Interlude
(M/g spank reluc romantic)

Written by cc


	I finished work and went upstairs to see my little girl. She was in my bedroom, lying on her tummy on the bed, facing the wide-screen, playing some version or other of Mario, I don't know which one; I lost track of them after Super Mario World for the 64.

	She was naked, of course. I never put clothes on her when we're at home alone, and since I work at home and she's home-schooled, that means she's naked all day almost every day. I sat down on the bed next to her and looked her over. I couldn't see any marks on her little bottom, for which I was glad; we'd had quite a 'session' the night before, and I have no intention of damaging her skin. Every now and then there might be a small welt, but I'd rather avoid even that. 

	Cindy is about ten. We don't know exactly; I found her abandoned on the streets of ****** City when she was probably five or six. Some money in the right hands made it possible to adopt, and then marry her even though she was underage. Ever since then I've been her 'Daddy' and 'Master' and she's my little slave-girl-wife.

	I reached out and stroked her soft buttocks, and kneaded and worked them. She wiggled a bit but was intent on her game. I gave her a SMACK! and she just whined and said, "'Daddy', please, I'm tryin' to beat the Boss!" so I went back to stroking her gently, reveling in the feel of her little-girl skin, so smooth and soft, squeezing her buttocks and thighs. She purred even as she kept playing. I reached under the bed and pulled out the riding crop I keep handy and put it on the bed.

	"I did it!" she finally shouted, put the control down, and jumped into my lap. I gathered her in for a big hug, holding and rocking her, stroking her back and nuzzling her silky brown hair, hanging long and straight. 

	After a bit I let my hands drift, stroking her thighs, running in towards her chest. I leaned her left side out a bit and seized her nipple and breastbud, which barely broke the plane of her chest, kneading and working her. She gasped a bit and moaned. I tipped her little face up and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then long and deep on her mouth, forcing her lips open with my tongue, probing inside, the tip of her little tongue tickling the tip of mine, which sent jolts straight to my groin as I groaned and held her tighter.

	One last big hug, then I pulled her away from me and bent her over my lap as she squealed, "Daddy, please!" SMACK-SMACK-SMACK! went my hand on her little bottom, jiggling prettily with each spank. "AH! AH! AH!" she cried out. Her trim buttocks reddened faintly as I continued her discipline, her little legs kicking.

	By then I was hard as a rock, and I had an idea for something a little different today. After a quick soothing caress of her punished bottom (as she cooed and whimpered sweetly), I lifted her off my lap and stood her up in front of me.

	Cindy is a stunner. Standing about four and a half feet tall, she's somberly pretty, with long lashes and brown eyes, sweet pouty lips, breasts no more than buds topped by cute little nipples, slim hips, and most fetching of all, her puffy-lipped unfledged girlcleft with prominent clitoris, framed so prettily between her slender thighs. She stood with her head a little down, peeping up at me through her eyelashes. She was totally adorable. 

	I winked at her a bit and she smiled shyly. I said, mock-sternly, "Now, little slavegirl, you're going to learn how to service your Master. Get on your knees."

	She dithered a bit, saying, "Oh, Master, do I haveta?!" so I reached out and pinched a nipple, intoning, 

	"Right now, young lady!" She jumped and gasped, then quickly knelt down before me, looking so pretty and submissive I almost creamed right then. "Open my pants and take out my rod," I ordered, and her little hands reached up to my fly and slowly undid it. I don't wear underwear, so my member fairly sprang out as she exposed it, rampant and pointing skyward. She sat back and awaited my next command. "Take it in your hands and stroke it." She gingerly reached out. I'd had her touch me before, but she's still very shy about it, and I don't make her do it often. Her fingers felt like a butterfly brushing it at first, but she gathered confidence and ran her fingers up and down it more firmly. It felt good, good, but nowhere near enough. "Now take it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop or a popsicle. Don't forget to swallow what comes out!" She made a little face and looked up at me. I've raped her mouth before, but it had been a while. "I mean now, little slavegirl!" and I picked up the crop and smacked her on her left thigh, WHAP!

	"AAA!" she yelped, and hurried to obey, opening her little mouth and taking the head of my rod inside. What a marvelous experience; a darling little preteen had her sweet lips wrapped around my manhood, sucking on it. The sensation was intense. 

	"Take it a little farther in, honey," I managed to groan out. I didn't want to gag her; but she managed to get a bit more in her little mouth. I held the sides of her head and gently worked it in and out while she continued to suck and slurp. You can bet it didn't take long before I was emptying myself in her mouth. I managed to pull back a little bit before I came so it didn't go directly down her throat. She gamely tried to swallow it all, but some leaked out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. After I'd groaned out the last of a top-notch orgasm I pulled her up off my knees and held her tight, so grateful for the gift she keeps on giving me. I kissed her long and full, but sweet, not caring that traces of my seed were still on her lips. Then I gently wiped her face with a cloth.

	"Go back to your game for a bit, little one," I said, and without more encouragement she cheerfully flipped over and grabbed the control. I headed downstairs and puttered for a bit, decided what to make for supper and got out some of the ingredients and utensils. Then I headed back upstairs. 

	She was engrossed in the game, avidly and expertly sending Mario or Luigi or somebody through the requisite twists and turns. I strolled over to the closet and got one of my belts off the hanger; I also pulled the one I was wearing off my pants. I caught a glimpse of her eyeing me warily. With good reason; I came back to the bed and, without any preamble, took the strap-end of a belt to her bare bottom, SMACK! 

	"AAAH!" she yelped, "Oh, 'Daddy', please, lemme just finish this level, huh, please?" I just grinned and sat next to her, soothing her buttocks where the faint red mark was left from the belt. She wiggled a bit under my hand, but concentrated on the task at hand and soon had Mario (or whomever) safe wherever he was supposed to be, and her progress 'saved'. 

	"Just put the control down and stay right there, honey," I told her. Then I swung the belt onto the backs of her thighs and her cute little bottom again and again, WAP-WAP-WAP-WAP!

	"O-O-O-O-OHH!" she squealed as I whipped her, wiggling and bouncing a bit on the bed, but not trying to roll away; after all, I don't whip her hard, just enough to sting a bit and leave a faint red mark that quickly fades. 

	"Sit up on the edge of the bed, young lady; you need a bit more discipline!" I barked, but winking at her all the while. She made a show of being reluctant, so I smacked her on the thigh once, a bit sharply. She jumped and yelped and hurried to obey. "Put your hands behind your head," I commanded once she was sitting on the edge. She did so, and I commenced to paddle her breastbuds and nipples with the strap-end of the belt, WAK-WAK-WAK-WAK!

	"AAAH! Oh, 'Daddy', pleasepleaseplease!" she cried out, writhing prettily as I punished her so embarrassingly. Soon she was fetchingly reddened. I tossed the belt aside for a moment and seized her breastbuds and nipples, the latter now nicely erect, kneading and working her, then pinching and twisting her nipples as she gasped and moaned, "SSSS OOOO!" 

	After a bit of that pleasant past-time I sat down next to her and cuddled her for a bit, caressing her little breasts, kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose. She melted in my arms and kissed me back. Then I shifted her, sliding her over my lap so her pelvis was pressing on my already-hardening rod, her bottom pointing skyward, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking, alternating from one buttock cheek to the other, SMAK-SMAK-SMAK-SMAK! "OH-OH-OH-OH!" she yelped, kicking her little feet and wiggling in a very stimulating fashion. 

	I was hard again, and it was time. I picked her up and held her close for a minute, whispering in her ear, "Did you use the bathroom like I told you, honeypie?" She nodded, her face buried in my chest. "Did you give yourself the enemas?" I waited just a beat, and she nodded again, almost violently. I kissed the top of her head, then set her down in front of me.

	
        "Now, little slave, it's time for you to be disciplined...more intensely," I intoned, mock-sternly. I stood, unzipped and exposed myself, picked her up from behind and held her back against my chest with one arm, holding her under her flexed thighs. With the other hand I snagged some KY off the nightstand and squirted it on me, tossed it aside, then brought her rosebud down with some force onto my flagpole of a rod. 

	"AAAAAAAH!" she nearly wailed as she felt my manhood invade her tender little anus, penetrating deeply into her. I've anus-raped her before, of course, but I don't do it often; I don't want to risk any damage, or stretch her too much. Plus it adds to the disciplinary impact if it's more of a rare occurrence rather than a regular thing. I must admit, though, every time I do it, it's hard to resist doing it again soon, and this time was no exception: she's so tight, yet so soft, the experience of raping her sweet little preteen anus, feeling her jerk and quiver with each thrust, hearing her little yipes and yips as I violate her - there's nothing like it.

	But this time I had some additional discipline in mind for her. Instead of just thrusting away to completion, I sat down on the edge of the bed, with her still impaled on me. She moaned a bit as I sat down, letting her land on my lap with a bit of a thump, pushing deeper in to her. 

	Ever since she was seven or so, I've enjoyed sitting her on my lap with her back towards me, spreading her little thighs, and front-spanking her directly on her tender, unfledged little girlcleft. You can imagine how delightfully stimulating that would be for me, as well as for her (and embarrassing, too, of course; but then, that's the idea, isn't it?). I've noticed, though, that as her punishment continues and gets more intense, she has difficulty keeping her thighs apart. I was determined to change that today.

	I wrapped one of the belts around her and my left thighs and fastened it securely, but not too tightly. Then I did the same with the other belt around our right. Now all I had to do was spread my legs, and her slender thighs were forced apart, baring her sweet, puffy cleftlips and prominent clitoris for discipline. You better believe I spread my legs far apart. She gasped a bit to feel herself so exposed. I reached around with my left hand, my arm pinning her left arm to her side, and took hold of her right wrist, bringing it up to her chest (incidentally putting her right nipple in reach of my fingers; I intermittently toyed with it, pinching and twisting, keeping hold of her wrist at the same time). Then I commenced to rain spank after open-handed spank right down on her little sex, WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK! "AAA-AAA-AAA-AAA!" she nearly screamed with each spank, her little body jerking and writhing from the sting and the stimulation. I was still buried deep within her, and I could feel her anus clench on my rod with each stroke as she cried out wildly. 

	Once I had her cleft fetchingly reddened, I began to pause between spanks to knead and work her cleftlips and clitoris, pressing the little hood excruciatingly against her pubic bone as she keened and wiggled, then spanking her again full on her little girlhood. Soon she was bucking and rocking, yipping and yiping, then she was coming and coming, screaming out her precious preteen orgasm. Her anus clenched and spasmed on my rod, and I let myself go, pouring my seed into her rectum, groaning, holding her tight, pressing her down hard on my manhood, gripping her punished little-girlhood fiercely with my right hand, loving her totally, as she sobbed out the last of her climax.

	Then I slipped the belts off our thighs, lifted her up, still impaled on my now-softening rod, and took us off to the bathroom for a much-needed shower!  

	The End


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