Arranged Marriage (M/g reluc roman spank)

   Written by cc

   "I've gotta leave early this afternoon, Jim," said Mr.  Miller to his
younger assistant.  "Would you mind watching Emily for a while?  I`ll be
back at the end of the day to pick her up." Mr.  Miller's ten-year-old
daughter had been spending the day with him at the office.  Emily was
usually somewhat shy; a slender and pretty little preteen.

   "Sure, Mr.  Miller," said Mr.  Green to his friend and boss, "What's
happening this afternoon?  And how come you can't just take Emily home
first?"

   Mr.  Miller replied, "I have to meet with the Osmond people about the
new contract, and you know how long that's liable to take.  My wife's down
with that flu, and Emily's been kinda getting on her nerves lately, and I'd
like to give her a rest.  You know Emily's always taken to you like a
favorite uncle, so I'd rather leave her with you, if that's OK.  She's a
pretty good girl, but she has been getting a little big for her britches
lately.  If she gives you any trouble, just give her a good hard spanking,
on any part of her you can reach, and I mean any!" With that, Mr.  Miller
left the office.

   Ever since Mr.  Green had come to work for her father, he had became
quite friendly with the Mr.  Millers.  He was often invited over for
supper. He started going to their church.  During their time together,
Emily had developed quite a crush on him, though she admitted it to no one.
But her parents could tell, and they encouraged the relationship, hoping it
would blossom into more, someday.

   She had heard the entire exchange between her father and Green.  She
stomped up to him, quite irate, and said, "You wouldn't dare spank me!"

   "You can think what you want, little missy," Green replied, "Just don't
give me any trouble!" Emily stormed off, determined to test him.

   It wasn't long before she had managed to nearly ruin a month's work that
was lying on one of the work tables, not yet put away.  Green had already
warned her away from it, but she persisted in trying to look through the
papers, and had succeeded in nearly crumpling them badly enough to require
redoing.

   Green grabbed her by the arm and said, "That does it, little missy,
you've gone too far, and now you're going to get it!" He pulled her down
over his lap, and, tossing up her skirt, began to spank her through her
thin white cotton panties.  She struggled and yelped, but to no avail.  He
held her down firmly, and continued her punishment.

   He paused for a moment, and she thought surely he was done.  But he only
grabbed the hem of her panties, and pulled them down to her knees!.  Now
her trim little bottom was exposed to a man's eyes, and he wasn't even her
father!  She squirmed with embarrassment, and then squirmed even more, and
moaned and cried out, as he continued her spanking, now directly upon her
bare bottom.  (WAP!  SMAK!) "Oh, Oh, OOOOH!" she cried out again and again
as his hard hand punished her.

   All this was quite tormenting for her.  Her father had not spanked her
for awhile, since she was getting somewhat older.  And to have another man
handle her in this way made her feel very ashamed.  Yet deep down there was
also a certain excitement at having Mr.  Green spanking her.  She had even
fantasized about something like this, alone, at night, in her bed, her hand
straying towards her little girlcleft...

   Suddenly Green picked her up off his lap, spun her around, and sat her
down on his knees, facing away from him.  He pulled on her shoulders so
that she was leaning back against him.  He spread her thighs apart and
began to spank her directly upon her girlcleft!  (WAK!  SWAK!) "AAAAAA! 
O-O-O-O-O!" She cried out wildly as his hard hand punished her girlhood so
thoroughly.  After about twenty smacks on her cleft, he threw her back over
his lap, but instead of resuming her spanking as before, he held her bottom
cheeks apart with one hand, and commenced to devote strict attention to her
tender, delicate anus, raining spank after spank down onto this most
sensitive part of a little girl's anatomy.  She was so distracted by the
punishment of her bottomflower that she scarcely noticed his other hand
sliding underneath her and seizing her girlcleft, pinching and twisting the
lips and clitoris, except to feel a rising wave coming over her, that soon
had her yelping and bucking, as she came, and came, even as he continued to
spank her little rosebud.

   When it was over, he let her off his lap with a last smack on her
bottom. She scurried off, sobbing and rubbing her abused bottom and cleft,
and hurriedly pulled up her panties.  When her father returned, Green met
him at the door.  "Well," he said, "You were right; she is quite a handful
these days!  I did end up giving her a spanking.  You might think it was a
little unusual, but you did say to spank her anywhere I could reach.  I'll
give you all the details if you want..."

   "No, no; that's OK.  I'm sure she deserved whatever you gave her!  I
know she'll complain to me about it, but she'll get no sympathy from me; in
fact, I'll probably give her another one myself," said the girl's father.
And with that he marched into the office, found the little girl, and
proceeded to bend her under his arm, toss up her skirt, pull down her
panties, and deliver smack after smack to her all-ready-spanked bottom, as
she squealed and cried out piteously, "OH!  OH!  Oh, Daddy, please!  AAAH!"

   A few months passed...

   After her special spanking by her "Uncle" James, Emily had behaved
herself for some time.  She also had developed a habit of masturbating at
night, remembering her punishment in a confused welter of dread, anxiety,
and excitement as she rubbed her little clitoris and came in her bed.

   After some time, however, her misbehavior began to creep back. 
Meanwhile, her mother's "flu" had turned out to be somewhat more serious;
not life-threatening, but a debilitating disease that left her unable to
cope effectively with her daughter's infractions.  With her husband gone at
the office most days, the situation was becoming very strained.  She and
her husband discussed it one night:

   "Dear, we've got to do something about Emily!" her mother said.

   "I know, but what?" he replied.  "She's getting too big for me to
decently punish her, and you can't."

   "Well, I've been thinking about it, and I've got an idea.  You know that
new punishment salon downtown?"

   "You can't be serious!  That's a sexual punishment place!  We'd be
exposing her to fornication!"

   "Now hold your horses, don't you think I know that?  Hear me out.  I
heard about this from another family at church.  You remember Jennifer? 
The one Emily used to hang out with in Sunday School?"

   "Sure.  Weren't her parents having a hard time with her, too?  They were
having trouble getting her to come to church.  I notice she hasn't been
coming at all lately; I guess they gave up."

   "No, they didn't give up, and she's still going to church; she's going
to another one across town, now.  But let me tell you what they did..."

   Mother and Father didn't tell Emily where they were going; they only
told her that it was going to be a "surprise".  They pulled up outside a
building; it was nondescript, with no markings identifying it to the girl.
Two young women came out to greet them.  "Go with these girls, Emily;
they're going to get your surprise started.  We`ll see you a little later,"
her mother told her.  Emily unsuspectingly went with the ladies, one in
front and one behind.

   Emily walked with them through a short passage and into a plain room. 
There were two pillars in the room, and a small raised platform between
them.  They led her up to the platform, each one gently holding her hand.
As she stepped up onto the platform, suddenly the women, with a quick,
practiced motion, wrapped padded velcro straps around her wrists.  As she
stared at her wrists in astonishment, and before she had a chance to even
complain, they had done the same thing to her ankles.  Then without a word
they left the room.

   Emily found herself standing on the platform, wrists and ankles fastened
to what she discovered to be thin but strong chains leading to the two
pillars beside her.  She could move some, but she could not get off the
platform.  She pulled at her bonds for a moment, testing them, then
realized her predicament.  She began to call out, "Hey!  What's going on?!
Let me go!  I wanna get out of here.  Hey, somebody!" There was no
response. A little more frantically she began to exclaim, "Let me outta
here!  I want my mommy and daddy!  Help, help!"

   "Emily," said a deep voice from behind her.  She craned her neck to see
a man stepping out of a dark alcove into the room light.  He was tall, and
there was a familiar air about him, but he had a mask on, and his clothes
were strange.  He looked, had she but known it, somewhat like an
Elizabethan gentleman would have looked, complete with a large codpiece, an
item of apparel which certainly captured her attention.

   She called out, "Who are you?  What's going on?  Let me go, oh please,
let me go!  I want my mommy and daddy!

   He knelt down beside her and began to speak gently to her.  "Emily, your
mommy and daddy brought you here to me.  They know exactly what's going on.
And you'll see them again very soon.  No one is going to harm you here. 
Emily, I love you.  I know that sounds strange, but I do.  You are the most
precious beautiful little girl I know.  You're also very sweet, but I know
you've been having some problems with your behavior lately.  That's why
you're here.

   "You know your mommy hasn't been feeling well lately.  I'm afraid she's
not going to get much better real soon.  It's not dangerous, but it does
make it hard for her to handle you, especially when you've been so naughty
lately.  So after thinking it over carefully, your mom and dad decided to
give you to me.  Now you're mine; I will protect you and raise you like my
daughter, love you and cherish you like my wife, and punish you and use you
like my slave."

   "Whaaat!" she cried, "No, no, that can't be!  My mommy and daddy
wouldn't..."

   "Emily," he said firmly but gently, "Listen to me: they did do that. 
Look at this..." With that a curtain slid aside on the wall in front of
her, revealing a large TV screen.  A video began, showing her parents
speaking to the camera:

   "Emily," her mother said on the screen, "I know this is hard for you to
accept, but you belong to this man now.  It's too hard for your father and
me to take care of you and discipline you properly, and we know that he
will love you very much, and he will make you behave yourself!  He is
legally your husband now.  (With that, the man pulled a paper out of his
pocket and showed it to the girl; it read "Marriage Certificate", and had
his name and signature, and her name and her parents' signatures on it. 
She gaped at it in disbelief.) Don't worry, honey.  It'll all be for the
best.  We'll come to see you often, and you can come see us, too, whenever
your new husband says it's OK.  He told us he'll be glad to take you to see
us frequently.  But you'll need to behave yourself.

   "Now he's going to punish you, because you've been very naughty lately.
He's going to punish you a lot, and in some ways you've never been punished
before.  So behave yourself; he can always punish you more!  We love you,
honey.  Bye!" And the screen blanked out.

   She looked up at him with tears welling up in her eyes.  He took a soft
handkerchief from his pocket and gently dried them.  Then he kissed her on
her forehead, and her eyelids, her glabella, and the tip of her nose.  As
he did so, and she breathed in his scent, deep down inside her there was a
realization, not yet conscious, of who he was.  A certain sense of calm and
trust began to build in her.  Outwardly she was still fearful, or thought
she should be, but instead of actual fear, there was anxiety about her
coming punishment, anxious curiosity about her life as his
slave/child/wife, and a certain barely conscious sense of...excitement at
the prospect of being punished by him.

   But, almost without thinking, she naturally launched into another
protest, "Oh, Mister, please!  Please let me go!  I promise I'll be good!
Please, please..."

   "Emily!" he said, more sternly, stopping her protests short, "You had
plenty of opportunities to behave yourself before now, but you didn't.  Now
you're going to have to be punished.

   "From now on you will call me `Sir'.  If you are talking about me with
someone else, you will call me your Master.  You will obey me always.  If
you don't, you will be punished.  Sometimes I'll punish you just because I
want to."

   "No, no, I won't!  You can't do that to me!  I won't call you..." she
began, but she was cut short as he brought his hand down sharply onto her
bare thigh, SMACK!  "Ow!" she cried out.

   "During your punishments, you will not say `No' or `Don't' or `Stop',"
he commanded.  "You may say `Please' and `Sir', and you may cry and make
noise, but you may not say `Ow' or `Hurts'.  Let's try again."

   SMACK!  He brought his palm down sharply onto her bare thigh.  "OW!" she
cried out even louder, "Don't, that hurts!"

   "Emily," he spoke more sternly, and lifted her chin up to look into her
eyes, "Listen carefully: don't say `Ow' or `Hurts' or `Don't'.  Since you
choose to disobey me, I'm going to have to punish you more severely." With
that, he proceeded to rain a series of sharp openhanded spanks onto the
front of her bare thighs.  WAP-WAP-WAP-WAP!

   "OW-OW-OW!" she cried, then, as he looked sternly at her and smacked her
thighs even more severely, "I mean AH!  Oh, please Sir!  AAAH!"

   "That's better, young lady," he said.  "Now we can proceed with your
punishment."

   "Oh, but please Sir!  Oh, please!" she begged, but he moved around
behind her, pulled a peach switch down from where it hung on the wall, and
proceeded to apply it again and again to the backs of her bare thighs,
SWAK! SMAK!

   "AAA!  OOO!  AAAH!" she cried out as she felt the sting on her thighs.
"Oh, please, Sir, OOO!" Then he began to switch her on the front of her
bare thighs, WAP!  SWAK!  "AAA!  O-O-O-O!  Oh, please-please-please, Sir!
AAAAAH!" she cried out.  As he kept on whipping her, almost against her
will her thoughts kept straying to the time she was spanked so soundly by
her "Uncle" James, when he'd spanked her even on her...  while he held and
rubbed her on her...

   Her mind spun away from such thoughts as her punishment continued.  He
tossed the switch away.  He stood before her, just off the platform. 
Though her head still barely came up to his chin despite the added height
of the platform, her groin was now level with his.  Stepping up to her, he
reached both arms around her and slid them up her thighs, under her skirt,
and then plunged them down inside her lacy panties, seizing the cheeks of
her bottom in each hand.  She gasped in surprise.  She felt him pull her
firmly against him, so that her little unfledged mound was pressed hard
through her panties against the hard rod in his codpiece.  He proceeded to
knead and work her bottom, pressing the cheeks together firmly, then
suddenly pulling them up and apart, stretching the tender place between her
legs, such that, if her panties were not still in place, her anus would be
exposed to view.  Now she could not help but think of that time when she
was spanked right on her anus, as her clitoris was rubbed so fiercely, and
she...  Through the welter of memory and emotion, her attention focused now
on her anus, now on her little cleft, breathing in his scent, she came to a
sudden realization, unable to help thinking back to the time when she was
spanked on her anus and brought to a come by her...

   "'Uncle' Ja...!" she began to cry out, both excited and relieved.  But
he quickly stopped her in mid-cry by fastening his lips tenderly but firmly
to hers.

   He broke off briefly to whisper, "Not yet, little missy!" Then he
resumed the kiss, long and sweet, but not deep, almost chaste, if it were
not for his simultaneous attentions to the intimacies of her sweet
little-girl body.

   Finally he broke it off, as she swayed in her bonds, eyes half-closed,
with a nearly dreamy smile on her lips.  He looked down on her with tender
regard.  "Little Missy, " he began, "Here's the deal.  I love you.  You are
the most gorgeous sweet little girl in the world.  I would love to spend
the rest of my life with you.  But I'm going to leave it up to you.  We're
married, but we haven't consummated it yet.  Do you know what that means?"
She shook her head shyly.  "Do you know what it means to 'make love', to
'have sex'?" he asked.  She nodded slowly.  "When a husband and wife first
make love, that 'consummates' the marriage.  Until then they're not
officially married.  That means we could stop right now, I could send you
home to your parents, and we would not be married.  Your parents could get
it annulled, which means canceled.

   "But if we do that, then I must tell you: it would be too hard on me to
have to see you and not be able to hold you, and punish you, and rape you.
I'd have to go away.  But if you want, that's what we'll do.

   "But if you're willing, then we'll go on with your punishment, and by
the end of it we'll be married officially, and we'll go home together and
be together always," he finished, then waited for her reply.

   She lowered her head for a few moments, then looked shyly up at him and
said, "I want to be yours, Sir."

   He was so overcome, he could barely speak for a few moments.  Then he
wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "You've made me the
happiest man alive, little missy!" Then he stepped back and looked at her
quizzically.  "Do you think you could hold still for the rest of your
punishment?  I'd rather have you untied and submit to it willingly," he
opined.

   "I-I'll try, Sir," she stammered nervously.

   "That's my girl!  Now let's get you loose," he said as he undid her
wrist cuffs.  Then he released her ankles, and caught her up, lifting her
off the floor and holding her in his arms for a long, sweet hug.  Then he
set her on her feet, bent her under his arm, pulled down her panties, and
proceeded to give her a brisk, businesslike spanking on her bare bottom,
SMAK, SMAK, SMAK!

   "Oh!  Ah!  Ooo!" she cried out as he smacked her bottom again and again.
Then he stood her up, and her panties fell to her ankles.  He made her step
out of them.  Then he pulled her blouse off.  She wore no bra, being only
ten, so her little breasts were immediately exposed.  She blushed prettily.
He seized each breast, kneading her little breast buds, pinching and
twisting her nipples as she gasped and moaned, "Ssss!  Aaaah!" Then he
snatched a riding crop off the wall where it hung, and brought it down
sharply across her little breasts WAP!  Again and again he whipped her on
her nipples and little breast buds.  She cried out wildly, "AAAAA! 
O-O-O-O-O-OH!  Oh, but please, Sir, PLEASE!" as she writhed and moaned.

   He put her in the knee-chest position on the divan and stripped her of
her skirt, leaving her only in her calf socks and saddle shoes.  She was
now blushing deeply, thoroughly embarrassed at the thought that, at only
ten years old, her anus and little girlcleft were so fully exposed to a
grown man's avid gaze.  He didn't give her long to consider her position,
though.  Seizing a flat plastic ruler, her brought it up sharply again and
again directly onto her clitoris, vulva, and anus, WAPP!  SWAK!  SMAK! 
"AAAAAAAA!  OH-OH-OH-OH!  OH SIR!  AAAAAAAAH!" she nearly screamed.

   He fingered and pinched her tender delicate anus for a moment, then went
to an alcove and retrieved an ice dildo from the freezer there.  It was
ridged and fairly thick.  With one hand he thrust it firmly deep into her
anus, while with the other he seized and molested her clitoris.  She wailed
and yelped as he raped her little-girl anus with the ice dildo.  Meanwhile
that hot wave built and built from her clitoris to her anus.  Soon she was
bucking and sobbing as she came and came from the intensity of her
punishment.

   While she was still sobbing and shuddering, he lubricated her rosebud
and firmly thrust his rod into her bottom-flower.  She screamed out loud as
he thrust again and again into her, stretching her tender tissues, raping
her of the maidenhood of her already-abused anus.  She was so tight that in
no time he was spilling his seed into her rectum as she cried out in
anguished passion.

   After her sobs died down to the occasional sniffle, he withdrew.  He
swept her up in his arms and kissed her through her tears.  He carried her
to a shower that adjoined the chamber.  Soon he was thoroughly scrubbing
her most intimate parts with a rough terry washcloth: nipples, vulva, anus.
She squirmed involuntarily away from his ministrations, so he said,
severely, "Hold still, little Missy!" and, pressing her front against the
cold tile wall, he spanked her wet bottom, cleft, clitoris, and anus again
and again.  She jumped and moaned.  Then he resumed washing her, and she
held still, though she trembled and whimpered like the little girl she was
as he paid strict attention to her tender delicate anus, cleftlips, and
clitoris.  Then he rinsed her off with the hard needle spray, lifted her
out, and dried her with a rough towel, rubbing her nipples and cleft
vigorously as she moaned.

   He carried her back to the divan and laid her on her back.  He began to
kiss her: forehead, eyelids, glabella, sweet little mouth, neck, then her
chest.  He spent some time sucking and biting her nipples as she trembled
and yipped.  Then he moved down her belly, pausing to kiss her little jewel
of a navel, then blow a raspberry into it, making her giggle.  He slid on
down and down, until suddenly he was there, seizing her clitoris in a long
bite between tongue and teeth that almost made her swoon.

   Soon he knew she was as ready as she'd be.  He raised up, inserted the
head of his rod into her little unfledged girlcleft, and thrust in, burying
himself almost to the hilt in the little preteen, raping her of her
maidenhead with one swift stroke.  "AAAAAAH!" she screamed and nearly
fainted from the overwhelming punishment in her cleft, already smarting
from her previous abuse.  He just held her tightly for a while, nuzzling
her silky hair, while her sobs died away to the occasional sniffle.  Then
he began to thrust in and out of her, long and slow at first, then fast and
hard.  Her cries became louder and more anguished as he raped her, pinning
her to the divan with each stroke, driving for her cervix.  She screamed
again and came wildly, but even after her orgasm subsided, he continued to
methodically rape her, forcing her tender unfledged girlcleft to endure
even more sexual punishment until he finally deigned to pour his seed into
her little vagina.

   After he had spent himself in her preteen sex, he picked her up as he
stood, his rod still buried in her cleft, and held her for a long time as
she burned and murmured, almost sleepily.  After a while he withdrew
gently, shifted her until she was lying in his arms like the little girl
she was.  He carried her to his car and took her home.

   And they lived happily ever after.

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