An Antebellum Boy and His Girl (M/g reluc romantic spank)

   Written by cc



   Crack!  "AAAAH!" screamed the teenage slavegirl as the whip seized her
buttocks.  The overseer brought his arm back and then down again, lashing
her between her legs, the end of the whip snapping directly onto her barely
fledged cleft.  "AAAAIIIII!" she screamed, and screamed and sobbed
repeatedly as he continued to whip her again and again.  Her dark skin
gleamed with perspiration in the torchlight.

   The other slaves watched closely.  The older men grinned and poked each
others' sides.  The older women nodded grimly.  Some of the younger women
licked their lips nervously, remembering all too well what the young teen
was experiencing.  Old Uncle and Auntie simply watched with satisfaction.
The overseer had formed a mutually advantageous relationship with the
slaves.  The owner of the plantation was ill, and often away from home. 
His only son was not yet old enough to assume control, so he left all the
details of management to the overseer.  The latter treated them very
fairly, made sure they were well fed and clothed.  He never separated
families or sold anyone "down the river".  And he made sure to "pay court"
to the senior slaves, Old Uncle and Auntie.  It was through interaction
with them that he developed a curious and very satisfying habit.  Old Uncle
and Auntie were great believers in discipline, particularly for young
girls. If one of the young girlslaves "sassed" an elder, or shirked work,
they made sure that the unfortunate wench was brought to the overseer.  He
in turn provided the discipline.  He was careful to punish the girls just
enough, no more; he left reddened areas on their buttocks, breasts, and
clefts that faded slowly, but no lasting marks.  Occasionally his victims
were known to achieve orgasm from his ministrations.  And a steady string
of them found their way into his bed for even more strict, intimate
punishment.

   The boy watched from the outskirts.  He was fascinated.  He did not yet
understand his own desires, he just knew that the sight of the young teen
girl being punished was one of the most attractive he had ever seen.  He
had recently begun masturbating, and he found his hand stroking himself
through his pants as the girl moaned and cried out.  The boy was the son of
the owner of the plantation.  This was the first time the lad had seen the
overseer whip a young girl.  He had been out late, walking, and chanced
upon the affair.  After the scene was over, the young man returned to the
mansion.  He slipped up to his room, undressed, and jumped into bed.  He
masturbated fervently, replaying the whipping of the girl in his mind,
imagining himself punishing her, and raping her.

   Most of the time the boy was on his own, his father being away a lot, or
too busy or too ill to spend time with him, and his mother having died when
he was young.  He found himself fascinated by buildings, especially bridges
and dams.  As a young boy, he spent many hours at the creek making
elaborate structures that temporarily diverted the stream, until finally
the flow ate into them and sent them tumbling.  Now that he was 17, he
turned his attention to the woods and pastures of the plantation.  He
planned various useful structures, and set out to build them, testing his
methods carefully.  He worked hard, sawing logs, hauling timber, drilling
and nailing with the primitive tools available at the time.  The overseer
remarked on this, and asked him, "Why don't you get some of the slaves to
help you?  Let them do the hard work!" The lad just mumbled something about
wanting to be alone, and stole off.  The overseer watched him go, musing.
In truth, the boy didn't want his structures seen by anyone until he had
perfected his methods.

   One day he was pursuing his past-time when he noticed a little girl
watching him.  She was a mulatto; actually very light-skinned.  She
appeared to be about seven years old.  She was, if he had only known it,
his second cousin; his granduncle raped her slave grandmother resulting in
her mother, who was in turn given as a bedwarmer to a visiting friend of
the boy's family, producing her.  She was dressed only in a skimpy
pullover, too short to adequately cover her.  As she squatted down to watch
him build, he could easily see her little girlcleft peeping out from under
the hem of her garment.  The sight somehow confused him, and he quickly
looked away.  To cover his confusion he gruffly ordered her, "G'wan, beat
it, girl!" "Yassuh," she reluctantly obeyed, shuffling off slowly.  He
watched her go.  Something in the slope of her shoulders, or perhaps her
slender thighs, seemed to hypnotize him.  Before she had gone very far, he
called her back.  "All right, you can stay; but you'll have to help me, and
do what I say!" he shouted.  "Thank you, thank you, Massa!" she cried as
she hurried back, eager to be a part of the fascinating work.  Under his
direction she carried what lumber she could, and his tools.  He found her
handy to hold measuring strings, and mark lines with charcoal, and such
chores.

   She was a lonely child, her mother having died a few years before. 
Because of her light color, and curly light brown hair that fell in soft
ringlets to her shoulders, she was not well liked by the rest of the
slaves, yet was kept as one by the "whites".  So she survived as best she
could on what scraps of food and comfort she could scrounge.  Helping the
young master in his building was more fun than she'd ever had.

   The only thing that bothered him about her was her diction.  But that
was easily remedied.  "Yassuh," and "Massa," she said at first, but he
firmly instructed her not to talk like that."Like what, Massa?" she asked,
innocently.

   "Like that; like a slave!" he replied somewhat crossly.

   "But I am a slave," she answered, reasonably enough.

   "I know, I know!" he fumed, "But I don't want you talking like that. 
Here, try this: say 'Master'."Massa," quoth she.

   "No, no!  Like this: 'Mas-ter'," he enunciated carefully.

   "Mas-ter," she said, uncertainly, but catching on.

   "Good!  Now try 'Yes Sir'."

   "Y-yes Sir!" she stammered.

   "That's it!  Talk like that from now on," he commanded.  And she did.

   The days went by.  They met every day to build.  Whether he knew it or
not, the boy looked forward more and more to their times together.  One
day, unbeknownst to him, the overseer happened to catch sight of them.  He
watched the boy instructing the girl in some detail of construction.  A sly
smile played across his lips.  He sought the boy out the next day.  Theirs
was a friendly, if somewhat distant, relationship.  The boy occasionally
would solicit advice from the overseer, since his own father was
essentially unavailable.  "Watcha doin' with that littl' yaller gal, boy?"
the older man asked.

   "W-what do you mean?" the young lad stammered, somehow embarrassed to
have someone else know about his relationship with her, however innocent it
might be.

   "Yer gonna ruin that littl' gal," the overseer opined solemnly.

   Somehow the idea alarmed the boy.  "Ruin her?!  How?"

   "Y'see, son, these little gal slaves needs discipline.  Didn't you know
that?  The way yer treatin' her, she's gonna get the idear that she's above
a good whippin'.  She'll get the idear that she can get away with cuttin'
up, and sech.  Then, if she's ever under a man who won't stand fer sech
goin's on, she's liable to suffer the worser for it.  See what I mean?"

   "I-I guess so..." the boy muttered, uncertainly.

   "What ya need to do is show her yer in charge.  Punish her some.  Make
her mind you." Images of the young teen being whipped flashed through the
boy's mind, but somehow the teen was replaced by the little girl...his mind
shied away; she seemed too little for that, and yet...  It was as if the
man read the lad's mind.  "Now you don't wanna get too...intense with her
at first, her bein' so little and all.  Make up some excuse and just put
her over yer knee and give her a good spanking.  Make sure it's on her bare
bottom!" He left the boy with a grin and a wave.

   The next day the boy and the little girl met as usual at one of his
projects.  As they worked the boy thought over what the overseer had
advised.  Finally he came to a decision.  He waited until she had slipped,
as she occasionally did, into the typical slave patois.  Then he sat down
on a log.  "Come over here, girl!" he ordered.  She came to his side, not
suspecting anything.  He suddenly toppled her over his lap, tossed up her
shirt, and began to spank her soft bare bottom.  WAP!  WAK!  "AH!  OH!" she
cried out, struggling futilely in his grasp as he smacked her again and
again.  Her cries seemed to go straight to his rod, and he felt himself
swelling in his pants, pressing against her waist, as she moaned and
sobbed. He finally let her up, her bottom reddened and stinging.  She
rubbed it and danced in place, saying,

   "Oh, Young Massa, what did you do that for?  Why did you spank me?"

   He replied, "To help you to remember to speak correctly!  And if you
don't want some more of it right away, then you better get back to work!"
She rushed back to the work in progress, sniffling and sobbing.  At the end
of the day she slunk off.  He wondered if he would see her again.  The next
day, there she was.  She didn't have to come.  But she was still fascinated
by the building projects.  And there was something about the young
master...He spanked her every day, making up excuses to do so.  Sometimes
it even seemed to him that she deliberately provoked him in some small way
to earn her smacks.

   A few weeks later the overseer encountered the lad again.  "How're ya
doin' with that li'l yaller gal?" he inquired.

   "A-All right," the boy replied.

   "Yer still lettin' her know who's boss, aren't ya?"

   "Yes, I spank her every day..."

   "Yer still just spankin' her?  Ya gotta do more than that!"

   "W-what do you mean?" The boy had a sudden image of the little girl
suspended as the young teen had been, exposed, whipped...he blushed and
shook his head to clear it.

   "C'mon, I'll show ya!" He led the lad to his own quarters.  Inside, to
the boy's surprise, was the young teen whom he had seen being whipped!  As
they entered she shyly sidled up to the man.  The boy was even more
surprised to see him take her tenderly in his arms, and kiss her!  Then he
led her to his bed, and made her assume knee-chest position on it, her
cleft and anus fully exposed to the young man's hungry eyes.  "Now watch
closely," he commanded the boy.  He proceeded to demonstrate on the girl
various methods of discipline, including the switch and the strap, as well
as probing her deeply in both apertures.  He quite expertly brought her to
the brink of orgasm and kept her there while he applied strict intimate
discipline to her buttocks, breasts, anus, and vulva.  Finally he allowed
her to come as he strapped her anus while roughly massaging her clitoris.

   "Ya see?" he asked the boy, as the girl subsided from her nearly
screaming orgasm, now merely sobbing and moaning as he continued to rub her
cleft and bottom, with the occasional SMACK!  applied to her moist cleft.
"That's the way to keep'em in line, isn't it, sweetheart?" With that he
pulled the girl up, and she clung to him, shoulders still shaking.  He
patted her back and grinned at the boy.  The boy stammered out some sort of
farewell and stumbled out the door in a daze.

   The next day the girl came to his project site as usual.  As they
worked, he eyed her every chance he could.  She was so cute, so sweet...At
last he could hold out no longer.  He called her over to him, stripped her
of her shift, and pulled her down over his lap.  He spanked her soundly on
her bare bottom as she moaned and jiggled.  Then, to her astonishment, he
sat her up on his lap facing away from him, and proceeded to spank her
directly on her bare cleft!  SWAP!  SWAK!  "AAAA!  OOOO!" she cried aloud,
squirming and writhing in his grasp.  He stood her up, her knees almost
buckling from the intensity of feeling flooding through her.  He seized a
switch he had cut beforehand and switched her sharply; calves, back of her
thighs, then the fronts.  She yelped and wailed.  Without warning he
suddenly brought the switch across her little nipples, SWAK! 
"AAAAIIIIIEEE!" she cried out as he whipped her little breasts again and
again.  He stepped back for a moment and admired the network of thin red
lines left by the switch across her nipples.  As she stood, swaying, eyes
half closed, he brought the switch up sharply between her legs, directly
onto her cleft, WAAP!  "AAAAAAAH!" she screamed, and nearly fainted.  He
caught her in his arms, hugged her, and then pulled her across his lap
again.  He spit on his right hand, and then pierced her anus, penetrating
and probing her, while with his left he reached around and seized her
clitoris, pressing and rubbing as she squealed and yelped.  Soon her cries
became more hoarse and rhythmic, her little hips bucking up and down of
their own accord, and he was rewarded with a little-girl's orgasm as she
yipped and yiped.  After he let her up, she surprised him by throwing
herself at his waist and clinging to him in a fierce hug, shoulders still
shaking with an occasional sob.  Then she ran off.  He watched her go in a
daze; he was in love.

   She came to the site the next day, but he wasn't there.  Nor was he
there the next, or the next.  She shyly asked around, and found out that he
had been suddenly called to his father's side in a distant town, and wasn't
expected back for months, if at all.  She wept, and moped around.  Old
Uncle took her under his wing; he had noticed the relationship between the
boy and the girl, and he thought maybe, someday...

   The boy's father, fearing that he was dying, had decided to send him to
college up north.  There he was exposed to devout religion, and
abolitionism.  He converted, and became disgusted with himself for being a
slaveholder, and for what he had done to the little girl.  Yet he couldn't
help thinking about what he had done with her, late at night, as he lay in
bed, his rod stiffening...

   The years passed.  After four years of schooling, now 21 years old, the
young man was ready for life.  His father, after having rallied somewhat a
few years before, was ailing again, and was calling for his son to return
home.  Since he was now grown, he requested and received a smaller house
away from the big house for his own, "for privacy", he had said; his father
thought he understood.  In reality, the young man wanted to be away from
where slaves might be abused in his presence.  After his homecoming, a
somewhat subdued affair, he trudged down the path to his new home.  His
mood was somber.  He didn't know what to do about the fact that he was the
son of a slaveholder, and due to inherit slaves, possibly very soon.

   Unbeknownst to the young man, Old Uncle and the overseer had arranged a
"surprise".  The young girl was now eleven.  Under Old Uncle's tutelage,
she too had converted.  When she thought about the young man, it was with
mixed emotions, to say the least!  But in the last 2 days, her life had
suddenly changed.  Old Uncle had delivered her up to the overseer.  He in
turn had brusquely informed the girl that she was to be given to an honored
guest of the plantation as a bedwarmer.  He warned her that, should she
fail to please the guest, she would be punished, and let on that she might
be punished anyway, for the pleasure of the guest.  The girl was almost in
shock.  Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, not since the
boy had had his way with her.  She stumbled along after the overseer,
hardly noticing her surroundings.  He pointed her to a chair, and told her
to wait there for the guest.  But he drilled it into her head that, as soon
as the guest arrived, she was to stand, greet him, and push the straps of
her shift off her shoulders so that it would fall to the floor.  As he
left, she sank into the chair, burying her face in her hands.

   She came to with a start, hearing the door slam.  A man's footsteps
approached, and she hastily jumped to her feet.  He came into the room, she
looked up, and their eyes met.  At some subconscious level, she recognized
him, and a flash of fear shot through her mind: "Oh, no, it's him!  He's
going to punish me like he did before, and then rape me!" Yet at a deeper
level, some part of her remembered what it was really like when he punished
her, and a shiver almost of desire passed through her, unacknowledged as of
yet.  And at an even deeper level, unrecognized consciously, was the firm
knowledge: Everything would be all right.  He loved her.  He would take
care of her.  But at the surface she was still numb, going through the
motions of what she had been told to do: "Master, I am your bedwarmer," she
said in a monotone, while she began to push the straps of her shift off her
slim shoulders...
When the young man looked up and saw the girl, he was struck
dumbfounded. There before him was a vision in a slave shift, a pretty
little preteen.  She was heartbreakingly slender, and to his eyes had the
face of an angel in despair.  He recognized her, and through his mind
flashed multiple emotions.  Part of him was simply entranced by her slim
beauty.  Part of him, the part he was ashamed of, instantly was lusting
after her, planning all the ways to punish her sexually, and then rape her.
And part of him was simply immediately flat-out in love with her.  He
watched as if hypnotized her hands moving to the straps of her shift.  Just
as she pushed them off her shoulders he managed to break out of the spell,
berating himself for letting things get this far, rushing towards her
shouting, "No, stop that, don't!" and other similar imprecations.  Even as
he did so, he couldn't help but notice her shift slipping to the floor,
revealing her nearly flat chest, with nipples just barely breaking the
surface, and her unfledged cleft peeping from between her slender thighs.
She shrank back from him, fearing his wild advance, but he just stooped
down and pulled her shift back up, as he continued awkwardly to try and
reassure her, telling her not to worry, that he wouldn't do anything to her
she didn't want him to do, that he would take care of her.  She just stood
there, trembling, staring at him, tears leaking down her cheeks.  She
didn't seem to comprehend what he was saying.  He gently sat her in the
chair as he continued to try and reassure her.  Finally he noticed her
crying, and, again scolding himself for not noticing sooner, he pulled his
handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her.  She looked at it,
then at him, then at it, then at him, and broke out sobbing, collapsing
against his chest, burying her face in his shirt.  He put his arms around
her gently and rocked her, like the little girl she was.  After a while she
settled down, and seemed to him to be exhausted.  So he picked her up and
deposited her on his bed, pulled the covers up to her chin, kissed her on
the forehead, whispered to her to sleep well, he'd be right outside the

door if she needed him, and left the room.

   So began a new chapter in their lives.  They settled fairly quickly into
a routine.  The young man would go off in the morning to work on taking
over the running of the plantation.  The girl stayed in his house, mostly.
He did not want her going out, as he was afraid of what might happen to
her; the overseer might abuse her, or one of the other slaves, or any white
man.  When he was home, she stayed near him.  Even though it was frowned
upon (though not yet illegal), he taught her to read and write, and do
arithmetic.  He found her to be a quick study.  She read voraciously once
she learned how, and he was hard put to keep her in books.

   Their relationship remained platonic.  She seemed stubbornly to cling to
the notion of the young man as something like her older brother, or her
father, and refused to think about the times they had had before (although
they haunted her dreams).  He for his part considered it his duty to make
no demands on her, and tried not to dwell on her slender beauty, or her
sweet charms so readily displayed by the skimpy slave shift, though it
tormented him.  He found he couldn't help but masturbate every night,
thinking about doing the things to her he had done before, and more!  Since
she slept on a pallet beside his bed, he tried to keep quiet about it, but
it was hard.

   Things probably would have stayed this way for some time, except for an
incident that occurred a few months after the little girl was given to him.
She had become comfortable in the situation; perhaps a little too
comfortable.  She took to walking outside the house further and further
when he was away.  It was boring, after all, for a little girl to stay
inside all day long.  One day a distant relative of the family's came to
the plantation unexpectedly.  The young man was away in town that day, and
not expected back until the evening.  So the visitor took a stroll. 
Accompanying him was his slave, an older teen girl, tall and leggy.  As he
walked he slapped his riding crop absent-mindedly against his leg.

   He rounded a corner, and there was the little slave girl.  She was
propped up against a tree, reading a book.  She didn't notice the man until
he stood over her.  She looked up and gasped.  He snarled, "What do you
think you're doing, yaller girl?  Reading?!!  Any slave of mine that tries
a trick like that gets a whippin'!  And that's what I aim to give you.  Get
up!" The girl stayed frozen for a moment, then began to slowly arise.  The
man stepped back, shucked his coat, and handed it to his slavegirl, to free
up his whip arm.  He swung his crop through the air as if to limber up. 
The thought never crossed his mind that she would not obey him, so when she
suddenly sprang up and shot off, he stood stunned for a moment.  Then, "Get
her!" he shouted at his slavegirl, and the leggy teen took off after the
younger girl.  Fortunately for the little mulatto, she had not strayed far
from the young man's door.  The older slave was overtaking her, and would
have seized her in a few more steps, but the little girl managed to slip
inside and close and bolt the door behind her.  The teenager banged on the
door and shook it in desperation, but to no avail.

   "So, you let her get away, did you?" the man sneered softly, ignoring
the girl's protestations.  "Then I guess I'll have to give you what she was
going to get!" The little girl was listening from behind the door.  She
heard the man tear the shift off the slavegirl.  She winced in sympathy at
the SNAP!  of the crop.  She could pretty much tell from the sound of the
impact, and the girl's cries and pleas, how she was being punished.  First
her buttocks were soundly whipped.  Then her master brought the crop down
across her high, firm breasts again and again as she moaned and cried out.
Then she nearly screamed as he whipped her sharply between her legs.  Then,
tossing the crop aside, he spun her around, pulled his tool out of his
pants, and rammed roughly into her anus until he had spent himself in her.
Then he contemptuously withdrew, leaving her sprawling in the dust, sobbing
and weeping.  He strode off, and she hastily collected herself and scurried
after him.

   The little preteen was horrified, yet fascinated by the "scene" she had
overheard.  Unconsciously her hand had stolen down between her legs as the
teen's punishment continued.  By the time the other slave was being raped,
the littler girl was rubbing her own clitoris, breath short, mouth dry. 
After the man and his slave had left, she raced to her little pallet, lay
down, and masturbated fervently, imagining herself as the teen being
punished, only somehow the man had become her young master.  She spanked
her own bottom and cleft as she came, yipping and moaning.

   The girl couldn't bring herself to tell her master about the incident at
first (although much later she did); she just clung to him fiercely when he
came back home, pressing her slender body against his leg, much to his
mingled consternation and pleasure.  And from that point on things changed;
she initiated more physical contact with him: hugging him, brushing up
against him, holding his arm.  She even put her sweet lips up to be kissed
whenever he left for the day and came back home.  And nearly every night,
sometimes even as he was doing the same, she would masturbate, imagining
the young man doing to her what he had done so long ago.  One night she
happened to stay awake longer than usual.  As she listened, she realized
that the young man was breathing rather hard.  At the surface she was
concerned for him, wondering if he was ill; subconsciously she knew very
well what was going on!  She slipped out of bed and, striking a match, lit
the bedside lamp, to find the young man with his erect rod in his hand and
a shame-faced look.  He apologized profusely for exposing her to the
spectacle.  She just stared for a moment, then softly said, "It's all
right, Master; I do it, too!"

   His jaw dropped.  "You do??!" he asked, increduously.

   "Uh-huh," she nodded.

   Most nights after that, by seemingly unspoken agreement, they both would
masturbate simultaneously, caring little for the noise they made, often
timing it so that they came together, her soft cries mingling with his
heavier grunts.  Then they would chuckle, and say "Goodnight!" to each
other.

   The little girl spent some time thinking about these things.  She found
herself deeply excited at the idea of her master punishing her, although
the thought made her anxious at the same time.  But what about the rest of
it?!  The glimpse she'd had of his rod...it was so long, and thick!  She
imagined him piercing her nakedness with his tool...her mind sheered away
from the thought.  But she kept coming back to the idea...

   It wasn't long after that that the little girl got up enough courage to
ask, "Master, what do you think about at night when you...you know!?"

   After a pause, in a low voice he said, "I think about you, of course!"

   "That's sweet!" she exclaimed.  "I think about you, too!"

   "You do?" he inquired, amazed.

   "Uh-huh.  When you think about me, what kind of things are you thinking
about doing with me?" she innocently inquired.

   He tried to avoid it.  He refused at first, but she wheedled and begged
so fetchingly, that at last he gave in and growled, "I think about what I
used to do to you, and more!"

   "So do I!" she exclaimed excitedly, "Can we do it again?" It took a
while for her to convince him that she really wanted to, but not too long;
his resistance was nearly nonexistent.  He took her by the hand, and they
went out in search of Old Uncle.  When they found him, with little effort
they talked him into marrying them on the spot.

   Upon returning to their house, he held her in his arms long and
lovingly. He kissed her sweetly.  Then he whispered, "You've been such a
naughty girl for so long; you really must be punished!" Without further ado
he bent her under his arm, threw up her shift, and gave her a brisk,
business-like spanking on her bare bottom, WAK!  WAP!  "Ah!  Oh!" she
moaned and softly cried as she danced in place.  He stood her up, went
outside and cut a switch, then came back and applied it to her calves, and
the back of her thighs.  She trembled and whimpered as it whistled through
the air and smacked onto her tender flesh.  She cried out as he brought the
switch down sharply across the front of her thighs, pausing now and again
to admire the network of thin red lines left by her punishment.

   He stopped for a moment and stripped her of her shift.  Now she stood
nude before him, eleven-year-old girl in front of twenty-one-year-old man.
The top of her head only barely came up to his chest.  She blushed prettily
down to the tips of her nipples as he drank in the sight of her slender
unfledged nakedness.  He took a riding crop and swung it across her nipples
and breast buds, SWACK!  "AAAAH!  OOOOH!" she cried out wildly as he
whipped her again and again.  Her nipples, barely breaking the plane of her
chest, soon were reddened and erect.  He reached out and seized her
nipples, twisting and pinching them, kneading and working her tender breast
buds as she gasped and moaned.  "Part your legs!" he commanded gruffly. 
When, distracted and confused, she dithered briefly, he smacked her across
the front of her thighs, saying, "Right now, young lady!" She hurriedly
parted them, fully exposing her tender unfledged cleft.  He swung the
riding crop up, sharply, between her legs, WHAP!

   "AAAAAA!" and "OOOOOOOH" she yelled as he whipped her again and again on
her mons, labia, and clitoris.  Soon she was swaying, nearly fainting from
the intensity of her punishment, her breath short, her knees weak, her
mouth dry, an inexplicable moistness between her legs.  He swept her up and
deposited her on the bed on her back, her knees flexed and apart, her
preteen nakedness fully exposed.  He seized her cleftlips, kneading and
working them, pulling them apart to see her intact hymen.  He traced his
fingers to her clitoris as she shivered, then cried out as he seized it
firmly, pinching and twisting it as she moaned.  Then suddenly he fastened
his mouth on her girlhood, raping her with his tongue, pressing insistently
against her labia and hymen, then attacking her clitoris, taking it in a
long excruciating bite between tongue and teeth that nearly drove her to
distraction as she writhed and squirmed.  She began to buck and yelp,
clearly nearing climax.  He stood up abruptly and snatched up the riding
crop, bringing it down sharply onto her cleft and perineum, SMACK! 
"AAAAAAAH!  O-O-O-O-O!" she nearly screamed as she came and came.

   Even before she had fully subsided, he whispered to her, "It's time for
your final punishment, young lady!" Then without pause he stretched himself
out over her, positioned his rod at her cleft, and rammed it into her
maidenhood with one thrust, raping her of her virginity, driving for her
cervix.  She screamed as her maidenhead was taken from her.  He stayed
buried in her and just held her as she sobbed and cried, shoulders shaking.
She could feel him still throbbing deep inside her smarting cleft.  Soon
her cries died down to the occasional sob and sniff.  He began to move
within her, thrusting in and out of her abused cleft.  She was forced to
cry out rhythmically as he pistoned in and out of her reddened sex.  In
practically no time she was nearing her little-girl orgasm again, yipping
and moaning as he raped her.  She came just as he went over the top too,
emptying himself at her cervix as she shuddered and yelped in anguished
passion.

   They lay on the bed, he still buried inside of her, and fell asleep. 
Later in the evening he woke up to find her still nestled next to him.  He
simply stood gazing down at her for a while.  He was overcome with joy at
having her, unable to absorb the fact that she was his, her slender body in
his hands to punish and rape.  He woke her three times in the night
whipping her thighs with the crop, sweeping her into his arms to calm her
fears, then laying her on the bed for more whipping, then raping her
repeatedly, his hard rod forcing her to come again and again.

   And they lived happily ever after.

   The End.

   By cc

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