12-YEAR-OLD KATE

BY BOUND PRINCESS

Kate brushed back her hair from her face and sleeked her hands
down over her tummy. Briefly she looked down at her tits. They
were beautiful white cones of flesh, still mostly just consisting
of her nipples. Yet they were not just swollen nipples. They were
more than that, and she felt a certain pride that she was already
ahead of some other girls at her school who were just now
noticing a swelling of their teats, while she herself had grown
beyond that.

As Kate stepped up onto the step she felt her bottomcheeks roll
with the lifting and placing of her foot and then the rise of her
other foot. She had a full warm bottom, the kind a girl could
slip into a pair of jeans and feel wiggle behind her as she
walked. The cheeks of her ass were a lovely pink-white. Kate felt
the woman place a hand upon them, the same hand Kate knew would
spank her when the night was over. She was lifted up by a
pressure of the woman's hand on her bottom. She lifted her leg
like a dog about to pee and got it up on the side of the cart.
She pulled herself up onto it with the woman cupping her bottom
cheeks.

"Lie down, on your back," the woman said to Kate, admiring her as
she knelt on all fours uncertainly on the cart. Relieved to get
her bottom under her, Kate flipped onto her back and stretched
out. She wished to keep her feet together but the woman made her
spread them apart. Kate looked down along the length of her body
and wished she had at least a little pubic hair to cover her
nudity between her legs, but she had none. The woman grasped
Kate's wrists and gently drew them up over Kate's head. Reminding
Kate to keep her legs apart, the woman tied Kate's hands to the
bar at the end of the cart with ribbons.

Kate felt herself shiver. She was completely bare, as if for her
bath, and it was her bathtime, but instead she was to be
decorated and served for dessert at dinner. The woman went to her
feet and spread them even farther apart. Then, with Kate
watching, the woman bound Kate's feet to the push-bar at the end
of the cart. Kate was completely captive now; and she knew that
when she'd been eaten for dessert, the woman would bend Kate over
her knee, right at the dinner table, and spank Kate's bottom
until she cried.

For many years they had had orgies in this house. Kate had been
only dimly aware of them at first. But as she grew older she'd
become more conscious of them, until she yearned to be as big as
the adults were so she could participate too. When she whispered
her fantasy to the woman, the woman had shocked Kate by saying
she could participate.

"But not as an adult, dear. You're too young for that. Yet I
won't deny your wish to play with us grown-ups. It is too late
for that, if you've been spying on us instead of going to bed
like you're supposed to. I'll present you at dinner at the next
party, but on one condition. To keep you at least a little pure,
I insist on spanking you afterward. And it must be in front of
the others, so they can see that you're getting at least a little
punishment for being naughty and wanting to show your body to
them, and for spying on us."

Kate had reluctantly agreed to the spanking, for she very much
wanted to play downstairs instead of being sent upstairs to bed.
She'd spied on them for two whole years. She was ready for more.

In her dream Kate knew where she was. She had an aunt who was
very vivacious. She'd always dreamed of staying with her aunt
instead of her parents. And now, her dream engulfing her, she was
her aunt's child, not her child actually but her live-in
companion child, and her parents were nowhere to be seen.

Kate's aunt, a young woman, used a knife to spread icing over
Kate's budding breasts. She slathered the icing over the top
portion of each of Kate's titties, but left the underside bare,
so that the guests could immediately see that Kate was not just a
nipple-girl, but had actual little peaks that she could show off
to them. Kate's aunt kissed Kate's belly but put nothing on it.
She did, however, squirt whipped cream into Kate's pussy, so that
she was covered a little bit down there. But then she put a
maraschino cherry into the whipped cream, and Kate felt very
embarrassed. She was indeed a virgin, yet she did not want it so
blatantly advertised. She arched her hips, hoping to displace the
cherry, but her aunt told her to be still or else. Then she
parted Kate's lips and put an apple in Kate's mouth. After
considering the effect for a moment, she plucked it out again.
She said she preferred to see Kate's innocent smile. Then she
drew apart Kate's hair into twin pigtails, as a final statement
of Kate's artless sexiness, a bare girl who should be in bed
spread out on a serving cart instead.

Kate had had her bath early tonight. She could still smell the
Winnie-the-Pooh bubble bath on her skin and pigtailed hair, a
light childish scent that clung to her even after she'd rinsed.
She hoped the guests liked her. She did not wish to be rejected
because she was too young. She wished for the man in the doorway
to see her again, without her kid jeans and her t-shirt, all
naked and spread out for his eyes and his mouth.

She was wheeled into the dining room by her aunt. To Kate's
embarrassed delight her arrival was greeted by 'Ooohs' and
'Ahhs,' both female and male. They gazed upon her, all dressed in
tuxes and evening gowns. Lying in a silver tray on the cart, she
was lifted and transferred to the table by two men. One of them
was the man who'd seen her in the family room. Slyly he took the
bottom of the tray, the end where her feet were, so he could peer
unrestricted up between her legs at her pussy. Kate was glad for
the whipped cream her aunt had squirted there and hoped it
covered all of her slit.

Kate was placed in the center of the table, between two elegant
gold candelabra. Her hands, freed from the push-rail at the end
of the cart, were re-tied to the candelabra, so that they
remained stretched out above her head. Her bare feet were pulled
wide apart and tied with ribbons that ran to the edges of the
table, where they were tied by the long ribbons to hooks under
the table. Kate did not resist as the men tied her. She was too
excited. Her little nipples stood up straight, the icing not
covering them, though it did cover the top halves of her breasts.
Her pussy buzzed for attention under the layer of whipped cream
that was melting in it, with the cherry announcing her innocence,
like a small fake penis standing boldly up from a froth of
baby-like cream.

A small discussion ensued among the guest over Kate's beauty and
charm. No one suggested she might be too young to join them.
Instead the females present talked of their first sexual
experience. The men listened raptly. They might have been
jealous, but a female in complete innocence lay right before
them, offering herself, with her legs apart and her tits adorned
and stiffly ready. Then, with all aroused, the women were
encouraged to kneel up on the table, leaving their seats. Kate
squealed as she felt herself licked by female tongues. They were
quiet admirers of her beauty, these women, softly licking her
like obedient cats having a treat. But Kate could barely restrain
herself. She squirmed and laughed and gritted her teeth and then
exploded out her breath in a squealing laugh.

She was so happy! The woman worked at her body appreciatively, as
if she were as big as they were, and worthy. Yet she wondered if
the men, upping the women's skirts from behind, were looking at
her or at the newly revealed bottoms of their paramours. As Kate
felt the kitten-like tongues of the women lick off the icing from
her breasts, and then stay to suckle the little mounds, while
other female tongues ate her cherry and invaded her slit, small
sounds of pleasure erupted from those that were eating her. The
women were being fucked! Kate turned her head this way and that,
when the tongues did not make her giggle, and watched in
amazement, close to the action at last, not spying from a
distance, as the women were plowed by their lovers.

When the lovers turned to copulation, Kate was left to lie alone
on the table. She was licked clean but her pussy burned for
attention. She bucked her hips. She hoped someone would give her
something for it. The man she'd seen in the doorway came to her,
ignoring the women, or finished with them. He got on the table
and dipped his stubbled face between her legs and began to lick.

Kate howled with pleasure. All around her she could hear the
women being fucked, screaming out their delight, as she herself
was chastely fucked in her slit by the tongue of this stranger.
He invaded her and teased her hymen and tried pressing past it
with his tongue. He made her thrash in her bonds on the table as
he found her spot and attacked it with his mouth as if she were a
full-grown woman.

At last Kate's aunt came and pulled him away. Over an hour had
gone by, with him paying attention to just her bare licked-clean
pussy. Now the couples had been satisfied, losing at least the
edge of their passion to each other, and it was time to entertain
them with Kate's spanking.

Kate was amazed to see her aunt completely nude. Her bare breasts
swung over Kate's face, just inches from her mouth and her
wide-eyes, as her aunt, kneeling up on the table, worked to untie
Kate. She got an up-close view of her aunt's bottom as the woman
turned and freed Kate's feet, still on her knees on the table as
if she were a dog.

With her aunt properly seated in a cushioned dining chair, Kate
was put over her aunt's knees. She gazed at the man who'd licked
her. He had an awesome penis, though it was somewhat reduced in
size due to some expenditure he'd recently made, it still
impressed her. Kate wished he would spank her, to give her some
dignity, but instead her aunt began paddling her. At first Kate
tried sucking her thumb to ignore the pain and to keep from
crying out, but she couldn't hold herself back for long.