face as the finger was fully inserted.
   "What a tight little hole, Wendy Rochester!" Mary grinned, "When you
visit the Principal today, I'm sure he'll have a lot of fun with this!"
   Wendy wailed as she thought of Mr Johnson's large adult penis being
strictly inserted deep into her little pussy and how he would keep moving
it in and out of her for ages whilst it burnt like fire between her legs.
   "Get into the bath, Wendy Rochester!" commanded Mrs Johnson, "Naughty
little girls like you need wet-bottom spankings!"
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Mrs Johnson!  Not on the wet bottom!" wailed
Wendy, as the intrusive adult finger moved about in her pussy, "Please!  It
hurts too much!"
   Mary's pussy began to secrete juice as Wendy pleaded with her; Wendy's
soft woeful pleas were just a portent of the howling, shrieking and begging
that would come later when her punishment was in full swing.  Mary pulled
her finger out of Wendy's pussy.
   "Get in the bath!" she said, pointing.
   Wendy climbed into the bath and stood there as Mrs Johnson picked the
showerhead and ran the water until it was hot.
   "You know what to do!" Mrs Johnson said.
   Wendy cried big choking sobs as she complied.  She'd had wet-bottom
spankings from Mrs Johnson before.  She turned around so she was facing the
taps and faucet and then bent over and held onto the taps.  Whatever
happened, she mustn't let go off the taps.  She still remembered the
blisters Mrs Johnson had left on her bottom when she'd once been unable to
stay holding on.
   Mary bent behind Wendy and, holding the showerhead in her left hand,
sprayed water all over the child's bottom and thighs, her huge right hand
outstretched and hovering behind Wendy's bottom, ready to spank.
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
   Mrs Johnson's hand began to crash into Wendy's wet bottom and thighs as
the little girl squealed and her bottom swerved and jiggled about.
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
   "WHAAAAAAAAAA!  MRS JOHNSOOOOOOOON!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" howled Wendy,
but her wet-bottom spanking was only just beginning.
   "Keep it still!" commanded Mrs Johnson, as Wendy's little bottom did a
frantic rumba.
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
   For a good five minutes, Mrs Johnson spanked the child's bottom and the
backs of her thighs.  Water and spray flew off in all directions as her
hand made hard and fast contact with soft sensitive girlish bottom.  The
water from the shower continually kept the little bottom wet so the
stinging spanking could continue.  Wendy's bottom and thighs became covered
with big red hand-shaped welts that began to merge into a hot red swollen
splodge.
   Mrs Johnson stopped and pointed up at the shower rail.
   "What's that, Wendy?" she asked.
   The little girl looked up.  Hung from the shower rail was an enema bag,
a huge enema bag.  Coming out of the bag was a black rubber tube that was
looped over the shower rail.  Attached to the end of the tube was a big
rubber nozzle the shape and size of an adult penis, the thick meaty end of
which was an inch wide.  Wendy howled in fear.  Mrs Johnson had put lots of
things up her bottom, but none as big or as nasty looking as that thing.
   "WHAAAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOO, MRS JOHNSON!  IT'S TOO BIG!" wailed Wendy, her
hand sneaking between her bottom cheeks to protect her anus.
   Mrs Johnson turned the shower off and put it down.  She grabbed a towel,
lifted the nozzle down, carefully picking up a large tube of lubrication
gel off a shelf and sat on the toilet with the towel over her lap.
   "Out of the bath and over my lap, Wendy!" she commanded.
   Thoroughly subdued by her wet-bottom spanking, Wendy jumped out off the
bath and ran to Mrs Johnson.  Any thought of being brave or lasting out for
an hour was gone.  She was going to be staying all night here and Mrs and
Mr Johnson could hurt her just as much as they wanted to; she'd heard her
own Mommy telling them so.  Maybe, if she was super-good and did everything
they told her to, then they wouldn't hurt her as much.
   Wendy climbed over Mrs Johnson's lap and presented her bottom to her,
pushing it up as her head and legs dangled in mid-air.  Mary admired the
delightful little wet cheeks in front of her, already nicely reddened by
her well-placed hand spanks.  Mary's pussy was tingling in such an exciting
way.  She loved putting her fingers and other objects up Wendy's little
bottom hole and hearing the child cry and beg for it to stop as her tiny
hole was stretched ever larger.
   Mary lubricated her index and middle fingers on her right hand.  She
used her left hand to open up Wendy's spanked little cheeks exposing the
child's anus.  Then she began to slowly run her middle finger around the
little opening, enjoying the feeling of Wendy wriggling over her lap.  Mary
put her fingertip against the hole and began to push it up so it slipped
into the hot, tight, rubbery anal passage.  Mary could feel Wendy's
sphincter gripping her finger as she pushed it up.  Wendy's body twitched
and juddered with hiccupy sobs as Mary slowly worked her finger in and out
of her bottom hole.  After a short while, Mary put both her index and
middle fingers together and began to push them both up.  Wendy whined and
wriggled.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  P...please, Mrs Johnson!  It hurts!" she wept.
   Mary smiled and carried on; this was nothing compared to the thick hard
enema nozzle that would be going up there in a minute!  She removed her
fingers and wiped them on some toilet paper; it was clear that a good
clean-out was due, certainly before her husband got hold of Wendy.  He had
some very hard games planned for the tiny miscreant's anus.
   Mary lubricated the nozzle and slipped the blunt, bulbous, glans-shaped
head between Wendy's buttocks.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Nooooooooooo!  It's too big!  Don't!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
Wendy begged.
   Mary calmly and firmly pushed the large black rubber penis into Wendy's
bottom.  Wendy's sphincter was inexorably and painfully stretched to over
an inch wide as she shrieked and begged for it to stop.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!  IT WON'T
FIT!  IT HURTS!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!  LET ME DO SEX WITH YOU! 
PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   Mary's pussy soaked her panties as she watched the nozzle go deeper and
deeper into Wendy's pretty bottom hole.  Mary admired the way that the skin
around Wendy's anus stretched so incredibly tightly as the big rubber thing
made its way in.  When all but an inch or so had been inserted, Mary
released the enema mixture.  She'd put a whole quart of hot soapy water
into the bag; she looked forward to seeing the results.
   Wendy was put on her feet, still crying from the pain of the nozzle. 
She wailed and twisted as the hot irritating water began to fill her
bowels.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaa!  Mrs Johnson!  Please!  Make it stop!" she begged, "Take
it out!  I'll be good!  You can spank me so hard!  I'll stay still! 
Oooooooo, it's burning!  It's burning me inside!  Please!  Stop it!  I'll
do anything you want!"
   Mrs Johnson stood up, undid her belt buckle and started to take her
jeans off.  Wendy wept pathetically as Mrs Johnson undressed, her large old
out-of-shape body being exposed.  Mrs Johnson's large panties were removed
and her big fleshy bottom with her deep-set hairy anus and her white-haired
soaking pussy came into view.  Tears and snot flowed down Wendy's face as
the large naked woman stood in front of her.  The enema was still flowing
into Wendy and her tiny tummy was distended with its contents which
painfully griped inside her.  She got on her knees in front of Mrs Johnson
and began to desperately lick her very smelly pussy.  After a minute or
two, Mrs Johnson turned around and presented Wendy with her buttocks. 
Wendy opened the cheeks up and the results of a number of days without
washing were presented to her.  Wendy mewled in disgust and began to lick
Mrs Johnson's anus clean.
   Mary was having a fantastic time; the more little Wendy hated something,
the more she loved making her do it.  Wendy's weeping mewls and retching
filled the bathroom as her tongue worked deep in Mrs Johnson's anus. 
Mary's pussy dribbled down her leg as the little tongue flicked and
rummaged in her anal passage until Mary couldn't bear it any longer.  She
spun around and pointed at her pussy.
   "Make my kitty cum, Wendy Rochester, or I'll never let you use the
toilet!" she announced.
   Wendy's tiny face was instantly pressed against her bloated pussy and
Mary gave a strange strangled wail.  Loud slurping, sucking and licking
accompanied Wendy's amazing little tongue and lips that seemed to dance
across Mary's clit and labia until, shouting in delight, Mary orgasmed, her
copious juice soaking Wendy's face and hair.
   Wendy was allowed to use the toilet, but not before she had screamed and
wept as the huge nozzle was removed from her tiny bottom.  As Wendy
finished her miserable evacuation, she was already crying about what would
come next.  When she looked up, Mrs Johnson was standing next to the door,
ready to leave the bathroom.
   "Come with me, Wendy Rochester!" Mrs Johnson intoned, "We need to have a
very severe `discussion' about your behaviour!"
   Snivelling like a baby, Wendy followed Mrs Johnson down the landing to a
bedroom.  It was decorated as a little girl's room with pink wallpaper,
soft toys and pretty white furniture with heart shaped cut-outs.
   Mr and Mrs Johnson had carefully designed the room just for Wendy's
punishments.  The only things in the wardrobe were uniforms for dressing
Wendy up in; a little cheerleader, a small majorette, a private schoolgirl.
The only things in the chest of drawers were a selection of brushes,
straps, paddles and canes.  But, for Mrs Johnson, it reminded her of the
many times she would call at a child's home and, after a discussion with
the mother, take the child to their bedroom whilst the mother stayed
downstairs.  Up in the child's own bedroom, with their clothes fully
removed, Mrs Johnson would reduce a little bottom to an inflamed, bruised
and blistered mess.  It never cease to surprise Mrs Johnson how quickly,
once the mother had got used to their child being spanked, that mother
would become outrageously severe, demanding the most terrible punishments
for the child's little bottom.  Something that Mary gladly indulged herself
in delivering as the child shrieked and screamed as their bottom was
ruined.
   Mary withdrew a hairbrush-sized lexan paddle from the drawer.
   "Get on the bed in the diaper position please, Wendy!" Mary smiled.
   Wendy choked on her sobs as, still quite naked, she adopted the horrible
position, lying on her back with her knees against her chest and spread
wide apart.  Adults seemed to love spanking her like that, with all her
naughty bits on show.  Through her blurry tears she could see the glint in
Mrs Johnson's eyes as she knelt on the bed next to her, getting into the
perfect position to spank really close up.
   "You'd better stay in position for this, Wendy!  And keep those hands
out of the way!  You don't want me to tell your Mommy you were naughty, do
you?" Mrs Johnson threatened.
   Wendy shook her head dumbly; listening to Mandy's unearthly screams as
her already heavily welted and blistered bottom met repeatedly with their
Mommy's big wooden paddle made Wendy feels like being very good indeed.
   "Boo hoo!  I won't be naughty, Mrs Johnson!  Boo hoo!  I'll stay still
whilst you s...spank me!" she snivelled.
   Mary looked at the spread bottom and pussy in front of her.  Her own
pussy was throbbing and wetting again nicely.  Oh yes, she'd make little
Wendy pay, not just what she'd done, but for all the little brats in her
class that went un-spanked.  This would be a delicious long spanking where
she could look right into Wendy's eyes as the paddle exploded onto her
bottom and see her little bottom twist and wriggle as her tiny pussy and
anus winked open and closed.
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   Wendy's tiny spread bottom cheeks bounced and her hips jittered about as
Mrs Johnson started spanking.  The pain of a firmly applied lexan paddle
stung more than she could bare and Wendy let everyone know about it.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" she
screamed.
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!
I'LL LICK YOU!"
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   "RAAAAAAAAH!  AAAAAAAAAAAH!  IT'S HURTIN'!  STOOOOOOOOP!  I'M
SORREEEEEEEEEEY!  I'LL BE GOOD!"
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  DON'T!  I'M SORRY!  STOP! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   Mary's pussy throbbed as the little bottom became cherry-red and swelled
up in front of her eyes.  Wendy was clinging on desperately to her legs,
keeping them up and spread so Mary could spank as long and as hard as she
liked.  There needed to be more children like Wendy Rochester in Mary's
view; children who were trained to be unquestioningly obedient and present
their bottoms correctly for their spankings, then sexually satisfy the
adults punishing them.  Mary would like a whole class full of Wendy
Rochesters.
   Mary put the paddle down.  It was time to give Wendy something more
severe.
   "You may rub!" Mary announced.
   She gazed greedily as the shrieking girl rolling about on the bed next
to her, squeezing big chunks of her thick red bottom cheeks in her hands.
   "IT HURRRRRRRTS!  IT HURRRRRRRRTS!  IT HURRRRRRRRRTS!"" Wendy howled as
she rolled about, exposing her open pussy and anus.
   Mary ground her pussy into the bedcover; watching little Wendy's
after-spanking antics was so hot!  Mary went to the chest of drawers and
swapped the paddle for a freshly cut switch.  Only that very morning she
had gone out and cut five perfectly straight switches; thin, green and
flexible and around three feet in length, they would be a nightmare for a
tiny sensitive bottom.  Mary selected a particularly unpleasant looking
bendy switch and whipped it through the air.  There was a horrified wail
from Wendy as she heard the sound; her tear and snot soaked face lifted up
to plead with Mary.
   "WHAAAAAAAAAA!  NOT A SWITCHIN'!  MRS JOHNSON, NOOOOOOOOO!  I'M
SORREEEEEEEEY!  I'LL BE GOOD!  A-HEEEEEEEEEE!  A-HEEEEEEEEE!"
   Wendy's terrified sobs caused Mary's pussy juice to dribble further down
her legs.
   "On your knees and elbows, Wendy!" she commanded, "Dip that back, spread
those legs and stick that bottom out!"
   To Mary's delight, Wendy complied immediately and her pert little red
swollen bottom was presented for the switch's angry attention.  Mary
grinned and began the switching.
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   Wendy screamed as she clung onto the bed covers for dear life as her
bottom felt like it was being dipped in boiling oil.  The switch was
spanking her so fast she couldn't count the number of times whipped into
her little bottom.  It felt like being stung by a thousand wasps at once.
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed as the
switch started working down her thighs.
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screeched as the switch
started spanking back over her bottom on the tight inflamed cheeks.
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" her screams reached new heights as Mrs Johnson
angled the switch so that she could spank right into Wendy's bottom crack.
   As the child's red welted bottom danced in front of her eyes and the
little pussy and anus were displayed to her, Mary listened to Wendy's
shrieking pleas for sex.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  LET ME LICK YOUR KITTY! 
YAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL LICK YOUR BUMMY HOLE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOOP! 
I'M SORREEEEEEEEY!  I'LL KISS YOUR KITTEEEEEEEEEEY!"
   Mary put the switch down on the bed.  Her weeping pussy needed all those
things doing to it right now.
   "On your back, Wendy Rochester!" she commanded.
   Howling from her nasty switch spanking, Wendy rolled onto her back, her
hands going under her to grab at her bottom.  As she wriggled and jerked
her hips with the pain in her bottom, she looked for all the world as if
she were just trying to have sex with an imaginary partner.  Mary's pussy
throbbed madly; it was a highly erotic sight.  She crawled over Wendy on
her knees, her legs astride the girl, until her crotch was over Wendy's
face.  Then she sat down.  Her big pussy and bottom covered the girl's
face. She began to ride Wendy's face as a desperate little tongue and lips
sucked and licked for all they were worth.  With a deep roaring moan,
Mary's orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking as her pussy convulsed
and sprayed juice over Wendy's face and into her mouth.  It was a very long
and satisfying orgasm and to Mary it seemed as though she was riding the
waves of pleasure for ages.  Eventually she got off the spluttering choking
little girl.  Mary took a small hand-towel out of the drawer and wiped her
pussy dry.  She threw the towel over to Wendy, who was still howling.
   "Dry your face, Wendy!  It's time for you to visit the Principal!" Mary
smiled.
  
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o
   Downstairs in his home office, Arnie Johnson had been listening to Wendy
getting spanked.  He had already taken his clothes off and was sitting in
just his boxer shorts, which were obscenely tented out by his erect penis.
Soon Wendy would be left all alone with him for his own `special time' with
her.  Arnie much preferred to have Wendy spend time with him after Mary had
administered the child's initial spankings.  Then Wendy would always be so
very subdued and obedient and would do quite whatever Arnie liked.  He
heard soft tiny footsteps outside the room and there was a timid knock on
the door; his cock jerked.
   "Come in!" he intoned.
   The door opened and little Wendy, naked and red-faced, stood there
blubbering helplessly.  She looked up at him, her wet eyes pleading.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Sir!  Don't hurt my bottom!  Boo hoo!  It hurts
too much!  Pleeeeeeeease!" she wept.
   Arnie turned round in the chair so Wendy could see his erect penis
tenting his boxers.  Wendy's heart filled with hope at the chance to make
Mr Johnson's cocky squirt its stuff before he spanked her.  She ran over to
him.  Arnie lifted his bottom out of the chair so Wendy could pull his
boxers down.  His cock sprang out.  Wendy took it and began to slowly,
tantalisingly, give him the best little-girl-blow-job Arnie had ever had.
Wendy pulled the big adult cock out of her mouth making a throaty popping
noise.
   "Sir, your cocky tastes so nice!" she lied, "I'll push it down my throat
for you, so it feels really good!"
   "GURRRRRRRRRRRRRK!"
   Wendy's deep-throat skills, learnt over many terrible sessions with her
mother in their bathroom, with a selection of thick dildos and a huge
three-foot cane, were very advanced and Arnie moaned with delight as his
cock slipped in and out of Wendy's tiny compliant gagging throat.
   Wendy pulled the quivering penis out, making sure to keep rubbing it
vigourously.
   "Shall I sit in your lap, Sir?" she asked coyly.
   Arnie invited her up and Wendy scrambled into his lap, facing him with
her legs wide apart.  She began to rub her little pussy against his cock,
grinding her crotch into him.  Arnie could feel her red-hot bottom and
thighs on his legs.  He reached down and put his finger into her pussy,
then a second one.
   "Oooooo, Sir!  I bet you could get your whole willy in there!" Wendy
lisped unconvincingly, her bottom lip quivering and tears leaking out of
her eyes.
   Wendy mewled as Mr Johnson's fingers went further up her little pussy.
Her bottom hurt so much, perhaps if she tried really hard and could take
the whole of his willy, he wouldn't hurt her bottom anymore.  Then Wendy
noticed that Mr Johnson was looking elsewhere; her eyes followed his gaze.
Lying on the two-seater sofa in the corner of the study was the Johnsons'
biggest strap; a thick, two-tailed, eighteen-inch-long, heavy, black
leather monster.  Wendy could see that it was glistening with oil.
   "NOOOOOOOO!  PLEEEEEEEASE!  NOOOOOOOOO!" she wailed.
   Wendy climbed up so she was kneeling in Mr Johnson's lap and took hold
of his penis.  She carefully positioned herself so the tip of his engorged
penis was touching the little lips of her pussy.  Then she lowered herself
down, trying to get the end of it inside her.
   "Boo hoo!  Oh please, Sir!  Please!  I'll be so good!  Not the strap! 
Boo hoo!  Put your willy in me!  It'll feel so nice!" she pleaded.
   Mr Johnson pushed down on Wendy's shoulders and the head of his cock
popped through the entrance to her vagina so that he was properly in her.
The copious lubrication that her mother had applied before she left home
helped the huge thing slide up her as she sat down on him.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Wendy squealed as her tiny hole was stretched.
   It just felt so big in her and hurt so much.  Wendy's body was covered
with sweat as she worked her hole up and down on his thing but, as usual,
the last two inches stubbornly refused to go into her.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Please!  Please, Sir!  I'm sorry!" she wept, unable
to stop herself glancing at the strap that was waiting there to punish the
bottoms of naughty girls who didn't try hard enough.
   "Onto the sofa, Wendy!  Into the diaper position!" Mr Johnson said
firmly.
   Wendy broke down in uncontrollable sobbing; in that horrible position
the wicked tails from the heavy leather strap would spank her everywhere,
especially on those private places where spankings hurt more than anywhere
else.
   Wendy climbed off Mr Johnson's lap.  There was a rude plopping noise as
his large cock exited from her tight little pussy.  She went to the sofa
and lay down on it, pulling her knees back to her chest, spreading them and
wrapping her arms around the backs of her knees.
   Mr Johnson got up and came over to the sofa, his hard cock bouncing as
he walked there.  He picked up the strap.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please!  Try again!  Wendy begged, "Boo hoo!  You'll get
it all up this time!  I promise!  Boo hoo!  Please, Sir!  Boo hoo!"
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   Wendy shrieked as the strap got to work on her swollen heavily-marked
bottom and thighs.  The thick tails wrapped themselves around her little
cheeks, burning her bottom like a furnace.  Then Mr Johnson turned his
attention to her anus and pussy.  Wendy's screams echoed around the house
as the strap spanked her tiny holes.
   "PLEEEEEEEEASE!  STOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!" she
shrieked as the strap punished her on the most dreadful places.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  PUT YOUR WILLY IN!  ALL THE WAY!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!"
she howled.
   Arnie's cock dribbled pre-cum as Wendy's bottom became thickly welted.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  ALL OF IT!  NOWWWWWWWW! 
PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Wendy begged.
   Mr Johnson put the strap down.
   "One last chance, Wendy!" he said and went and sat back down on the
chair.
   Howling with pain and jumping about as she rubbed her strapped bottom
and pussy, Wendy danced over to him.  She climbed up on his lap, put the
tip of his cock into her pussy and then sat down.  Almost insane with the
pain in her spanked bottom, Wendy sat down hard and her little pussy slid
all the way down his cock until her pussy lips touched the base of his
penis.  It felt like a burning pole had been pushed up her hole.  She
howled as she began to bounce up and down in his lap, almost his full
length of his cock going in and out of her.
   Arnie sat back and sighed contentedly; it felt so much better having her
pussy attending to his whole length.  Her desperate exaggerated bounces
made windy noises every time his big thing went in and out of her.  Arnie
gripped the sides of the chair; his cock was in ecstasy.  Due to his age,
it was going to take a good ten minutes of this hard work from Wendy to
make him cum.  He grinned happily as the howling girl pleasured him. 
Wendy's muscles ached as her legs kept her body rising and falling so her
pussy could slip all over the hard cock inside her.  Eventually she felt Mr
Johnson's cock twitching and starting to go rockhard inside her.  She
quickened her pace; she had to make that big horrible thing squirt inside
her or the spankings would go on forever.
   Arnie moaned as Wendy pumped her pussy on his cock at lightning speed.
He couldn't hold back any longer.  Wailing with delight, his balls
tightened and his prostate started pumping.  His cock juddered and twitched
as huge jets of cum sprayed up Wendy's tight little hole.
   Eventually Arnie stopped cuming.  He felt drained by Wendy's perfect
performance.  After a short moment he heard a light knock on the door.
   "Come in, darling." he said weakly.
   Mrs Johnson came into the room.  She observed Wendy's heavily strapped
bottom, thighs and anus that faced her and her husband's softening cock,
still embedded in Wendy's pussy.
   "Have you finished dear?" she enquired.
   "Oh yes.  Thank you, darling." her husband replied.
   "Come with me, Wendy." Mrs Johnson beckoned, "The Principal needs a rest
now.  I have some `games' that only you and I can play.  I'm sure he'll
come and join us later!"
   Wendy wept pitifully as she followed Mrs Johnson; she knew the `games'
would be horrible and painful.
  
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o
   Wendy lay on her side of the Johnson's big double-bed.  Her bottom was a
thick purple mass of bruises and blisters.  Scattered around on the bed
were the paddles, brushes, straps and canes that had been used on her.  The
huge purple dildo and thick black butt plug had played havoc with her
little anus and pussy.  The Johnsons stood in front of her, Mrs Johnson
with her pussy streaming juice down her legs and Mr Johnson with his cock
dripping pre-cum.  The Johnsons had decided that Wendy would sleep with
them for the night, although it seemed sleep was the last thing on their
minds.  It was now late evening and the Johnsons were consulting her price
list.  It appeared that they still had lots of money to spend.  She felt Mr
Johnson lie behind her and then she felt the tip of her penis separating
her buttocks.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Pleeeeeeeeease!  Noooooooooooo!" she wailed, but to no
avail as Mr Johnson pushed his cock deep into her rectum.
   She started squealing as Mr Johnson's cock firmly pumped in and out of
her tiny hole.  Mrs Johnson crawled over her body and Wendy saw a huge open
pussy suspended over her face.  Then she was engulfed by Mrs Johnson's big
soaking wet hole.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   At almost exactly the same time, outside town in a very private remote
holiday cabin, eleven-year-old Paula was barely beginning her punishment at
the hands of her `Uncle' Jeremy.  Paula was the tallest of the three
sisters.  She had a slightly olive complexion, green eyes and lustrous wavy
brown hair that was cut at shoulder height.  Her body had just started to
develop and she displayed little swollen bee-sting breasts and a pussy that
had pubescent swollen lips but was still bald.
   Jeremy moaned contentedly.
   "SLURRRRRRRRRRRP!  GARRRRRRRRRRKA!  SLURRRRRRRRRP!  GARRRRRRRRRRKA! 
SLURRRRRRRRRRRP!  GARRRRRRRRRRKA!"
   He watched his quivering erect penis emerging from Paula's throat and a
moment later being swallowed again, until Paula's mouth formed a perfect
`O' around the base of his cock.  Paula was naked and kneeling in front of
him as he reclined in a low seat.  She pulled her throat off his cock and
held onto the base of it.  As she moved her mouth away from the end of his
cock, lines of sticky goo still connected his shiny cock end to her open
mouth.  She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face and snot
dribbling out of her nose.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Sir!  Don't spank me!" she pleaded softly.
   Jeremy watched Paula re-insert his cock into her mouth.  He groaned as
her tongue buried into his stretched foreskin, searching out all those
really sensitive spots.  Then Paula's eyes bulged as she fed his cock back
down her throat.
   "SLURRRRRRRRRRRP!  GARRRRRRRRRRKA!  SLURRRRRRRRRP!  GARRRRRRRRRRKA! 
SLURRRRRRRRRRRP!  GARRRRRRRRRRKA!"
   Jeremy sighed again.  In his mid-fifties, he had been a very successful
businessman and junior-girls softball coach.  Every parent in town wanted
their daughters to be on his team.  He had one rule; the parents had to be
spankers.  A careful interview technique ensured that only the daughters of
parents who regularly wielded the belt, paddle, hairbrush or other
implement on their girls' little bottoms made the team.  This was, of
course, a precursor to him taking over their discipline.  For years there
was virtually no night of the week that he didn't have a half or
fully-naked little girl across his lap or bent in a revealing position as
he thrashed her bottom with a selection of implements.  He loved the
variety of little body shapes, tearful shrieking reactions and energetic,
sometimes extraordinary, post-spanking dances and antics.  Jeremy had worn
shorts with the pockets cut out so he could masturbate himself during the
whole proceeding.  He had always had the most wonderful orgasms. 
Unfortunately his professional standing meant he never touched the girls'
genitals inappropriately, although all the girls had to adopt the highly
revealing diaper position for most of their spankings.
   With Paula there were no restrictions and, as long as he paid, Andrea
seemed completely unconcerned about what state her daughter's bottom and
small reluctant orifices were returned to her in.  Indeed, she encouraged
him to choose the more expensive extreme-disciplinary options from Paula's
extensive list of services.  Tonight he had already had the fun of
listening to Paula's panicky mewls as she watched him handing over quite a
lot of money to her mother, in return for the most severe spankings her
little bottom had ever experienced.  The moment her mother left, Paula had
stripped her clothes off so `Uncle' Jeremy could play with her little body
whilst she whispered all the disgraceful things he could do to her if only
he wouldn't spank her.  For the last half-an-hour, Paula had been eating
his big hairy dirty anus and sucking his thick old shiny cock deep in her
gagging throat.  Next to her sat a large plastic bowl which every few
minutes she retched into after `Uncle' Jeremy concluded another vigorous
bout of throat-fucking.
   Paula felt Uncle Jeremy's hand on the back of her head.  She shut her
eyes tight and braced herself; he was going to do it to her again.  Jeremy
pounded his cock in and out of her rebellious little throat as Paula gagged
and retched over him.
   "GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  BLURRRRRRRRPH!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK! 
GAAAAARRRRRRK! CURRRRRPH!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!"
   He pulled out of her mouth and watched her dive over the bowl and retch
drool out into it.  Her face turned to look up at him, soaking wet with
tears, snot and drool.
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  P...please, Sir!  P...please don't spank!  I'll s...suck
more!"
   Jeremy lay back in his chair and lifted his legs.  Paula obediently
lifted his balls, pulled his buttocks apart and buried her tongue into his
anus for another prolonged bout of deep anal licking.  As her tongue wormed
its way up towards his rectum, Jeremy checked the clock.  Another ten
minutes or so and he'd be ready to begin Paula's long severe spanking;
silly child, didn't she realise, the harder and more excited she made his
cock, the more terrible and severe her spankings would be.  As her tongue
twirled in his bottom hole, his cock emitted a blob of pre-cum.  Oh yes,
tonight her little bottom was going to hurt until she screamed and
screamed.
   Jeremy led the way upstairs to his bedroom.  He had stripped the rest of
his clothes off so he was naked.  The little girl was doing a fearful jig
as they went upstairs, her pretty little tears glistening in the electric
light and sparkling as they ran down her face.  His cock twitched; she
looked so cute naked and weeping in her frightened pre-spanking state, her
little bottom wriggling, unable to keep still as it anticipated the
dreadful spanking it would soon be obediently stuck out for.  Paula's
tearful pleading as she desperately begged to be allowed to use her body to
pleasure him was very stimulating, as he listened to the countless tearful
descriptions of the degrading acts she would perform for him.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Sir!  P...put your cocky in my bottom!  Mommy
cleaned it all out and put cream up it!  Boo hoo!  You can put your cocky
all the way in!  Boo hoo!  You can do it hard!  Boo hoo!  I'll throat you
more!  You can do my bottom and mouth!  Boo hoo!  In one, then in the
other! Boo hoo!  I don't mind being sick!  You can make me sick all you
want!  Stick your cocky in my throat!  Up my bum!  Anywhere!  Boo hoo!  Do
you want wee-hole sex?  I can do that too!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!"
   Paula's desperate pleading went on until they reached his bedroom.  He
opened the door and guided her through first.  Her desperate shrieks as she
saw what he'd laid out on the bed made his cock twitch; the thick
twin-tailed spanking strap, the wicked three-foot-long heavy senior girls'
cane and the thin flexible white plastic genital-spanking rod.  Next to
them sat the biggest ever butt plug Paula had seen; six-inches-long and
almost two-inches-wide.  Paula danced about hysterically; her bottom would
be torn up by all those things, she wouldn't be able to sit down for weeks,
trips to the toilet would be terrifying squeal-inducing expeditions and her
poor little bottom hole would gape and leak poop into her panties for days
after that huge thing went up it.  She threw herself on her knees in front
of Uncle Jeremy, desperately trying to kiss his cock and balls and get his
cock into her mouth.
   Kiss!  Kiss!  Slurrrrp!  Kiss!
   "Please, Sir!" Don't, Sir!  Please!  Do sex!  Please!"
   Kiss!  Kiss!  Kiss!
   "Don't spank!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   Jeremy smiled and pointed at the bed.
   "On your knees and elbows, Paula!  Head down, dip your back, knees apart
and stick your bottom out!  I think I'll start with the strap!"
   Wailing with fear, Paula got in position and presented her little
bottom. She gripped the bedclothes tightly with both hands; however much
she screamed and begged and wriggled, her bottom would remain stuck out for
Uncle to thrash; the unearthly screams of her little sister's
don't-you-dare-move-when-you're-being-spanked lesson from her mother
earlier still echoed in her head.
   Jeremy picked up the strap, stood behind Paula and admired the small
full-cheeked bottom that was so rudely thrust out towards him.  The cheeks
had separated so he could inspect the tiny dark anus surrounded by the
darker, almost purple, skin.  He could detect the glistening sheen of
lubrication that he knew would have been applied deep into the hole so he
could sink the whole length of his cock into it.  He loved seeing little
holes gaping open and he looked forward to examining Paula's small rectum
after he removed the butt plug.  He stood back; it was time for Paula's
bottom to be spanked.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   The two narrow heavy tails of the strap wrapped themselves around
Paula's bottom like tendrils leaving thick red welts in their wake.  Paula
howled as her bottom was spanked.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOO!" Paula shrieked.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!" she squealed as her
hindquarters twisted, flashing her genitals at her strict Uncle.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NO MORE!  MY BOTTOM!" she howled as her little
bottom bounced up and down in crude imitation of how it moved when she was
giving her Uncle sex.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   Jeremy started to work the strap on the backs of Paula's fleshy thighs.
As the strap punished the untouched pristine white skin, Paula's screams
sounded anew.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YOUR COCKY!  I'LL THROAT YOUR COCKY!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY LEGS!  IT HURTS!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!  STOP! 
YAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   The strap punished the little bottom with devastating authority. 
Paula's bottom and halfway down her thighs was bright red, swollen and
welted.  Jeremy's cock dripped pre-cum as the little girl screamed,
promised him the most delightful dirty sex and waved her red little bottom,
anus and pussy at him.  He began to direct the vicious stinging tails of
the strap so they spanked into the child's bottom crack and between her
legs.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
howled Paula as her bottom weaved from side to side in an unproductive
attempt to avoid her most sensitive private parts from being strapped.
   The exciting display Paula put on as to the effectiveness of the strap
encouraged Jeremy to spank it directly onto her anus and pussy.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Paula screamed as
she was intimately punished.
   Jeremy put the strap down and enjoyed watching Paula's screaming
bottom-bobbing performance.  He loved how her hands scrabbled at the
bedcovers, desperate to go to comfort her bottom that bounced and jittered
in welted strap-pain.
   "Why don't you give your bottom a little rub, Paula?" he invited.
   Jeremy stood behind Paula and watched her grab her bottom cheeks and
inadvertently open up her anus and pussy.  Jeremy's cock throbbed as
Paula's vagina and sphincter were exposed for him.  Both little holes were
lubricated and ready, but Jeremy had barely begun Paula's spanking; his
cock wanted to see many more tears before it slowly penetrated one of her
holes.
   Jeremy put the strap down on the bed next to Paula and picked up the
cane.  He swished the cane through the air and there was a frightened wail
from the still howling little girl as she heard the scary noise.  Paula
twisted her head round and through her tear blurred eyes saw the naked
adult standing with his horrible big cocky, all stiff and hard with the end
of it peeled back to show the smooth purple end, swishing the huge cane
through the air.  She saw a drop of clear fluid slowly drip down off the
end of his cock in a long sticky line.  Paula howled even more; his cocky
was so excited he wouldn't stop spanking her until her bottom was black and
blue.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Pleeeeeeeeease!  I'll do anything, Sir! 
Bwaaaaaaaaaah! Just say what you want!  Boo hoo!  I'll do it for you!  Not
the cane!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   Jeremy pointed the end of the cane at a point on the carpet in the
middle of the room.
   "Come and stand here, Paula!  I want you bent over, touching your toes!"
   Slowly Paula raised herself off the bed, still feverishly rubbing her
bottom, and went to touch her toes for Uncle Jeremy.  She wept in fearful
little mewls; Uncle Jeremy caned so hard!  She'd never be able to stay in
position!  Fearfully her eyes turned to the awful two-foot-long white
plastic genital spanking rod on the bed.  Jeremy's eyes followed her gaze.
   "That's right, Paula!" he confirmed, "If you don't stay in position, you
know what Uncle's going to have to do, don't you?"
   Paula sobbed fearfully.
   "Don't you, my girl?" Jeremy repeated with a little more threat.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Boo hoo!  Yes, Sir!  Boo hoo!  You'll s...spank me on my
b...bottom hole and `tween my legs!  Boo hoo!"
   Jeremy grinned and his cock twitched at the thought.  Poor little Paula
would never be able to stay still once the big cane got busy with her small
bottom.
   "Bend over, Paula!" he grinned.
   Jeremy watched as Paula presented a small bottom to him in such a
time-honoured penitent way.  The child had bent perfectly double with her
legs straight and together and her bulbous bottom cheeks perfectly
displayed.  The rear of her plump pussy lips poked out between the top of
her thighs adding to the charm of the position.  Jeremy laid the cane
across Paula's bottom and carefully positioning himself so that he could
bring it down with terrible stinging accuracy across both the naked little
cheeks.  He waited a bit to enjoy listening to Paula's bubbling woeful
sobs. As he lifted the cane off her bottom, drawing it back for the first
stroke, Paula desperately started to plead with him.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaaa!  Sir!  No!  Don't do it!  Please!  I'll do any sex!  In
my bottom!  In my throat!  In my wee-hole!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Paula's bottom twisted and wriggled as her knees bent.  Her hands lifted
off her toes and moved behind her ankles, desperate to fly up and protect
her bottom.
   "NOOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" she squealed.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   Paula bounded up, jumping and grabbing at her bottom, dancing about the
bedroom.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  THE CANE!  IT HURTS!" she howled.
   Jeremy grinned and his penis twitched.
   "Get back in position, you silly girl!  You've just cost yourself a nice
long spanking on your naughty places with my special stick!"
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!" shrieked Paula, still
rubbing and dancing about.
   Jeremy's face grew a little sterner; clearly a more serious threat was
required.
   "Paula, do you want me to call your mother and tell her you aren't
complying with my wishes?" Jeremy asked in a low meaningful tone.
   Paula tore back to her spot in the centre of the floor and bent over,
sticking her bottom out and bulging it so her anus and pussy presented
themselves.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Noooooooooo!  Don't call Mommy!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!
Boo hoo!  Don't call her!  Cane me hard!  I won't move!  I promise!  Don't
call her!  Boo hoo!  Spank my poo-hole and wee-hole!  I'll stay still!"
   Jeremy's cock quivered and a blob of pre-cum emerged.
   "Hold onto your toes, Paula!" he commanded, his voice thick with lust,
"This is going to be severe!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   The cane repeatedly juddered in Jeremy's hand as the screaming child's
miserably offered bottom halted the vicious whippy strokes.  Jeremy's cock
bounced and twitched as the almost hysterical screams from the small
eleven-year-old accompanied her wriggling jumping bottom.  Jeremy slowly
and methodically caned Paula's bottom and upper thighs, the cane again and
again visiting her agonised red swollen blistered rear-end.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  SIRRRRRRRRR!  COCKY IN BUM!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  COCKY IN
THROAT!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Paula screamed,
not caring how hard Uncle Jeremy wanted to have sex with her, as long as he
just stopped caning her bottom.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  LICK YOUR BOTTOM!  YAAAAAAAAAH!  EAT YOUR POO-POO! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  IN MY WEE-HOLE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  IN MY BUM-HOLE! 
YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  THROAT YOUR COCKY!"
   "Get on the bed!  On your back!  Knees up and apart!" Jeremy ordered,
"It's time for your hole spanking!"
   Shrieking and hopping, her hands all over her bottom, Paula skipped to
the bed.  She got herself the diaper position, her ruined little bottom on
show, her legs splayed apart to expose her anus and pussy.  Jeremy picked
up the thin plastic rod and laid it down the centre of Paula's bottom
crack.
   "BWAAAAAAAAA!  PLEASE, SIR!  DON'T SPANK MY BUM-HOLE!" Paula howled at
the top of her voice, but Jeremy wasn't listening.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   The flexible little rod spanked Paula's tiny anus and the sensitive
inner bottom cheeks surrounding it.  Paula thought that she couldn't have
screamed any more, but she was wrong.  As the rod bit into the sensitive
surrounds to Paula's little hole, hoarse squeals erupted from her throat.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  UNCLE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MY
HOLE!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!  SEX ME!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   As the rod moved on to her pussy and her little clit and lips were
punished, her shrieking squeals became hoarser still as tears, snot and
drool flew off her bright-red face.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY WEE-HOLE!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUM-HOLE!"
Paula screamed.
   When Paula's small bottom hole and pussy had reached a suitably red
swollen welted state, Jeremy put the rod down.  He picked up the huge
six-inch-long two-inch-wide butt plug and began to lubricate it; this would
be a very strict lesson for Paula's little hole.
   "Hold on tight, young lady!  This is going to hurt!" he gloated as he
bent over Paula and touched the tip of the plug to her tiny hole, "Keep
still, or I'll call your Mommy!"
   "DON'T CALL!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   Paula screamed as her anus was almost instantaneously dilated to an inch
wide.  Her screaming didn't stop as Jeremy pushed the huge butt plug up her
bottom.  Paula shrieked and repeatedly hit her head against the bed.  The
pain in her little anus as it was forced to open to almost two inches wide
was indescribable and Paula thrashed about on the bed screaming.  Finally,
after ten minutes of screaming and the most explicit pleading her mind
could invent, her bottom had absorbed the huge plug.  Jeremy's cock
twitched as he stood back and admired the sight.  Then he bent forward and
started to pull the plug out.  Paula's terrified squeals re-doubled as her
hole started to be opened again as the plug made its way out.  Jeremy
dragged the plug out and Paula's anus gaped open at him.
   "Hold it open!" he ordered.
   The wailing child put the fingers of both her hands between her bottom
cheeks and pulled at the hole, keeping it open.  Jeremy held his quivering
cock and examined Paula's red exposed rectum.  He sat on the bed next to
Paula.
   "Come and sit in my lap, young lady!" he said, patting his lap, "Uncle
wants to put his cocky all the way up your bum hole!"
   Hiccupping back the sobs, with her tears, snot and drool still falling
off her face, Paula crawled off the bed.  Her hands tried to soothe her
bottom whilst still holding her anus open.  She backed up to Uncle Jeremy,
who had spread his legs apart, his big think cocky sticking up, ready to
punish her.
   "Boo hoo!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" she wept, inadvertently making
Jeremy's cock get even harder.
   Jeremy held his cock firmly at its base.
   "Sit!" he commanded
   Paula wailed as she lowered herself down into Uncle Jeremy's lap and
felt his cock engage with her open anal hole and begin its journey into her
rectum.
   "OWWWWWWIEEEEEEEE!" she squealed as the big hard fleshy thing re-dilated
her sphincter.
   Paula stopped lowering herself; Uncle Jeremy's cocky was only halfway
in, but it hurt too much.
   "Boo hoo!  Please!  Not all of it, Uncle!" she begged, "It's too big! 
It hurts too much!  Boo hoo!  Don't put it all in!"
   "Pass me my mobile, Paula!" Jeremy said sternly.
   Paula wailed; he was going to call her Mommy!  Then she wouldn't have a
bottom left by the time her Mommy finished!  Desperate to please Uncle
Jeremy, she sat down hard in his lap and his cock thrust up her, poking
deep into her bowels.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" she squealed in pain and self-disgust.
   Paula began to bounce in Jeremy's lap and the dirty windy noises as his
stiff cock pistoned in and out of her tight lubricated hole humiliated
Paula more than ever.
   The incredible feeling of the smooth hot rubbery hole, so tight but so
accommodating, sliding up and down his engorged penis as he admired Paula's
cane-ravaged bottom and thighs and the little girl wept so pitifully
excited Jeremy more than anything.  He moaned deliriously as Paula
obediently anally pleasured him.
   "Faster!" he moaned, and the little bottom speeded up, pumping up and
down, gripping and rubbing his cock in the most delicious way.
   Jeremy felt his balls starting to spark.  He moaned and twitched.  He'd
held back for ages, but the energetic work of Paula's obedient little anus
was going to push him over the edge.  He roared as his body bent forward
over Paula, contorted in pleasure.  He grabbed Paula's hips and pounded his
cock into her as he squirted jet after jet of cum into her rectum; it
seemed to go on forever.  Paula's little body had produced one of the very
best orgasms of his whole life for him.
   Jeremy fell back on the bed exhausted and lay unmoving for several
minutes.  Paula stayed where she was.  Uncle Jeremy liked to keep his cocky
in her until it went soft.  Paula wept to herself; having Uncle Jeremy and
the other men and women punish her and use her like this was horrible.
   Jeremy reached over and took his mobile off the bedside table.  Paula
saw her mother's name flash up and Uncle Jeremy began to text her.  Paula
started to shake; whatever text he was sending was going to be terrible. 
She slid off his cock, a windy plop sounding as it exited her anus.  She
dropped to her knees, took his cock, that had so recently been in her
bottom, and become to noisily suck and lick it.  The horrible smell and
bitter taste hit her, even though she'd been cleaned out.  She gagged and
drooled over him as she tried to persuade him to be nice and not text her
mother.  She felt his cock growing in her mouth, but he carried on texting.
Paula mewled and began to throat him, the slick guttural sounds filling the
room; Uncle Jeremy had won again and she was going to do anything at all he
wanted; the basement schoolroom, the black-leather filled dungeon, the
horrible medical-implement filled bathroom, the cute little girl's bedroom
with its huge collection of domestic punishment implements, anything he
wanted, anything at all!  His thick cock continued growing and hardening in
her throat as her head bobbed away.
   There was a ping as a text came back in answer to Jeremy.  He smiled as
he read it.  Andrea would be delighted for him to keep Paula for the whole
weekend; at a price, of course.  Jeremy lay back on the bed and the gagging
slurps and retching continued as little Paula sought to show her obedience.
Jeremy's cock twitched in her throat as he thought about what he would do
with her.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   Andrea was sitting at a desk with her PC on a website looking at very
expensive designer handbags.  The text from Jeremy had been most welcome;
an excellent client.  Now she could add another bag to her collection of
luxury clothing and accessories.  Andrea was naked and opened her legs a
little further apart, pushing her crotch forward on the chair.  Scrunched
up naked under her desk was Mandy.  Her bottom and thighs were in agony
from repeated paddlings, her mouth, lips and tongue ached, painfully sore
from hours of licking her mother's pussy.  As her mother's gaping hole was
pushed forward again, she tried to lick and suck the slimy lips and clit as
quickly as she could.
   Andrea frowned; Mandy really wasn't putting a lot of effort into it and
the lovely exercise of choosing a new expensive handbag was making her feel
quite excited.  She reached for a small button attached to a black
electrical lead.  The lead went down the back of her desk into a large
stainless steel butt plug embedded deep in her daughter's anus and rectum.
She pulled back from the desk and pressed the button.  There was an audible
electrical buzz, like the shorting noise of a fly killer exterminating an
insect.  Mandy screamed and jumped up, banging her head on the underneath
of the desk as the current flowing through her rectum and down through her
legs.  Andrea lay back in the chair with her legs wide open.  Mandy threw
herself between her mother's legs and began to eat her pussy out as fast
and deep as she could.  Andrea let out a satisfied moan.  She reached out,
clicked the `buy' button on the screen and gave a strangled wail as her
orgasm began.  Between her legs Mandy slaved on; of all the men and women
she and her sisters had to serve, their Mommy was the very worst.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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