Miss Sandra Chapter 9
Copyright 2011 by NAMB
all rights reserved
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story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This
is fantasy, and the
author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life.
If you are not of legal age in your community to read or
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The next day we met at the
Rec and Sandra asked Spencer, “So did you tell her about it?”
There was no doubt as to
what she meant by the question. There was only one “her:” Spencer’s 10-year-old
sister, Hannah and there was only one “it:” the proposed meeting with Hannah
and her “bestest” friend Leah on Saturday. Perhaps “meeting” was too tame a
word, but I had no other word to describe a situation where my friend and I
would be naked for the enjoyment of four girls.
Spencer lowered his head
and mumbled, “Yes.”
“So what did she have to
“I never saw her so
excited; she was jumping up and down just like the time she got her new
American Girl doll for Christmas a couple of years ago.”
“Then she’ll go along with
“She says to be over at 10.
Mom and dad leave just before that. Check to make sure the cars are out of the
I was concerned. When this
just started, it was only going to be Sandra and me. Then Tammy got involved.
They got me to get Spencer involved. Then Hannah caught us doing something we
would not have been doing if not for Sandra and Tammy. Now we have yet another
girl in the group: Leah. Where would it stop? How many more girls are going to
be in on Spencer’s and my demise?
I tried to keep my mind off
it as we got on with the rest of the “date” with the girls. They seemed quite
interested in staying on with the outdoor part and we returned to Tammy’s house
with barely enough time for a quick, but satisfying jerk off.
Saturday arrived. Even though
we were going to go over to Spencer’s house, he still met me at the Rec. I
suppose that condemned prisoners like to walk to the gallows together. The
girls met us shortly before 10 and we made our way back towards his house.
Both cars were missing from
the driveway which meant that his parents were gone. Spencer let us in. “Is
that you, Spencer?” I could hear his sister call from the playroom downstairs.
“Yes it’s me.”
“Good, for a moment I
thought it was mom. I’d thought she’d never leave.”
When we got down the steps,
I could see that another girl was already there. I assumed it was Leah. Spencer
made the introductions, “Miss Tamura and Miss Sandra, this is my sister, Hannah
and her friend, Leah.” “Leah and Hannah, this is Miss Tamura and Miss Sandra
and my friend, Ryan.”
The younger girls giggled
when Spencer introduced our girlfriends as “Miss.” Sandra picked up on this,
“You better start calling your sister and her friend ‘Miss’ too. After all,
they are girls, and when we are together like this, us girls are in charge and
we demand respect.”
Sandra then turned her
attention to Hannah and Leah. “Spencer tells us that you caught him and Ryan
playing with each other.”
Hannah’s eyes lit up as she
responded, “Yeah, I want to see them do it again. This time I want to see them
cum. When do they get undressed?”
“Soon, but first we have to
go over a couple of things.”
“First, the boys are our
boyfriends. They belong to Tammy and me and they have to do as we say. So we’re
Hannah’s face dropped.
Tammy was quick to jump in,
“Oh, don’t get us wrong. You girls are in for a lot of fun with the boys. We’ll
do a lot of things together, but even though you are his sister, I’m Spencer’s
girlfriend, so I get final say on what he does.
Sandy and I will show you
what to do and then let you do it. We know all kinds of fun and games to play
with the boys. But we have to be careful so nobody else finds out. You girls
promise not to tell anyone else?”
Both girls nodded, but Leah
looked concerned. “What is it Leah?”
“It’s my cousin, Ginny. I
sent her a picture.”
Both Sandra and Tammy
looked at her, and she went on, “Just one picture and you can’t tell who it is
and I didn’t tell her.”
Sandra nodded and said,
“Well don’t do any of that anymore. In fact, no more pictures. They are too
incriminating – not just for the boys, but for you girls too. How would you
explain them to your parents if they found out? That’s the reason we have to be
So no more pictures to
other girls or anyone else. If you want to keep them in a safe place for
yourself, that’s OK. Do you girls understand?”
She got a, “Yes Miss
Sandra.” from each of the girls.
Tammy laughed, “You don’t
have to call us ‘Miss.’ That’s for the boys to do. We girls are equals and can
call each other by our names. We outrank the boys so they have to call us by
our proper title.”
“But they’re older,” Leah
“Age doesn’t matter. We’re
in charge because they are boys and we are girls. That’s all there is to it.”
Sandra went on, “We’ll let
you girls play with the boys but only when we are here all together.
Hannah, that means no
playing with your brother during the week. There’s too much danger of your
parents catching you and then it will be all over. Do you understand?”
Hannah looked dejected but
Sandra held her ground, “Look, it’s OK if you girls want a quick peek at
Spencer or even Ryan and there’s no one around. But just the two of you and
make sure you’re completely safe and alone.
Otherwise, we’ll let both
of you play with the boys to your hearts’ content on Saturdays. Tammy and I get
to play with them during the week and it might be fun to watch you girls order
them around for a change.
These are the rules. We got
to keep this under control. No telling other girls. No more sending pictures.
We play on Saturday only, all together. Do you girls agree?”
She got a “Yes” from each
of the girls.
Spencer and I breathed a
sigh of relief. I was so proud of Sandra and how she took charge and reined in
the situation. But that’s Sandra: always in charge.
Sandra flashed a big smile
at the girls and said, “Good, now it’s time for the show to begin.” While still
looking at the girls, she snapped her fingers over her shoulder at Spencer and
me and said, “Boys, get undressed.”
As I was getting undressed,
I thought about the ridiculous situation Spencer and I were in. Here we were,
two teenaged boys having our fate decided by a conclave of pre-teen girls. We
didn’t even have a say in it.
I had to admit, it was our
own weakness. I could walk away. Yes, the girls had us in the most compromising
position and had the incriminating pictures to back it up. But I knew deep down
they would never use them other than for their own enjoyment.
My logical mind wanted to believe
that the girls would make good on their threats; it would give me an excuse to
continue what I was ashamed to admit I liked doing.
But I knew better. I could
walk away, but I would be walking away from the best pleasure my body could
ever know. It wasn’t just the physical sensation of the orgasm, but also the
way the girls treated us.
It made me feel funny in
the pit of my stomach whenever the girls took control of us. I liked when they
did it. But liking something and doing something are two different things. It
was sort of like bungee jumping: it’s easy to like the idea of doing it, but a
lot harder to screw up the courage to actually do it
One of the things I “liked”
was that I could never predict what new humiliating thing the girls would come
up with for us to do. Eileen had taught Sandra well. Sandra had a very fertile
mind, and when mixed with suggestions from Tamura came up with some very wicked
ideas of her own. Now there were two more girls in the mix. There is no telling
what four female minds working together can do.
Some of the things the
girls did to us were getting routine, but that did little to take the edge off
doing them. For example, I felt a special thrill every time I got undressed in
front of them. It was like opening the door to my submission.
I was feeling that thrill
now as Sandra and Tammy just stood there and watched with their arms folded. I
don’t know how many times they witnessed this act. Hannah and Leah were
bouncing up and down and giggling.
“Oh, look!” Leah exclaimed,
“You can see their things.”
“They’re called penises,
girls.” Tamura corrected.
“And they’re big,” Hannah
added. Hannah had seen both of us flaccid and erect, so she had a point of
“That’s just the boy’s way
of showing us that they like us,” Sandra added, “When a boy likes a girl, his
penis gets hard whenever he sees her or thinks about her.”
“Wow! Spencer must really
like you, Tammy,” Hannah said with her hands covering her face, “Look how hard
I was fairly hard and
getting harder. Spencer was as rigid as an ironing board.
“I want to see them cum.”
“In due time, Hannah,”
Sandra explained. “It’s also called a climax, and that’s what it will be: the
climax of our afternoon. In the meantime, there is still a lot of fun we can
have with the boys.”
Spencer and I finished our
undressing and a subtle nod from Tamura had us assume the position. Well, one
of these positions. This signal meant, “Boys, stand there with legs spread
apart and hands on your head with fingers laced behind it.”
The girls had other signals
which meant, “Get over my lap; I want to spank you” and “Stiffen up.” The
latter could be particularly embarrassing especially when they did it in
This time they simply
wanted us on display so they could show us off for inspection by the younger
Sandra beckoned to them,
“Go ahead girls. Take a look. Touch them if you want to.”
The girls got up and walked
around us like drill sergeants inspecting their troops. Even when they were
behind us, I could feel their eyes on my body.
They eventually got around
in front again. Leah stopped in front of me and Hannah stopped in front of
Spencer. They looked at each other and giggled.
Leah took a tentative
finger and touched it to the tip of my penis. I twitched in response and she
giggled in response. Hannah, seeing how her friend was playing with me, did the
same with Spencer.
Hannah giggled and said,
“This feels kind of funny. I mean, ewe, he’s like my own brother.”
“Is that a problem?” Sandra
“Well sort of. I like being
in charge of him like this. That’s fun. But isn’t this incest or something like
Now it was Sandra’s turn to
laugh. “No it’s not girls. This really isn’t about sex. It’s about using boys’
sexual desires to control them. It’s all about control. We have control over
the boys even when we’re not playing with their penises.
Penis play is just part of
the fun. We girls are lucky. We don’t have anything like a penis that sticks
out all the time. That thing needs looking after and that’s what we provide.
Boys need it. Girls provide it and that puts us in a superior position.”
All the while the girls
were getting a little bolder in their examinations of our penises.
Hannah said, “I never thought
about it. I mean a girl’s thing in on the inside: hidden and protected. A boy
just has it sticking out between his legs all the time. Do they feel it all the
time? I imagine that would make them horny all the time.”
“That’s a great question.
Don’t ask me; ask the boys.”
“So boys, are you aware
that you are sticking out all the time? Can you constantly feel it?”
I felt that I had to be the
spokesman. “No, not really. First of all, it doesn’t stick out all the time.
Most of the time it just sort of hangs there. Then it’s like any other part of
the body; you don’t really even know it’s there. However, when it gets hard,
then it presses against your underwear or pants and it can be …”
Here I hesitated for the
right word. I was going to say “annoying” but how can something that is
pleasurable be annoying? “Let’s just say you know it’s there then, and when it
presses like that it makes it harder, so it’s kind of a vicious cycle.”
“So why does it get hard in
the first place?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes it
just happens for no reason at all. But girls make it hard.”
“You mean like touching it
like we’re doing now?”
I laughed, “Well that would
most definitely make any boy hard. No, I mean just looking at girls sometimes
makes it hard.”
“Do you get hard when you
look at Leah and me?”
“No, well yes, well I mean
… It has to be a special girl. I think that now though … with you girls doing
this to us … Yes, I think we’ll get hard looking at you from now on. At least I
By this time, Leah had
advanced to grasping my shaft, unconcerned about getting her hands wet with my
“Are we making them cum?”
“No dear,” Tamura
explained. “That’s just pre-cum. It means that what you’re doing is making him
“So how do we make him
Sandra offered, “Just keep
rubbing and it will happen. But let’s not do that now. When the boys get this
excited they are very open to suggestions from girls.”
“Any boys?” Hannah asked.
“Probably. Do you have
anyone in mind?”
“No I was just curious. I
was wondering if some of the boys on the swim team …”
Leah giggled, “You’re
thinking about Charlie Lester.”
I could see Hannah blush.
Obviously Charlie was an item. “Well, he does have a great body and the bulge
in his speedos …”
“Come on girl, he’s 14.
You’re just a kid.”
“Well, the boys here are
Sandra had to intervene.
“You got to be careful with this, girls. Some boys have the wrong ideas. You
have to make sure you have them completely under your control before playing
with them like this. Tammy and I will teach you what to do, but take your time.
I’d start with boys closer to your own age.”
By this time Spencer and I
were as hard and horny as any teenage boy could get. Had the circumstances been
otherwise, I would have grabbed my cock and flailed it for all it was worth.
However, such thoughts were usually restrained by the thought of the girls’
prohibition against unauthorized masturbation.
However, this time I was
beyond the point of no return. My will power was not strong enough to overcome
my lust. I needed the physical presence of the girls to restrain myself. I
needed their wills to override my own.
“That’s enough, girls. Why
don’t we have the boys get us some refreshments?”
Hannah was happy with the
idea. She gave her brother a playful slap on his rear end and said, “Spence,
you know where the goodies are. Go get some for us.”
Spencer, remembering his
manners, simply said, “Yes, Miss Hannah.” I followed off after him.
When we got back with the
food, we found the girls whispering and laughing. I knew this couldn’t be good.
After we served the girls,
Sandra said, “I want you down on your knees to kiss the girls’ feet.” As requests
went, this was kind of mild until she added, “But first I am going to tie this
string around your balls.”
Soon Spencer and I were on
all fours facing away from each other. Leah sat in a rolling chair in front of
Spencer, and Hannah took up her position in another rolling chair in front of
“Start kissing, boys!”
I bent down and kissed each
of Hannah’s sneakers.
She pushed back just
slightly and moved away from me about a half inch. “Again!” Sandra ordered.
I leaned forward and kissed
her shoes again. She moved back again.
“Again!” came my mistress’
voice. Several times she repeated this command, and each time I kissed Hannah’s
feet and each time she moved back just a little.
By this time I had to move
forward. I could feel the slack in the line tethering my balls to Spencer’s
After several more
commands, there was no slack. The line was taught and my balls were being
pulled back. By this time I was stretching my neck as far as I could so as not
to move my body forward and pull on my balls.
I was at my limit. I could not
move forward any more. From behind me I could hear Spencer groan. Both of us
were literally at the end of our lines.
“We need some more
motivation,” Tamura announced. She slipped off one of her Vans sneakers and
tossed it to Sandra. The other she took in her own hand. I heard a “pock” sound
and a yelp from Spencer.
My turn came a second later
when Sandra took a swing at my ass with her sneaker. It all seemed to happen in
slow motion. I heard the “pock” sound made by the sneaker as the waffle-shaped
heavy rubber sole impacted my rear end. I could feel the pressure of the blow.
It wasn’t until she pulled back that I started to feel the sting.
“Pock” from behind me, and
I held my ground as Spencer pushed forward even more.
“Pock” upon me and the pain
just added to the first hit.
Sandra and Tamura continued
to spank us with their sneakers, driving us forward and pulling even more on
the string. Tears were in my eyes due to both the spanking and the pain in my
Just when I thought my
balls were going to be ripped off, Sandra called a halt to it. I backed up as
did Spencer. The pain in my balls was easing off as the heat from the spanking
was still rising.
I rolled over on my back in
agony. Sandra and Tamura were quick to remove the string from our scrotums. I
sighed with relief as Sandra undid the torture device.
Both girls did a thorough
inspection of our packages to assure that there was no lasting harm.
“Look at this,” Sandra said
holding my penis up and out of the way so my ball sack could be seen clearly.
“It looks like the cords cut into his skin a bit.” The girls gathered around to
take a closer look. “If we’re going to do this again, then we’re going to have
to add some padding or something so we can still pull on them without the
string acting like a lasso.”
“I got some extra thick
rubber bands we could use,” Hannah offered.
Tamura said, “That would be
cool. I think we need something stretchy like that. Maybe we can make a big
long rubber band chain. It will make the boys pull gradually increase.”
“Maybe next time,” Sandra
interjected. Turning to the other girls she said, “You have to be careful with
your toys. You need to take good care of them so you don’t break them. It’s
important to make sure that you test your control over the boys at all times,
but don’t be deliberately cruel to them, and never do anything that will hurt
If something seems wrong,
it doesn’t matter how much fun you are having, stop immediately and check it
out. You can always resume play later when you are sure everything is safe.
This is all about control; not about hurting the boys.
It’s sort of like having a
dog. You can train it to do tricks for you, but you aren’t mean to it. In fact,
you give it a treat when it obeys.”
The younger girls nodded,
apparently getting the lesson.
“That was fun!” Leah noted,
“You couldn’t do that with girls. Where could you tie them together like that?
I like the idea that we used their boy parts to play the game. Look how red
their asses are, and look how hard they are.”
“Ride ‘emhard, and put them
away wet,” Tamura laughed.
“Can we do that?” Leah
“Ride them. My big brother
used to let me ride him when I was a little girl. It was so much fun.”
“Why not?” Sandra said. “On
Saturdays, the boys belong to you. The rest of the week they’re ours.”
The girls had Spencer and
me move the furniture to the center of the room. This cleared out a track along
the wall for us to race on.
Hannah mounted me, and Leah
mounted Spencer. I could feel the silkiness of her panties as her skirt flared
out draping itself over my sides and my backside. It kind of felt like I was
the one wearing a skirt.
“Giddyap!” Leah shouted,
and Spencer crawled off with me following him.
Sandra and Tamura sat on
the assembled pile of furniture in the center of the room and laughed and took
pictures. “For my private collection,” she added. “Come on,” Tamura beckoned,
“This is supposed to be a race.”
As the girls passed by, she
handed each of them one of her sneakers. They got the idea immediately. Hannah
got up briefly to scoot her skirt under her butt. I missed the feeling of her
most intimate parts almost in contact with me.
That loss was soon
forgotten as she swung the sneaker and had it impact my already sore butt. Soon
I was making an honest attempt to overtake Spencer and his rider, Leah.
With one hand on my
shoulder and the other paddling my rear end with her sneaker, I raced on to the
familiar “pocking” sound. I just couldn’t do it. There wasn’t enough room to
pass him anywhere. In fact I had to be careful not to get hit in the head by
Leah’s swinging sneaker when I got close.
I don’t know how many laps
we did, but by the time the race was over, both Spencer and I were stumbling
around and my knees were sore. I laid on my side and slowly straightened my
legs while rubbing my knees.
“If we’re going to do this
again, we’re going to have to get you boys some knee pads.” Tamura remarked.
The girls let us recover.
In fact they even made lunch for us as we convalesced in the playroom.
“See, girls,” Sandra
explained, “There’s a lot more fun than just making the boys cum. There are so
many games you can play with them.”
“I can’t believe they just
let you do this to them.” Hannah said.
Sandra went on, “It’s not a
matter of them ‘letting us’ do this. It’s kind of a two-way street. The boys
are looking for sexual release. We girls are looking for a fun time controlling
them. They have to pay the price to gain the privilege. The more we tease them
before letting them cum, the more they appreciate it when we do let them cum
and the more they are willing to do to earn the privilege of cumming.
Rome wasn’t built in a day.
We had to work up to this point. At first, it might be all you can do to get a
boy to show you his penis. But after a while, step-by-step, you can take
I think that after a while,
the boys like the domination almost as much as the sex. Just look how hard they
are, and we haven’t even played with that part of them yet.”
Sandra was right. I was
enjoying the dominance. The thought of a girl controlling me simply because she
was a girl and I was a boy excited me. The sex part was nice, but I knew that
it wouldn’t be as good with the road of humiliation and pain paved by the girls
to get there.
How much did Eileen teach
Sandra? How did Sandra get to be so smart? And now she’s teaching these young
girls the very principle of female domination. What will Hannah and Leah grow
up to be? Could any boy resist them, given their early training? I both pitied
and envied their future boyfriends.
“Sit on the stools and face
us boys,” Leah commanded. “I want to see your penises.”
“Yeah,” Hannah chimed in,
“I want them hard, too.”
I looked at Sandra. She
nodded back at me, “I thought we agreed. That as long as Tammy and I are here
to supervise, Hannah and Leah are in charge. Obey these girls as you would us.”
Spencer and I sat on the
stools with our legs wrapped behind the legs, exposing ourselves to the maximum
to the grinning girls as we ate our lunches. As for me, keeping it hard was not
a problem; keeping it from dripping was.
“This is so much fun,”
Hannah said. “I like looking at them naked, especially ‘Mr. Big Pants’ as mom calls
him when he gets uppity. Well, he won’t be wearing his big pants much anymore;
at least not on Saturdays. I really like telling him what to do and he has to
“That’s the spirit,
Hannah,” Tamura said. “Getting a boy naked and playing with him is one thing.
Getting him naked and playing with him just because you said so is even more
We finished lunch without
much incident. The talk was casual. The atmosphere was friendly. The only
unusual thing was the girls taking peeks at our penises during the
conversation. It felt a little unusual to be looked at this way. I am told that
women have a similar problem. Men look down at their boobs instead of looking
them in the face.
After lunch, Miss Sandra
and Miss Tamara showed Miss Hannah and Miss Leah the benefits of having naked
boys doing their chores for them.
“I wish my parents were out
on Saturday,” Leah lamented. “I could use a couple of boys cleaning my room and
doing my laundry for me. Ironing my school uniform is so boring.”
“Why don’t you bring your
laundry over here?” Hannah suggested. “I’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind.”
Tamura beamed at her,
“Atta, girl! It’s nice that you girls are having some ideas of your own.”
We only had a couple of
hours so we didn’t have too much time to play after cleaning the house. Sandra
decided that it was time to give us our reward. She had us sit on the coffee
table facing the couch as she and Tammy demonstrated how to masturbate us to
the younger girls.
I was really enjoying
Sandra’s hand on my penis and she brought me to the edge with her usual skill
and kept me there building my desire. I felt like I was hit in the face with a
bucket of cold water when she stopped. My subspace was shattered with her
words, “Hannah, now that we showed you how to do it, why don’t you take over?”
I could understand what she
was doing; she was setting me up for Hannah. Like a mother cat would cripple a
mouse for her kittens to play with, I was made vulnerable for the young girl to
I came out of my haze long
enough to see Hannah take her position in front of me. She grabbed my penis. It
felt entirely different than Sandra. She started jerking and I was
disappointed. Then I remembered how inexperienced she was. Even Sandra wasn’t
accomplished when she first started.
She wasn’t efficient, but
she was effective. I hit my peak and she jerked her way through it. I shot a
respectable load, but it was disappointing. I probably could have done a better
The girls giggled as Sandra
made them extend their arms for the mandatory hand kissing.
As we were cleaning up,
Sandra asked, “So how did you girls like it?”
“That was great,” Hannah
responded. “I can’t wait until next Saturday.”
“I’m going to try to think
up new games to play with them,” Leah put in.