Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Welcome to the world of Little Girl Discipline; a world where adults enjoy strictly disciplining little girls' bare bottoms (and other places). I do hope you enjoy this story. I am always looking for inspiration so please email me at littlegdiscipline@mail.com and share your experiences / thoughts. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- LONELY GIRL (M/g, MF/g, SC, spanking, ped, oral, anal) I wrote this story as a tribute to the excellent author cc. It explores the growing romantic relationship between a man and a girl when the man is punishing the girl. It remains the only semi-cons story I have ever written. CHAPTER 1 I find mowing the lawn therapeutic; moving up the lawn behind the mower following the line of cut, turning round and then coming back down the lawn following your last line of cut. Slowly the lawn transforms into those classic neat alternate rows of light and dark green. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her again. I was mowing the front lawn and she had wondered up and down the road a few times. I recognised her as the little girl who lived maybe ten doors away from me. I had seen her walking with her Mum every so often, but I guessed that now she was growing up she had been let out on her own. As she walked past my house I got a better look at her. A pretty little brunette, maybe eleven or twelve years old, dressed in shorts and a T shirt. She didn't look very happy, quite nervous in fact. "Hi! Are you OK?" I smiled as I neared her with the mower. "Do you know anything about bikes? Mine's broken!" she said. "Sure! I know a bit about bikes." I answered, stopping the mower, "Bring it here and I'll take a look at it." The girl looked up the street at her house worriedly. "I can't! It's too broken." she said, "Can you come and help?" "OK, show me where it is!" I sighed, following her as she led the way. "What's you name?" I asked as I followed her. "Sarah, Sarah Jenner." she said. "Well, my name's John. And how old are you, Sarah?" I asked. "I'm eleven. I had my birthday a few weeks ago." she said, forcing a smile. "Oh, that's nice. Did you do anything good for your birthday?" I said. "Not really. We don't have a lot of money since Dad died." she said sadly. I followed Sarah down the street to an area of rough woodland. I could see the bike lying on its side in a heap. As we got closer I could see that the front fork was bent into the wheel locking it solid. "How did your bike get like this, Sarah?" I asked. "Well, I was just trying to do some jumps and stuff and when the bike landed it bent!" she said. A little tear came out of her right eye and started to trickle down her face. "My Mum's going to kill me when she finds out!" her voice quavered. "It won't be that bad." I tried to comfort her. "It will!" she said in a shaky little voice, "My Mum's really really strict. I mean, you know, like, very strict!" She started to cry quiet little sobs, one tear following another. "It's going to be really bad!" she added. "Oh come on." I said softly, "It can't be that bad. You might get grounded for a few weeks." She sighed, looked up at me with those sweet little eyes and shook her head. "I think I'll probably get the cane. I don't know how many times. Loads probably!" she sniffled. She let out a big sob and bowed her head. "She does it really hard! It hurts so much!" she cried. My cock started to get hard. I couldn't help it! The thought of this sweet little girl getting a good hard caning on her bare bottom hit all my secret buttons. I had to find out more and I had the perfect opportunity. "Look Sarah, I really don't know if I believe that." I said. "It's true!" she exclaimed, "She really does! She spanked me with a strap this morning for not tidying my room well enough!" "Well, OK Sarah." I said, "We'll get this bike back to my house and you can show me your bottom. If you got the strapping this morning you say you did your bottom will still be red. If it is, then I'll mend your bike." "Oh could you? Could you really mend it? So Mum would never know? Oh please! If you could that would be just so brilliant." she said, her eyes shining with hope. Sarah seemed completely unconcerned about the prospect of showing me her bottom. Maybe she was telling the truth and she was used to her bottom not being her own private property. As I carried her bike back my cock got very hard as I thought about her peeling down her shorts so I could examine her punished bare bottom. We arrived back at my house and took her bike into the garage. She looked up at me. "Do you want to see my bottom? It's still really sore. I bet it's still red. We can do it in your bedroom if you like!" she offered. I accepted and she followed me up to my bedroom. I drew the curtains and sat down on my bed. She stood in front of me and with one motion pulled her shorts down to her ankles. She was wearing no panties. She stepped out of her shorts and stood there letting me look at her cute little pussy. It was tiny and hairless with bulging little lips, just a hint of pink between them and a small but protruding clit. She turned around to show me her bum. Her hips were a little wide and supported soft fleshy protruding bottom cheeks. The evidence of her earlier strapping was obvious. Red, still slightly swollen, stripes about an inch wide ran across her bottom from left to right. Her right bottom cheek had caught more than her left. It was possible to see from the marks that the strap was split for part of its length. Sarah looked back over her shoulder at me. "Can you see? Does it look red? It still really hurts! Do you want me to bend over so you can see better?" she asked. "Er yes. I think I better take a closer look. I'm not sure I can see!" I lied. Sarah bent over with her hands on her knees. As she did so bottom cheeks tightened and spread so I could see her little anus deep between her cheeks and her pussy nestled between the tops of her thighs. "Is this how you bend when your Mum punishes you?" I asked. She shook her head. "No. She makes me get in lots of different positions to be punished. But if I'm bent over like this I have to really push my bottom out. Like this!" she said. Sarah demonstrated by shuffling her feet apart about shoulder width, pointing her toes in, dipping her back and thrusting her bottom back towards my face. The action spread her bottom wide open so her pretty crinkled anal star was fully exposed and her pussy lips opened showing the pink inside. My cock ached. I wished I could take it out and wank it hard there and then. But that was out of the question. I reached out and with the tip of my finger traced one of the more prominent swollen stripes across her bum. She flinched but didn't move out of position. "Can you see it now?" she asked anxiously. "Yes. Yes, I think I can see where you got strapped now!" I said. She gave her bum a little wriggle. "It's still sore. Do you mind if I give it a rub?" she asked. "No darling, you go right ahead." I smiled. Her hands came back behind her and she clasped her cheeks rubbing at the marks and jiggling the fleshy globes. As she did so her little anus and pussy winked open and shut giving me cock jolting views up her pretty holes. "That's better!" she sighed, "I needed to give it a good rub. Can you mend my bike now?" She jumped up and slipped her shorts back on. We went down to the garage and I started to work on her bike, trying to hide my big erection. The forks were more badly damaged than I thought and any attempt to bend them back would cause the metal to fracture. I gently explained this and showed her where the metal had creased. Her little face fell and I could tell the tears weren't far away. "Please try to bend it back." she begged, "It's my only hope!" I agreed and slowly and carefully bent the first fork back. Just as I'd predicted the crease in the metal opened up into a gash so the silver grey bare metal inside was showing. Sarah began to gently cry. "I don't want to be caned!" she said to no one in particular. "Sarah, there is another option." I offered, "I could buy a new part for your bike, but it would be very expensive." Sarah looked at me with a mixture of hope and fear as I knelt on the floor with her bike. "But I don't have any money! How could I pay you?" she wept. "I don't know, Sarah! What do you think? Maybe you could do things to make me feel nice?" I suggested. Very very softly, with her head hung low, she replied. "I could kiss your willy!" I felt my cock jolt. "How do you know about kissing willies, Sarah?" I asked. Her face went red. "I used to do it for my Daddy. He used to really like it!" she whispered. "What else did you do for your Daddy?" I asked. She squirmed with embarrassment. "You know! Stuff! Stuff that made him feel nice." she evaded. "What did you do, Sarah?" I insisted. "I let him put it in me." she said, "Most of the time it was my bottom hole. It hurt but he liked that best. I miss him doing it. He said he loved me." "The bike part will be very expensive, Sarah!" I reiterated. She seemed to consider it, but then shook her head. "You can squirt your stuff in my mouth." she offered. It seemed to be as far as she would go and I didn't want to push her further. "OK!" I said, "That sounds nice. We'll do that and then I'll sort your bike out." "Do you want to go back up to the bedroom?" she asked. "Yes, that way we can both take our clothes off." I smiled. For a moment she looked like she was going to disagree, but it seemed the prospect of a caning from her Mum was still proving persuasive. She followed me up the stairs and I closed the curtains. Pouting but obedient she began to strip off her clothes. She was very pretty naked with her red strapped bottom. I pulled my trousers and pants off and my cock sprang into view. Sarah saw it and bit her lip. "That's bigger than my Dad's was!" she said with a shiver. I sat back on the bed and she came and knelt between my legs. She reached out and took hold of my cock with her thin hand. She held it firmly and began to slowly jack the loose skin up and down. Then she bent forward, opened her mouth and lowered it over the exposed head of my cock. Slipping into that hot little mouth felt so good. Her tongue began to circle over the sensitive head and she made little slurping sounds as she bobbed her head back and forth, her lips grazed at the bottom of my bulbous cock head and the stretched skin below. It was pure luxury as her sweet little mouth worked on me. After a few minutes she took my cock out of her mouth. "You are going to fix my bike aren't you?" she asked anxiously, "I really don't want the cane!" "Sure!" I said. Satisfied, she put my straining cock back in her mouth and began a more vigorous rubbing of my length with her hand and her head bobbed quickly. I could feel my cum rising. She reached forward with her spare hand and, before I could say a word, her finger had wormed its way between my buttocks and was being pushed up into my anus where she waggled it about. That just did it and pulling my legs up I squirted jet after jet into her still bobbing mouth. I could hear her gulping as she swallowed. After a few moments she took her mouth off me and looked up. "Was that nice?" she asked, "Did I make your willy feel nice?" "Yes, very!" I smiled, "How come you swallowed everything?" I asked. She gave me a sad little smile. "If I didn't swallow all of Dad's stuff then Mum used to spank me with the belt. I guess I've just got used to doing it." she said, matter of factly. I cleaned us up and we got dressed. A quick trip to the bike shop later and I had the required part. Soon the bike was fixed and Sarah was smiling. "Thank you, John. It's just that Mum canes so hard! I mean, I just didn't want it after just getting the strap" she said. I nodded. She smiled, waved and rode off down the street. I hoped to God she didn't tell her Mum. Nothing happened for the next few days, apart from me worrying about the possible outcomes from my actions. Then, one evening, there was a knock at my door. After a quick panic I answered. It was Sarah, dressed in a sweater and jeans. Her eyes were red and watery and I could still see the wetness on her face where tears had been wiped away. "Please can I come in! I'm hurting so bad! Please, I need to!" she begged. I opened the door and allowed her in. As soon as she got inside her hands flew to her bottom and she began to hop about rubbing and squeezing her cheeks. Big sobs came and the tears trickled down her face. "I got the cane! I got the cane!" she sobbed, "Oh God! It hurts! It hurts!" My cock was getting very hard listening to her mewling cries and watching her bottom rubbing antics. I tried to quieten her down, but to no avail. "Can we go upstairs? Pleeeeeeeeeeease!" she begged. I acquiesced and she ran up and into my bedroom. I followed her and by the time I got there she was already pulling her jeans and panties off. She stood in front of the bed where she's stood for me before and bent over, jutting out her bum. "Look! Look what she did to me!" she said. I sat down on the bed behind her and admired the sublime view she presented. There was no doubt that her Mum had done a real number on her. Her bottom cheeks were a vivid red and covered with multiple vicious raised lines that crossed each other. You could see from the marks that the direction the cane had been laid on was quite deliberate; the lines almost formed a star pattern. How she must have screamed whilst getting this! "Gosh, you must have cried really loudly?" I wondered. "Yeah, but then Mum took her panties off and put them in my mouth so no one would hear." she sniffled. "Ooooo, I really need to rub!" she said suddenly. Her hands came back behind her and she started pulling at her cheeks and rubbing at the burning marks across her bottom. I could feel my cock throbbing painfully as she fully exposed her holes to me. This time I could see it was no accident; she slipped her hands between her bottom cheeks and cupping each cheek in a hand pulled them apart, stretching her anus open. She pretended she was rubbing where it stung but the fingers kept pulling the anus wide for me to see. Then she moved her hands lower to between the tops of her thighs and spread her pussy for me. Hearing no objection she used her thumbs to pull the lips open until she gaped and I could see a good inch or so up her. "Is your willy hard now?" she asked quietly. "What do you want, Sarah?" I countered. "Mummy caned me and then went out to work. She left me alone. I don't like being alone! Please let me stay with you! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease! I'll make your willy feel nice again! I promise!" she begged. "Sarah, I can't! What if your Mum finds out? Or anybody else? You know I'll get in terrible trouble!" I reasoned, but I could feel my cock persuading me otherwise. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeease, John! Please!" she wheedled, "Daddy used to tell me that when I'd been caned I had to be specially nice to him with my mouth. I had to kiss his bottom hole and then he'd put his willy all the way into my mouth. He used to tell me how nice it felt. I could do that for you, John. Please! Let me stay!" "OK then!" I relented. She turned round and knelt in front of me. Her fingers went to my trousers and like two little butterflies they flitted about pulling my zip down, unbuttoning me and getting my cock out. As I slipped my trousers and underpants off, she looked up at me. "I'll make your willy feel really nice, John! I promise! If you lie on your back and put your legs up I'll kiss your bottom hole." she simpered. I lay on my back and pulled my knees up to my chest, spreading my legs so I could watch what Sarah was doing. She bent her head down and used both her hands to part my bottom cheeks. She put her face between my cheeks letting my balls rest over the top of her head. I felt the smooth skin of her face touching my inner cheeks and then her hot wet little tongue starting to lick around the sensitive puckered skin surrounding my anus. Her lips started to land little kisses on the hole itself and then her tongue entered. I could feel the hot slippery tip lapping and probing. As her mouth and tongue worked on my anus she couldn't help but make rude sucking and slurping noises. My cock throbbed; I wanted to bury it down her throat like she'd promised. Her face came up and she looked at me between my spread legs. "Was that nice! Did I put my tongue in properly? I pushed it up as far as I could! You liked it, didn't you? Do you want me to do it more for you, or would you like your willy in my mouth now?" she asked earnestly. "Yes, but you need to get it all the way in like you said you would! Or you can't stay!" I cruelly threatened. "OK John! I...I...I promise!" she gulped eyeing my big angry looking cock. I sat up and she grasped my cock bring the head of it down to her mouth as she knelt up. She kissed the tip and trailed her tongue around where the foreskin met the smooth skin of the head. Then she opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. I felt myself sliding over her tongue and hitting the back of her throat. She gave her head a jerk and I felt my tip entering the top of her throat. She must have got an inch or two down her throat before she gagged and pulled off me. "John, please don't send me away! Let me try again!" she begged. "I want it all the way in!" I said sternly. "Yes John! Anything you want!" she said, a hint of desperation in her voice. She put my cock in her mouth again and pushed down on it, sinking the big thing into her throat. She got all but an inch of my full length into her mouth and started to gag. She tried to pull off but I held the back of her head. "Keep it in, Sarah, so it feels nice for me! Don't take my willy out now or you can't stay! Take it deeper, you haven't got it all in yet!" I told her. "Gaaaaak! Currrrrrph! Gaaaaaaaaaak!" her gagging noises answered me. Sticky drool dripped out from between her mouth and my cock, her nose and bulging eyes watered. I forced the last inch into her mouth. "All in now, Sarah!" I smiled. I let go of her and she dragged her head off me gasping in great gulps of air and crying big sobs. "Oh John! It's so big in my mouth! I tried really hard! Honest I did! Please don't make me take it all!" she begged. "You want to stay here tonight, don't you?" I asked. She nodded dumbly. I pointed back down at my cock. Pouting and tearful she took my cock again and pushed it down her throat. For maybe ten minutes or so she gagged and choked over my cock, pleasing it with her little mouth and throat. In the end I could hold back no longer and grabbing hold of the back of her head pumped my cum into her. I lay back on the bed, sated. Sarah lay next to me recovering. After a short while she spoke. "John, did I make your willy feel nice?" she asked hoarsely. "Mmmm! Very! You can stay tonight." I answered. She was quite again for a little while. "John, would you like to look after me every night, you know, if I made you feel nice?" I sighed. "Sarah, it's not possible. I could already get in a lot of trouble. What would your Mum say?" She looked at me quizzically. "My Mum works at night. She doesn't like leaving me alone. But she's scared that if she leaves me with someone they'll find out how she treats me and she'll get in trouble. If you could meet her, John; convince her that you're like her, that you enjoy hurting my bottom, I bet she'd let me stay with you. Please John! Pleeeeeease!" I could feel my cock hardening again as she talked. It was simply a delicious idea. "Ooooo, John! Look! Your willy's getting all hard again! You must want to look after me more! You will talk to Mummy, won't you?" she asked anxiously. "Maybe!" I said, "But I think my willy will need some more kissing!" I suggested. "Yes John. I'll kiss your willy for you all you want." she agreed. I watched her head move between my legs and felt her mouth close over me and my cock slip down into her throat. CHAPTER 2 A week or so later I got the call I had been waiting for. "Hello, it's Camilla Jenner here!" she said. "Sarah's Mum!" she added. "I wonder if you'd like to come round for a glass of wine. Only Sarah's been talking about you quite a bit and I thought it would be good if we met." Half an hour later I was welcomed into Camilla's house. Camilla was not what I had expected at all. From Sarah's description I had imagined some miserable old hag. Camilla was a pretty blond bubbly thirty-something. "So you must be John!" she said, "Come in! I've been dying to meet you. It's not often Sarah finds a man she likes. She was really very close to her Father. Very close!" "What happened to her Father?" I asked. "Car accident!" she said simply, "One minute he was there; the next minute gone! It was a great shock to us all. It took me a long time to find a man like him!" I wondered quite what she meant but before I could form an answer she spoke. "Red or white?" she asked. "White, please." I replied. She poured a couple of large glasses of decent Chardonnay and took a huge swig. "Let's go and sit in the lounge. It will be more comfortable there." she suggested. She grabbed the wine bottle and led us to the lounge where she motioned for me to sit next to her on the sofa. She took another huge swig of wine, refilled her glass and looked me in the eye. "So, Sarah tells me that you threatened to spank her bottom and that you wanted to take her panties off to do it!" she said. The little minx! So that's how Sarah had got her Mum to invite me round. Still, this sounded like it might get interesting. I maintained my composure. "Yes, that's right! I'm afraid I'm quite a strong believer in `spare the rod, spoil the child'. And to be frank, at Sarah's age, I'm afraid that at the very least it would have been a good dose of the hairbrush." I pontificated. I watched Camilla give an involuntary wriggle. "Mmmmm, the hairbrush!" she said, "I sometimes wonder that at Sarah's age, she is eleven you know, a hairbrush spanking isn't a little, well, light! What do you think?" "That would depend." I replied, "If she is hardly ever punished then a good dose of the hairbrush, perhaps until she has a few little blisters, would be a salutary lesson. On the other hand, if she is spanked hard regularly then I agree something more severe is called for; humiliating as well, preferably!" "Yes, more severe and humiliating!" she smiled at me, "If I was to tell you that Sarah is spanked regularly and very hard as well, what would you have done? If you'd been given free reign of course!" "Camilla, I can tell you honestly, if I knew I had your approval I wouldn't just have taken her panties down. I would have stripped her completely naked. Then I would have taken her over my knee and busted her little butt with a paddle. Then I would have bent her over the back of a chair for a dose of the junior cane. Finally, and I hope you don't view this as too excessive, I would have administered a large hot enema using a very big nozzle." I explained. I watched Camilla wriggling about, her thighs tensing as I spoke. "Oooo, the cane and an enema! How thick is this big nozzle?" she asked. I held my thumb and index finger about an inch apart. Camilla looked at me, her face flushed red. "John, I have to tell you I am a very strict mother. What you are telling me does not shock me. I can't tell you how rare it is to find a man who believes, like I do, that this is the right way to bring up children. But so there's no misunderstanding, I want you to see how strict I am! I suggest that we have Sarah down here right now and I have a long hard Mother / Daughter chat with her about her behaviour at your house. Would that be OK? Would you be alright with that?" she asked. I nodded my agreement. "I'll just go and get Sarah!" she said, jumping up excitedly. She left the room and returned a few minutes later with Sarah who was stripped completely naked. Sarah looked at me and gave a brave little smile but she was shaking with fear. "Here she is!" cried Camilla, "The naughty little girl we were just talking about! John, I apologise for her bad behaviour. Now I'm going to show you how we deal with such matters in this house." Sarah started crying little hicuppy sobs and the tears started to flow. I felt my cock hardening. "Turn round! Bend over! Show Uncle John you bottom!" Camilla commanded. Sarah swiftly stuck her bottom out at me, keen not to keep her mother waiting. For the first time I saw Sarah's pretty little bottom without any punishment marks on it. It was a pretty pinky white and the bouncy cheeks looked so soft and vulnerable. I felt my cock jerk at the thought of the severe things her mother was going to do to it and what Sarah's desperate reactions would be. Camilla stood by her daughter and grabbed hold of her bum cheeks squeezing and pulling them. "Look at that, John!" she enthused, "I mean, just look at it! Did you ever see such a naughty little bum that needed it more!" She gave Sarah's bum a massive smack with her hand. Sarah stumbled forward and wailed. Camilla grabbed her daughter's bottom again and pulled the cheeks apart, gratuitously showing off the little eleven year old's pretty holes to me. "Look at her, John! Look at her! See how much she needs it! How naughty she is! Showing everything off! I wouldn't blame you! I wouldn't blame you at all if you used her! She deserves it! Wicked girl! The way she led her father on! Showing him everything whilst she was punished! I'm going to show you just how hard a naughty little girl's bottom needs to be punished to make her good! Come on, Sarah! Over my knee! That's how we start! Good and hard!" Camilla dragged Sarah, who was sobbing fearfully, over to the smaller sofa She sat down and pulled Sarah across her lap. "John. Please be a darling and pass me the paddle. You'll find it on top of that cupboard. I like to keep it, and some other things, nice and handy!" Camilla asked. She pointed at a tall display cabinet. I reached on top, felt around and located what seemed to be a paddle, a cane and two straps. I took them all down and selected the paddle, handing to Camilla. The paddle was oval and made of light coloured wood. It was quarter of an inch thick and felt like it had enough weight to blister a little bottom. The cane was a junior size; about two and a half feet long, very thin and very whippy. I had already seen its effects and knew what a terrible state it could leave Sarah's bottom in. The split strap was clearly what I'd seen the results of the first time Sarah had showed me her bottom. The other strap was about three quarters of an inch in width. Still, it seemed quite weighty and there was no doubt that it would impart quite a sting. "Thank you, darling!" smiled Camilla as she took the paddle off me, "I'll show you how I use some of those other things in a little while. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. There's a little bottom here that needs a good hard paddle spanking!" Camilla pressed the paddle against Sarah's bum and rubbed it firmly over her daughter's quivering buttocks. The little bum cheeks were squashed and splayed by the hard rubbing. "Mmmm! That's the paddle, Sarah!" Camilla teased her daughter, "You know what the paddle feels like on your bum don't you? All hard and smacky, doesn't it?" Sarah's turned her tearstained face up to look at her Mum. "Please, Mummy! Don't! Not hard! I'll be good! I don't want paddle spanking!" she sobbed. "Wah, wah, wah!" mimicked Camilla, "I don't want paddle spanking, Mummy! Well you're going to get it girl! And you're going to get it good and hard! Keep those hands out of the way! Stick that bottom up! Here it comes!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Camilla whacked the paddle into Sarah's little bottom with a ferocity I hadn't expected. My erect cock jerked in my underpants. This was going to be a good hard little girl punishment. Sarah started to wail. "YOWWWWWWEEEEEEEE! MUMMYEEEEEE! NOT HARD! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!" "Stick it up! Stick it up!" insisted Camilla, "I want that little bottom stuck right up so I can spank it hard!" I watched as Sarah pushed her bum up under her Mum's nose. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "WAAAAAAAAAAH! TOO HARD! MUMMYEEEE! PLEASE! NO! IT HURTS!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'LL BE GOOD! I PROMISE! MY BUMMY! YEEEEEOWWWW! STOP! PLEASE!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "NYAAAAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! MUMMYEEEEEEEEEEE!" Camilla spanked her little daughter's bottom hard and steadily whilst Sarah howled and kicked over her Mum's lap. Her little bum was a burning red now and I could see some curved marks where the paddle had been smacked down extra hard onto her pretty dancing bottom cheeks. She was squealing loudly and her wails were exciting me more than ever. Camilla showed no sign of stopping her hard paddle discipline of her naughty daughter. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "AHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO MORE! MUMMYEEEEEEEEEEE! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" "Be quite girl!" Camilla scolded, "I've hardly started! You're going to get plenty more!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! YOWEEEEEEEEEEE! MY BUMMY! IT HURTS! STOP IT! I'LL BE GOOD! I PROMISE! STOP! OH STOP!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS! IT STINGS! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM-BUM! STOP IT! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Camilla carried on the vigorous punishment of her little daughter. Every so often she would look up at me and smile or pout or wink. I would return her smile or gesture and she would return to her task with renewed vigour. It didn't take long before Sarah's cute little bum was deep red and swollen; her cheeks looked almost twice their normal size. Camilla put the paddle down and released Sarah who jumped up, screeching and clawing at her paddle ravaged bottom. Camilla got up and came over to me. I watch entranced as Sarah cavorted round the room howling and pulling at her cheeks. Camilla lent down so her mouth was near my ear. "That's what I like to see when I spank!" she said over her daughter's wails, "A naughty little girl who's really felt her spanking! Look how red her bum is! Look at how she's dancing and crying! If I wasn't going to cane her I'd want to be seeing a good crop of blisters too!" Camilla went and picked up the cane. She looked back at me smiling. "Come on! Come over here!" she said, "I want to show you how to use this cane!" I wasn't sure what to do. Watching Sarah's little bottom getting a severe paddling had made my cock very hard. I knew the moment I got up my trousers would be like a tent. There seemed no other option though. Slowly I stood up. I tried to stand at a slight angle but it made no difference; the big hard bulge jutted out. Camilla's mouth dropped open in an `O'. For a few moments she stood there looking at my bulge, then she came towards me until she was standing right in front of me, almost touching. Her hand came out and gently grasped my cock through my trousers. "You liked what I did to Sarah, didn't you?" she said quietly, "It made you go like this; watching me hurt her bottom and looking at her little body! Oh John, I thought I'd never meet anybody else like my husband! Tell me you like it! Please! Tell me you like what I do to her! You like her body, don't you? I'll give her to you if you help me! Do you like little bum holes? You can put it right up her ass if you like!" All the time she spoke, Camilla rubbed my cock. I sighed; it felt so good. It was clear that Camilla was experienced in pleasing men. "She looks so sweet with her little red bum!" I said wistfully. Camilla lowered herself to her knees in front of me keeping eye contact all the time. She moved her hand from my cock to my fly and unzipped me. Slipping her hand in she pulled out my cock and holding it firmly she sunk her mouth down and I felt myself slip down her throat. As she pushed her head back and forth she made pretty little gag noises. After a few moments she pulled off and looked over at Sarah who was still crying and rubbing her bottom. She was staring intently at her Mum as she deep throated me. "Look Sarah darling!" said Camilla indicating my cock, "He's just like Daddy! John's going to help me punish you and then he's going to take you upstairs and hurt you with his big willy! Won't that be fun?" Sarah carried on crying but Camilla didn't know that my cock had already made the acquaintance of her daughter's pretty mouth and throat. Camilla stood up and pointed to the carpet in the middle of the room. "Get to your spot, Sarah! You know what to do! Bend over, hands on knees and stick that bottom right out!" commanded Camilla. Shaking and crying with the fear of her caning, Sarah slowly walked to her spot on the carpet. She bent over, bending her knees and hollowing her back so that her little butt pushed itself up and out, spreading so we could see her pretty little holes. Camilla went and stood behind her, flexing the cane. "You're such a naughty girl, Sarah!" she scolded, "No wonder Mummy has to punish your little bottom so much!" Camilla suddenly bent down and grabbed Sarah's little bum cheeks dragging them apart. She turned to me. "Look! Look!" she said, "Look how dirty she is. Can't even wipe her own bum properly! I'll enema her after this! Clean it all up! Then you can have her!" She stood back up and swished the cane dramatically. "I hope you're ready for this, Sarah! I'm going to do it really hard!" she grinned. "Boo hoo! Pleeeeeease Mummy! Please don't!" wept Sarah, "I'll be good! Don't cane me! Pleeeeeeease! Boo hoo! I'll be good for Uncle John! I'll do whatever he wants! He can use his willy on me like Daddy did! Boo hoo! Please don't cane! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!" Camilla lifted the cane back and whipped it through the air bringing it into biting contact with the meatiest bit of her daughter's little bottom. THWICK! Sarah stumbled forward, her hands coming up to her bum. She let out and ear splitting shriek. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MUMMYEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOO! IT HURTS!" she howled. "GET BACK IN POSITION! GET THOSE HANDS AWAY!" screamed Camilla, incandescent with rage that her daughter was not taking her punishment in front of me, "BEND OVER! STICK IT OUT! STICK IT RIGHT OUT!" Camilla looked over. "You give her the next one. Come on, give it a try. You'll love it!" she smiled. I went over, stood next to her and she handed me the cane. I gave it a few experimental swishes. Sarah wriggled and flinched each time there was a whooshing noise from the cane. The feeling of power over this naughty little girl was incredible; a glob of pre-cum fell from my cock. Camilla fell to her knees, grabbed my cock and took me deep into her throat. It was only for a few moments and then she pulled back off. "Hit her really hard!" she said. I raised the cane and whipped it down across Sarah's cute little chubby bum. THWICK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! UNCLE JOHN! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! TOO HARD! TOO HARD!" she squealed. Camilla took the cane back off me. "That's good!" she said, "Now I'm going to give her something to remember. Then we can take her upstairs and you can have your fun!" Camilla poised herself like a tennis player ready to serve; the cane raised high. "Are you ready, Sarah?" she asked. "Boo hoo! Please Mummy! Please don't! No more! It hurts so bad! Boo hoo! Don't! Pleeeeease!" wailed Sarah. "I said, are you ready!" Camilla repeated, a hard edge of threat in her voice. "Boo hoo! Yes Mummy! Yes, I'm ready!" sobbed the frightened Sarah. In testimony to this fact Sarah managed to push her bottom out another few inches. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! Camilla began a highly vigorous caning of her cringing eleven year old daughter. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MUMMYEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOP! THE PAIN! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" howled Sarah. Sarah's hands came up to rub but wicked smacks from the cane sent them away again leaving the increasingly marked little bottom free for more cane. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOOOOOOP! STOP IT! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! I'LL BE GOOD! YEEEOWWWWWWWW! IT HURTS! MUMMYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! MY BUM! MY BUM! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! IT HURTS! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL DO WHAT HE WANTS! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!" THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE! I CAN'T TAKE IT! MUMMY! PLEASE! HIS WILLY IN MY BOTTOM! I'LL DO IT! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! STOP! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WHATEVER HE WANTS! PLEASE! MUMMY! JUST STOP!" Camilla stood back and raised the cane. I could see these were going to be especially hard strokes. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! Real beauties, they seemed to cut right in to the chubby cheeks themselves. Thin white lines showed where the cane had landed. I had no doubt they would blister. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Sarah shrieked. She lost control and fell on the floor howling and grabbing at her injured cheeks. Camilla turned to me. Her face and neck were flushed red. "Now, that's how I like her caned!" she grinned at me. She looked down at my hard dripping cock. "Go on, take your trousers and pants off. It'll feel much nicer!" she said. I needed no second bidding and stripped them off. As I did that Camilla was pulling her own jeans and knickers off. I could see how wet and sticky her pussy and inner thighs were. Her pussy lips were engorged and her clit stood erect. "God, caning her makes me so hot!" she half moaned, "Let's take her up to the bathroom now. I'll clean and lube her little ass for you!" Camilla grabbed hold of Sarah who was still lying howling on the floor. "Come on! Get up! Get up! Uncle John wants to take you up the ass now! He needs it! Upstairs! Upstairs now! To the bathroom! I'm going to give you a good enema clean out!" As Camilla half dragged Sarah off towards the stairs, Sarah blubbered helplessly. "Boo hoo! Not an enema, Mummy! Please! No! I don't want one! Boo hoo! It hurts! Please! I'll be good! Don't give me one! Oh Please! Please! Don't! Boo hoo!" I followed behind, my cock bouncing as Camilla led her naked daughter up the stairs. When we reached the bathroom Camilla put Sarah with her nose in the corner and her hands on her head whilst she made some preparations. I enjoyed looking at Sarah's welted and swollen little bum. My cock throbbed and bucked as I watched Camilla lube up a black butt plug. "Into position!" Camilla said calmly. Her sniffling daughter knelt down on all fours with her face still in the corner. Then she lowered her arms so she was resting on her elbows and her head was on the floor. She shuffled her knees wide apart and dipped her back pushing her cute bum up and out. Camilla was already holding the lubricated enema nozzle. She had filled the red enema bag and hung it from the shower rail. There was a long black rubber tube that connected the bag to the nozzle which was shaped like a butt plug; perhaps ¾ of an inch thick. A little way before the nozzle was a clip to start and stop the flow. Camilla bent over her daughter and touched the tip of the nozzle to Sarah's cute little rosebud. The tip was about the width of an adult's little finger, but soon flared out to its full width. Camilla started to push the nozzle up her daughter's bottom. Sarah whimpered as her sphincter began to be stretched. It looked so cute; her little asshole being slowly opened. As the nozzle width reached ½ an inch Camilla began to twist the nozzle sharply as she pushed it. Sarah was crying properly again now; each jabbing push of the nozzle was accompanied by tearful moans from her. Just as the nozzle reached its widest point the tight ring of Sarah's sphincter closed around the nozzle taking another inch into her. Sarah wailed miserably as the nozzle penetrated further. Satisfied with progress, Camilla opened the clip letting the water flow into Sarah's bottom. Sarah whined and wriggled. "Mummyeeeeeee! Don't give me a whole bag! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!" she begged. Camilla was lubricating the fingers of her right hand with the gel. "Don't worry, darling!" she said brightly, "Mummy will help you forget the hurt. I'll do that `special' thing for you!" "Ooooo Mummyeeeeeeeee! It's too embarrassing!" Sarah whined. Camilla bent down and began to massage Sarah's little pussy with her lubed fingers. Sarah grunted gently in response. Camilla began to slowly masturbate her daughter; her finger and then thumb repetitively slipping between the little lips and smoothing up over the clit. "Mmmmm Mummy!" sighed Sarah, pushing back onto the busy fingers. "Yes, my little girl likes that, doesn't she?" purred Camilla. "Oh Mummy, it feels so nice!" Sarah moaned, wriggling about as her clit began to get more heavy duty attention. As the enema drained into Sarah's bottom her mother kept her just on the edge of cumming. Sarah made little bleating noises each time she came near and her mother denied her release. When her mum judged that the enema was finished she clamped the tube and began to flick across Sarah's clit with the base of her thumb. The result was almost instantaneous. Sarah stiffened and shook. "Mummy! It's happening! Don't stop! Keep going! Oooo so nice! So nice!" Sarah cried out as her little body spasmed. Camilla led the still panting Sarah to the toilet, removed the nozzle and let the little girl expel the enema. She quickly cleaned up her daughter ready for me. "Sarah! Look how big your Uncle John's willy is!" Camilla said, drawing Sarah's attention to my straining cock, "I think we're going to have to stretch your bottom open a little more so it feels nice for him!" Camilla showed Sarah the butt plug. It was black latex and at least an inch wide at its thickest point. Sarah started to cry again. "Back on the floor, Sarah! Head down, bottom out! Let's see if we can get that little hole of yours to gape for Uncle John!" Camilla commanded. "Boo hoo! Mummy! Please! Not the stretcher! I hate the stretcher! Boo hoo! I don't want to gape! It hurts! Please! Please don't! Boo hoo!" Sarah sobbed. "Get down and get that bottom stuck out!" growled Camilla. Sarah immediately did as she was told. It seemed the tone of voice her mum had used carried untold threats. Camilla bent down and started to work the butt plug up Sarah's tiny ass. Against the girl the butt plug looked obscenely big. I couldn't wait to see it being fed right up her bottom. Camilla was pushing even harder this time and Sarah was begging through heartfelt sobs. "Owwwwweeeeeeee! Stop it! Boo hoo! It hurts! Mummyeeeeeeeeeee! It's too big! Please! Oh God! Please stop! Boo hoo! I can't take it! It hurts! Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!" "Be quiet girl! Stick it out! I want to see it gaping!" Camilla grinned. The butt plug passed the point of no return and Sarah's bottom greedily swallowed it. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh no! Oh no!" sobbed Sarah. Camilla grabbed the butt plug and dragged it back out accompanied by a loud sucky squelchy sound. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MUMMYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screeched Sarah. Camilla started to force the butt plug back up. For the next minute of so Camilla forced the butt plug in and out of her wailing daughter's bottom. The tight sphincter became distended with the constant painful stretching until, just as Camilla had promised, the little hole gaped open. My cock bulged rigid at the sight. Camilla took it in her hand and guided the tip to the gaping little hole. "Push it in balls deep! She can take it!" Camilla encouraged. I pushed the head in. God, it felt so good. Better than any feeling my cock had had. I grabbed Sarah's tiny hips and pushed in hard. Sarah wailed as a good 4 inches penetrated her. I wanted more. I put my weight behind it and inch by inch embedded myself in her until I was fully inserted. She turned her red tearstained face back to look at me. "Oh Uncle John! It hurts! Please be gentle! Don't do it hard!" she begged. Camilla put her hand on my shoulder. I looked back and saw she had one leg up on the toilet seat and was wanking herself with a large dildo. "I bet that feels soooo good!" she said, "All of you in her! Fuck her hard! It'll feel best that way!" My cock was so stiff and throbbing I knew it was going to have to do it hard. Little Sarah would just have to put up with it. I pulled out so just the head was left in and then slammed the whole length back. Sarah wailed. I repeated the action, then again, started to build up a rhythm. Camilla shouted encouragement as she vigorously used the dildo. "That's it! Punish her! Good and hard! Go on! Rape it! Rape that little hole! Make her feel it!" My cock was sliding in and out quickly now. Sarah's crying and wails made me feel hotter than ever. I could feel my sperm rising and my cock jerked. "YESSSS! I'M CUMMING!" I shouted. "ME TOO!" cried Camilla. I blasted jet after jet of cum up naughty Sarah's little bum. The feeling was incredible. I knew then that I would have to have that naughty bum hole again soon. After I'd finished cuming and spent a few moments sliding my cock in that cute little hole I withdrew. Camilla smiled at me. "That was so hot!" she said, "I'm so pleased you enjoyed her bum. It was her Dad's favourite! Look, I've got something to ask you. I work nights and at the moment I leave Sarah alone. That's not ideal. I can't leave her with anyone else for obvious reasons." Camilla indicated her daughter's welted bottom and gaping asshole. "So I wondered, John, if you could look after her. Naturally her body will be yours to do as you wish with. However, you must be very strict with her. I won't accept anything less. Judging from your performance today though, I don't think that will be too much of a burden." She nodded down at my cock. "So do we have a deal?" she asked holding out her hand for me to shake. "Yes. We have a deal!" I replied shaking her hand. CHAPTER 3 I checked my watch again; almost 8:00 p.m. She would be here any minute. The events of a couple of nights ago were still fresh in my mind and I was very excited. We had agreed that Camilla would drop Sarah at my house every night that she worked. The bell rung. I answered the door. Camilla stood there holding firmly onto Sarah's arm. Sarah was dressed in a cute dressing gown and I could see she had some pj's on underneath. In Camilla's other hand she grasped a holdall. "OK to come in a minute?" Camilla asked. "Sure!" I said, stepping back and opening my palm towards the entrance hall. Camilla stepped in half dragging Sarah with her. I closed the door behind them. "Just want to make sure you're all set." she said, "This one's been naughty today so you can give her a real beating for me!" Camilla opened the holdall and pulled out a switch. "You can start with a good dose of this on her ass!" she said. She pulled out a ¾ inch wide strap. "Use this on her pussy. I guarantee you'll get good results! I find the diaper position is best." Finally she pulled out the butt plug I had seen used before and a tub of lubricating gel. "You know how to use this, don't you!" she said smiling at me, "Trust me, the more you use it the nicer she will feel when you get inside her. I've already given her an enema so she's nice and clean. Remember, she's still too tight to do it without stretching first." She turning to Sarah "Remember to be good and do everything you're told. If Uncle John says that you haven't then you know what to expect, don't you?" "Yes Mummy!" said Sarah miserably. Camilla turned to me. "OK, she's all yours. You need to be very strict with her. Have fun!" she said and let herself out of the door. I turned to Sarah. "So, is this what you wanted, my darling?" I asked. "I love you John! I want to stay with you!" she cried, flinging her arms around me, "I know you don't want to hurt me, but you must! Mummy will always check to see if I've been beaten hard enough!" "I don't know Sarah." I said, "It was one thing when your Mum was doing it but I'm not sure!" "Oh John, now I know you really love me. But you have to do it. I can help you get ready!" she offered. "Get ready?" I asked. "Daddy was like you!" she said, "Sometimes he didn't want to hurt me. But Mummy would make his willy hard for him and then he would want to do it. Let me make your willy hard for you. Then you'll want to hurt me, like Daddy did. Please! I promise if your willy's hard you'll like hurting me. Please John! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease! I want to stay with you every night! You need to hurt me so Mummy can see. Pleeeeease!" Sarah started to take off her dressing gown. She pulled it off quickly. She was wearing a cute pair of cartoon pj's. They were clearly too small for her, the top being short and showing off her midriff and the bottoms being excessively tight around her bum. "Mum made me put these on." she pouted, "She said I'd look really `spankable' in them. I don't think there's even such a word as `spankable'!" She pulled the bottoms down, stepped out of them and straightened up so I could look at her pretty little pussy. She put her hands down and spread it open for me. It looked so cute opened up like that, the dark pink inside and the clit just showing at the top. "Let's go upstairs to your bedroom, John. I can show you properly up there." she promised. She led the way, her pretty little bare bum in front of me. I carried up the punishment things her mother had left. When we got to my bedroom she motioned me in and closed the door behind us. The light was already on and the curtains closed. She lay back on the bed and raised her legs up until they were at 90 degrees to the bed. Then, just like she'd been taught in gymnastics class at school, she did the splits. Her legs spread wide until they were almost flat. Then she reached down between her legs, pinched a pussy lip between thumb and forefinger in each hand and pulled herself wide apart. "You can play with it as much as you like, John! You can put things in it too, if you want." she offered. I knelt down and stroked the inside of her pussy with my finger. She sighed and wriggled. "Oh John, that feels so nice. Take your trousers off and I'll kiss your willy for you. Once it's nice and hard you'll want to hurt me then." she pleaded. I pulled my trousers and underpants off and my cock sprang out. "Oooo John! It's already hard!" she exclaimed, "I'll kiss it for a bit and then you'll feel more like doing it." She sat up on the bed and I stood so my cock was at her head height. She took it in her hands, looked up at me and opened her mouth. Keeping her eyes fixed on mine she took me in her mouth, her tongue flicking across the top of the sensitive head. Then she pushed my cock down in to her throat. Her pretty gagging started; the feeling of her throat spasming around my length made my cock jump. She pulled off me. Without saying a word she pulled her pyjama top off and walked to the centre of the bedroom. Then she bent over, put her hands on her knees, dipped her back and stuck her bum out. I could hear the quiet sniffles of her crying. "Boo hoo! I've got to have the switch first!" she blubbered, "You need to do it hard or the marks won't show. Please do it hard! Boo hoo! I want to stay with you at night!" I picked up the switch and whipped it experimentally through the air. It was green and looked freshly picked. I could feel how flexible it was; this was going whip right around that little bum. It was a wicked little stick with several knots where it bent slightly and lots of buds on its length to sting and mark the skin. This was going to make little Sarah squeal big time! My cock jerked and began to leak pre-cum in anticipation. I lined up the first stoke and whipped the switch across her bottom; there was a swishing then it landed on her sensitive little cheeks with a cruel hard fleshy sound. SWIHT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEOWWWWWWWWW!" squealed Sarah. She grabbed round at where the switch had landed. "Boo hoo! Boo hoo! It hate it! I hate the switch! Boo hoo! You need to keep going! Mum will want me properly marked!" she sobbed. My throbbing cock gave me all the encouragement I needed. SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! "YEEOW! YEEOW! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! OH IT STINGS!" Her little bum wriggled like mad. SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! OH GOD! MY BUM! IT'S HURTING! IT STINGS! BWAAAAAAAAAAAAH" SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! JOHN! OH JOHN! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY YOU HAVE TO! WAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL MAKE YOU FEEL NICE! I PROMISE!" Sarah's little bum was getting a nice collection of red switch marks now. It looked so seductive as it reddened up and began to mark. She couldn't stop moving it and as she twisted each new movement showed her sweet pussy and bum hole at a new and exciting angle. "Shall I stop now?" I asked. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! No! Boo hoo! Lots more! Gotta make Mum happy! Bwaaaaaaaaaah! Need more!" I was happy to oblige. SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! SWIHT! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! THE PAIN! MY BOTTOM! OH GOD! IT HURTS! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" For the next few minutes I vigorously switched her pretty flinching bum. She squealed and jumped each time the nasty stick whipped into her. Her bottom was now a mass of scalding red lines painted onto the wriggling surface by the cruel whippy switch. I stopped and let her howl. After a few moments, when she realised she wasn't being switched anymore, she put her hands back and with the prettiest little mewling noises rubbed and pawed at her scalded cheeks. "Boo hoo! Oh my bum! Boo hoo! I hate the switch! Oh John, look at my poor bum! Boo hoo! I can feel all the marks! It hurts so much! Boo hoo! Horrible Mummy will like it!" I picked up the little strap. My cock jerked and dribbled more pre-cum as I thought about spanking her little pussy. She seemed to sense me waiting. "Boo hoo! I hate having my wee hole spanked too!" she sobbed, "Boo hoo! Mummy did it on purpose! She gave you my worst punishments! Boo hoo! And I always scream when I get it there! It hurts the worst! Boo hoo! I'll try not to! I promise! But it hurts so much!" Sarah climbed up onto the bed and lay down on her back. She pulled her legs up to her chest and held each with a hand behind her knee. Then she spread her legs wide so that her cute pussy was completely exposed. It even gaped open slightly, the smooth pink interior on view and the clit partially unsheathed. The biting strap was going to find all those most sensitive bits. I lifted the strap up so that it rested over my right shoulder. Sarah closed her eyes and turned her head to one side. I saw her tremble. This was going to be a hard lesson for her. I swung the strap down hard. It wasn't quite centre and bit mostly into her left pussy lip. Her mouth opened like a fish and her body writhed. When she caught her breath she screamed. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OH NO! OH NO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I waited for her to recover. Slowly, shaking with the effort, she pulled her legs back and open again. "How many does your Mum give you?" I asked. Her eyes stared back at me, bulging and wild with pain. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! Twenty! Oh God! Twenty! She gives me twenty! Bwaaaaaaaaaah!" she wailed. I raised the strap again. My cock bounced with delight at the sight of the little reddening pussy! THWUCK! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" THWUCK! "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!" THWUCK! THWUCK! THWUCK! "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAA! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH GOD! MY WEE HOLE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" THWUCK! THWUCK! THWUCK! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! IT HURTS! NOOOOOOOOOO! MY HOLE! IT'S ON FIRE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The strapping was slow and hard with frequent stops for Sarah to writhe and howl, her hands grabbing and squeezing at her red welted pussy. Whack by squeal inducing whack the strap made all twenty breath taking visits to her bulging scarlet pussy. Her ear splitting screams seemed almost constant. My cock was rock hard. Once I'd stretched her nicely I was going to push my whole length up her and rape her bottom hard. As her wailing subsided she looked up at me. "Boo hoo! Thank you, John! Boo hoo! You're such a nice man! Boo hoo! I'm sorry I screamed so much! I couldn't help it! Boo hoo! Mummy will like my marks! I'll be able to stay every night! Boo hoo! Thank you!" she sobbed. She gave me a little smile through her tears. "Sniff! Sniff! Now you've helped me, it's my turn to make you feel nice! I know what you like best! I heard the way you did all that groaning when you were in my bottom! Sniff! Sniff! I want you to love me, John! I'll make you feel so nice! I promise! You have to stretch me first! So it feels good for you! Sniff! Sniff! Don't worry about hurting me! I want you to do things that makes your willy feels the `bestest'" she pleaded. Her sincere pleading was driving me mad with lust. I grabbed the butt plug and began to lube it up. Sarah struggled to her knees on the bed and then bent over resting on her elbows, her head down, her knees tucked in under her body and her bum sticking out. Her cheeks were well parted and her pretty pink little anus was fully exposed. I bent down behind her and touched the tip of the butt plug to her pretty bottom hole. As I touched it the hole contracted, scrunching tight. I started to firmly insert the plug. By the time the plug had stretched the anus to about half an inch I could feel solid resistance. I began to push hard, twisting the plug as I'd seen her mother do. The way her pretty hole stretched abound the butt plug had my cock twitching. I could see the pink crinkled skin stretch tight to its full extent. Sarah's body shook as she softly cried. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. "Sniff! Sniff! Please, I want to stay with you at night! If I make your willy feel nice you'll let you stay! Sniff! Sniff! I know putting it in my bottom feels nicest for you! I just want your willy to feel happy!" she sniffled. "And you're right, Sarah!" I said pushing the plug further in, "The nicer you make my willy feel the more I'll let you stay here. It's important to make a man's willy feel as nice as possible if you want him to love you!" I gave the plug a hard push. "Yeowww! Oh John! It hurts! Boo hoo! I hate being stretched! Ow! Owwww! It hurts!" she cried. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked again. "No John! Please! You've got to do it! I want your willy to feel happy! I know you have to! I don't want you to stop!" she pleaded. I gave the plug one last push and Sarah's sphincter took over, finishing the job for me. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!" she groaned as it fully embedded in her, "Oh John! It's stretching me so much!" I started to pull the plug out. "Boo hoo! Oh John! John! Be careful! This is the worst part! Boo hoo! It hurts worst! Do it gently!" she begged. My cock was in no mood to wait and I dragged it out of her. Sluuuuuurrrp! The obscene noise of her bottom relinquishing the plug entertained my ears. "Yeeeeeeowwwwwww! Gently! Pleeeeeeeease!" she wailed. I pushed the plug back up her. Thrrrrrrrrrrrp! The windy noise of the air rushing past the plug made Sarah sob more. "Owwwwweeeeeeeeeee! Not so quick!" she pleaded. I started to push the plug in and out of her little ass. Sluuuuuurrrp! Thrrrrrrrrrrrp! Sluuuuuurrrp! Thrrrrrrrrrrrp! Sluuuuuurrrp! Thrrrrrrrrrrrp! Sluuuuuurrrp! Thrrrrrrrrrrrp! "Yowwwwwww! Ouch! Waaaaaaaaaah! Slower! Please! Owwwweeeeeeee!" Sarah wailed. The little hole was starting to gape now. I put the plug to one side. "Lie on your side in the middle of the bed." I instructed. She did as she was told and I lay behind her, the tip of my cock resting against her bottom. With one hand I parted her bottom cheeks and with the other I put my cock against her bottom hole. Then I started to push. She grunted as the bulbous end of my cock entered her. I moved my hands so that one rested on each of her shoulders. Then with a massive heave I buried my whole length in her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! John! Not like that!" she squealed. "You want my willy to be happy, don't you?" I demanded. "Owwwww! Yes John! I do! If you need to hurt me to make your willy happy you can!" she blubbered. I started pumping my cock into her tiny anus with long hard strokes. She wailed and cried as I raped her bottom for her. "Yowwwwww! I love you John! You'll let me stay for this! Eeeeeeeeeigh! I know you will! It hurts me so much! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I'll make you're willy happy for you! Every night! Owwweeeeeeeee!" Her words tipped me over the edge and I started cumming deep into her rectum, my cock jumping and spurting up her. I carried on shafting her as I came; the pleasure seemed to last forever. When I'd finished cumming I stayed in her and held her close, stroking her young body. "You love putting your willy in my bottom hole, don't you?" she said with a touch of pride, "It makes you feel nice, doesn't it? Nicer than anything else?" "Mmmm!" I agreed. "You love me now, John, don't you? I'll do whatever you want to keep your willy happy! I promise!" she simpered. I didn't answer, but I slid my hand down her front until I was touching her pussy. Then slowly, sensuously, I began to masturbate her. She sighed and wriggled back against me. I felt her clit erect and she started to pant softly. "Oh John, I love being with you at night!" she whispered. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact. The two are very different.