TRAINING SALLY

BY TOMMY

Sally shifted her weight onto the other foot. It was no use. The
small chubby ten year old twisted her body slightly but couldn't
ease the aching from either her arms or legs.

She grunted behind the heavy mouth gag and tilted her head. Had
she heard something? Nothing! What were those soft little things
the man had pushed in her ears? Not for the first time that
afternoon, she wondered, no, prayed, that the nightmare would end
soon. It must be a nightmare-surely. This couldn't be real life,
her arms held firmly by the wrists high above her head. Pulled up
so far she was forced to stand on her tip toes, a feat made even
more difficult due to the fact that her legs were held apart by
some kind of metal rod.

The blindfold was heavy from the weight of all her tears, yet it
stayed firmly around her eyes. What a dream this was. Why
couldn't she wake up? She needed to pee so very badly. Why didn't
she just pee now? After all, it might make her wake up. Mummy
would be angry but she'd understand when she'd heard all about
the bad dream.

Something made Sally hesitate. Yes, it was a dream, but, but the
man had been so real and what he'd threatened to do if she peed
herself had been scary. Perhaps she wouldn't wake up and the man
would come back in the dream. She shivered. No, she mustn't!

Again, she twisted her body and wondered why the strange feeling
in her bottom felt so real. The man had put something inside. She
remembered the terrible feeling when he'd pushed it in, but it
hadn't really happened-had it! What was she wearing? Hadn't she
had her swimming costume on? Why were her back and tummy
completely bare now? At least she wasn't completely naked. She
knew from the way it flapped that she was wearing some kind of
short skirt, but was on earth did she have on underneath? It felt
sort of like knickers at the front, but the back seemed to
disappear between her bottom cheeks. Whatever it was it was very
tight. If she moved it seemed to grip her either at the back or
even worse, in her private bit at the front.

A bead of sweat ran down her back. When would the dream finish?
For a second, a feeling of blind panic started to swell up inside
her, then subsided. No. She'd already screamed herself hoarse
behind the gag and twisted her body till the ropes burned. No
more struggling. Suddenly she felt very sleepy. Almost at the
same time she felt the pain on her wrists increase as she slumped
forward and down. She pulled herself upright and tried to balance
on her toes to ease the pain.

The man had laughed. She remembered that. He'd talked so much. As
she shifted her weight onto the left foot slightly, she recalled
some of his words. Something about games and punishments. She
shivered. It was all so real. If only she could wake up!

Upstairs, Tim poured himself another glass of wine and looked at
the clock. David should be back soon, he thought, smiling. He
cocked his head and listened. The basement was well insulated, he
knew, but he kept thinking he could hear the little girl. He
sighed. What a great two weeks he and David were going to have!
He sipped his wine and thought back to when he'd first met David
three months ago. His first week in the office had been so busy
he'd hardly talked to the slim young man he shared it with. Tim
had been most careful in positioning his monitor so that only he
could see it. At least that way, so he reckoned, he'd be able to
surf the internet in private.

The company's rules had been quite clear on the subject. Surfing
was tolerated as long as the work was done-something Tim
appreciated! The work itself was no problem, and he soon found
himself with hours to spend on his favourite hobby- scouring the
preteen websites for bondage pictures.

It was during the third week that David had invited him for a
drink. The day had been particularly tedious and Tim was glad of
the chance to unwind. He still remembered how he'd almost choked
when David had asked him, quite casually, about his preteen
picture collection. Explanations had been swift. In turning the
computer monitor, Tim simply hadn't realised that the screen was
reflected in the window behind him.

A moment of pure terror had given way to disbelief as it became
clear they shared the same fetish. It wasn't long before they
realised just how well they complemented each other. Tim's
adventurous and impulsive nature was tempered by David's quieter,
more cautious approach. If David had cause to thank Tim for
introducing him to new websites and pictures Tim was equally
grateful for his friend's expertise in computers. Having always
simply stored his collection on his hard drive, he was soon given
a crash course in eraser programs, encryption and the latest
portable storage devices.

It was Tim's idea to start with. Rent a secluded house
somewhere-preferably abroad during the peak holiday season. Pick
up a cute little slave girl and….

David laughed it off initially. Crazy idea. Then he remembered an
old friend who'd invited him once to a place in France-near
Marseille he thought. Proper little BDSM enthusiast he
was-dungeons in the basement, authentic equipment-the lot. As
usual, he planned the whole thing, leaving Tim to explain in
graphic detail exactly what they'd do.

It wasn't until they actually arrived at the house that it dawned
on David just exactly what they were planning to do. The dungeon
rooms were every bit as awesome as his old friend had described.
Security was excellent. The large garden was surrounded by a high
fence and the main entrance kept locked. The first night they
discussed their plans over a bottle of champagne. David had been
meticulous in his planning.

Finding the girl had been easier than expected. They'd left early
in the morning so as to reach a part of the coast far from the
house. The beaches stretched for miles and were full of tourists
and their kids. Equipped with only their mobile phones, they'd
walked innocently through the enormous parking areas for hours,
keeping their eyes open for likely candidates.

It was David who spotted her first. A young girl walking up from
the beach, possibly to see if there was an ice cream vendor close
by. Judging from her chubby thighs, she'd be better off giving
the ice creams a miss, he thought. He'd had to pluck up the
courage. As she passed the car, he dropped some old Barbie dolls
and looking at the girl had smiled and asked her in French if
she'd give him a hand to put them in the car. She'd looked blank.
Repeating the request in English, he'd been relieved when she
smiled and picked up the dolls. "My little girl's coming in a
minute." he'd explained. "Can you push them right to the other
side?" The girl had leant further into the car. David had watched
her plump backside stretching her swimsuit to breaking point.
Leaning in as well, it had taken only a second to shake the
chloroform pad out its glass jar. The girl had struggled briefly,
but with his weight pinning her down on the back seat, she'd
quickly succumbed to the heavy chloroform vapour as it filled her
lungs. Within seconds she was asleep. A quick call to Tim and
then back to the house.

Tim had been ecstatic and it was only David's quiet reasoning
that had stopped his friend from tearing her clothes off in the
car! One step at a time. First back to the house to drop them
off, and then David would return the car to the small back street
garage in Montpellier where he'd first borrowed it using a forged
Dutch driving licence. A taxi to the huge car park at the airport
to collect his Ford Mondeo and he'd be back in a few hours
leaving no traces whatsoever.

Tim was almost asleep when David returned. It was only six
o'clock but the excitement had obviously taken its toll. Dave
grinned as his friend sat up. "Okay Tim, what have you done with
her?" They both laughed. One of their main arguments during the
previous month had been over how they should treat a preteen
slave girl at the beginning. Tim, the pervert, had argued many
times that the girl should be stripped naked and fucked
immediately. David, a more imaginative soul, had reasoned that
part of the pleasure in savouring the forbidden fruit would be
the slow unpeeling and preparation. "What's the point in doing
everything at once?" he'd asked his colleague. "Allow her some
modesty. Let her think she still has the right to some privacy.
Savour that moment when she realises that everything's on show!
Use your imagination Tim."

As they walked down to the basement, Tim whispered what he'd done
to the girl so far. "Honestly Dave, I did just what we'd said.
She was half asleep when I got her down to the dungeon. Blindfold
on, ear-plugs and gag, then I took her swimming costume off." He
saw David's grin. "No honest Dave, I didn't do anything. Just
stuck the butt-plug up her, put the g-string on and then the
skirt-like we said."

David held his breath as they entered the basement. This was the
first of three large rooms built underneath the house, each one
containing a plethora of BDSM equipment. The girl was at the far
end. The two men approached her silently, aware of an aroma of
sweaty flesh emanating from the small body.

Sally woke from her short nap and tried to shift her weight to
ease the pain from her arms and ankles. Her legs felt like thin
fragile sticks and her toes ached as she attempted to move her
feet again. Anything to ease the strain on her calf muscles. Why,
oh why couldn't she close her legs, just for a minute? A
telescopic separating rod was attached just below her knees and
allowed her no leeway. For a second, part of her wondered how she
must look with her legs spread so far apart. The strange knickers
she had on were so very tight. Not only that. She needed to
pee-very, very much. Of course it was a dream. That business in
the car-park was all part of the nightmare. Only…only, she
mustn't pee yet. Not till she knew the nightmare was almost over.

What was that? For a second she felt the front of her skirt move.
She turned her head and moaned behind the gag. What was it?
Suddenly she felt something brush her tummy. Her nipples were
stroked. Desperately she twisted her body. Was this part of the
dream It was a dream, wasn't it? Silence. Something touched her
bottom. Her buttocks were jiggled in turn. She felt the strange
knickers being pulled and her buttocks twitched as the thin cord
was eased out from between them. A twist and somehow she knew the
strange thing had been removed. The feeling of relief was
replaced with apprehension. The sudden waft of cold air under her
skirt signalled that her bottom and private parts were uncovered.
The need to empty her bladder was greater than ever.

Something tickled her ear. She felt warm breath. Then a soft
voice, barely perceptible through the ear-plugs. "It's okay. You
need to pee? There's a large bucket just underneath you. You can
pee now." Then silence.

Sally hesitated. The voice spoke again, a little lower. "I said
you can pee. Do it now or you'll have to wait till tomorrow!" The
girl shivered. What should she do? It was a dream-yes? So Mummy
would be angry, but she'd understand. Besides, she didn't like
the tone of the voice. It was scary.

She didn't have much choice. Her bladder was at breaking point.
David and Tim watched as a strong stream of urine poured from
under her skirt down into the red plastic bucket held between her
legs.

The feeling of relief was short-lived. Hot breath on her cheek.
Tim winked at David and pulled her ear-plugs out. "Nod your head
if you can hear me girl!" he whispered. Sally jerked her head to
one side, then nodded. "Listen very carefully. In a second, I'm
going to take your blindfold off. Then I'll take your gag off
while you have a drink of water-but I'm putting another one on
afterwards. You don't make a sound. If you say one word, I'll
punish you!"

Sally's eyes were red from crying and blinked furiously as she
got accustomed to the light in the dungeon. She saw the two men
in front of her and froze. Tim undid her heavy plastic gag and
handed it to David.

"Okay, drink this" he said, raising a metal beaker of water to
her lips. The little girl drank furiously. When she'd finished,
he turned to his friend who handed him a red ball gag. "Aren't
these just so sexy?" he said excitedly, pushing the ball in the
girl's mouth. Within seconds, he'd tied it tightly around her
head.

Sally's eye's followed him. She knew she had to obey his order
not to make a noise, but it wasn't really happening, was it? She
grunted and looked at David, standing to her left. David laughed.
"You know Tim, I think you're right. She doesn't really need that
silly skirt, does she!"

Tim grinned and looked at the girl's frightened eyes. "No, I
think we should take her skirt off and see what she's got
underneath." Sally's eyes bulged as she felt David's hands on her
short skirt. She writhed frantically as she sought to protect her
modesty. Then it was done and she saw him holding her skirt to
his nose. The tears ran. Not only did the cold draught tell her
that her most private parts were now on show, she suddenly
realised how she must look with her legs spread wide open. They
could see. They could see everything! So rude! It wasn't right.
She'd wake up soon and tell Mummy. She'd wake up and …

Strong hands suddenly grabbed her arms and she felt her hands
being released from the rope holding them high above her head.
Any thoughts of release were dashed as Tim pulled them behind her
back and secured them with a thick leather strap. Next he
fastened a black studded collar around her neck. Clipping a
silver chain to a ring at the back, he pulled her hands as high
up her back as he could and hooked the chain to the strap round
her hands. David put his face next to hers. "Don't worry little
girl, we're just going to give you a shower. You must be clean"
He kissed her cheek. "Can't spank a dirty bottom can we?"

Sally hardly heard him as all her weight was put on her aching
legs. Leaning against David, she looked down at her legs, then up
at the men. Tim laughed. "Oh no, we're not taking off the
separating rod just yet." He pointed to a small shower in the
corner. "I want you to go over there and get in the shower." He
paused. "You have to get used to walking with your legs apart
like this! Make sure you keep your balance and whatever you do,
don't fall over!"

David stood behind her and admired her large backside. Tim
noticed and laughed. "Nice arse isn't it!" he said. He grabbed
her left buttock and squeezed it. Sally jumped and fought to keep
her balance. To her horror, she felt the man pull it to the side
and stick his finger deep between her cheeks. David saw the tip
of a black butt-plug protruding from the girl's tight bum hole.
Tim poked it hard and looked at David. "I guess she can take a
bigger one than this." He grinned. "Got to get your bottom ready
for fucking haven't we girl!"

Sally shut her eyes. Why her, why oh why. Please let it not be
really happening. Please… She felt the man pushing her. "Over to
the shower-move!" Slowly, she moved her legs and tottered forward
a few paces. The men smiled at her bow legged gait. "No girl, up
on your toes!" ordered Tim cruelly. The girl raised herself onto
her toes, then came down with a bump. It was clearly very
difficult to walk like this after hours supporting her weight
only on her toes, especially with her legs stretched so far
apart. She sobbed behind the gag and tried to look at the men
behind her.

A large hand slapped her bottom hard and she almost fell.
"Disobedience will be punished young lady." she heard the other
man say. "Now, up on your toes and walk!" It was only about five
yards, but for Sally it seemed like a thousand miles. She reached
the shower cubicle and leant against it panting, tears running
down her face. David turned on the water and helped the girl
inside. Sally jumped as the cold jet of water hit her. David
started to wash her hair while Tim began to soap her sweaty body
all over. David stopped what he was doing and watched as Tim's
hand reached the girl's smooth little pussy. Sally jerked
backwards as she felt his fingers stroking her pussy lips. A
muffled scream escaped the gag as he pushed a finger inside. "You
want to have it nice and clean for your pussy whipping later
don't you?" he muttered.

He turned his attention to her bottom and pulled out the black
rubber butt-plug. Sally squirmed as she felt him push one, then
two fingers into her anus. "I think we'll leave it out till
bedtime" he said. David nodded and finished rinsing the soap off
her trembling little body.

"Right, out you come." The men lifted her gently out of the
shower and dried her with a large towel. "Hungry?" she heard one
of the men ask. She nodded her head and looked up, her eyes
glistening with tears. Tim laughed. "Good. That's how it should
be." He wiped a tear away. "Little slave girls have to earn their
food, and you haven't done anything yet." He winked at David.
"You'll be getting plenty of high protein snacks so you won't
starve. It really is very good, and you have to swallow every
drop!" They laughed.

Tim ordered her to follow them back to the centre of the room.
Slowly she raised herself onto her toes and hobbled over to him.
She stood in front of the two men and lowered her heels to the
floor. How her feet and legs ached! She looked down between her
legs. She did so want to put her knickers back on. How could they
keep her like this? It was so dirty. Her private bit looked red
from the man's rough hand in the shower. She tried to pull her
hands down a little from behind her back but immediately felt the
chain pulling her collar. How long would they keep her like this?
Surely it must be long enough?

"I can't remember giving you permission to lower your heels" said
Tim in icy tones. "You're a very obstinate little slave girl,
aren't you. After my friend here has finished spanking you, I
think you'll have to be punished." He laughed at her confused and
terrified expression. "Oh no young lady, a spanking isn't a
punishment. It's just part of your daily routine. You'll soon get
used to it!" He looked at David. "All yours!"

David pulled her gently to where he was sitting. He patted her
plump bottom and looked at her frightened eyes. His other hand
crept up to her exposed pussy and he gently stroked her soft
mound. "Don't worry, it'll be painful at first but you'll get
used to it." He paused. "You see, a slave girl's bottom should be
kept warm and rosy pink all the time and the only way to do that
is to spank it frequently.

Breathing heavily, he pulled the little girl gently over his lap.
He surveyed the trembling form across his legs and nodded. Her
hands were held well clear of her bottom and the separating rod
ensured that she'd find it more difficult to clench her buttocks
together. A few adjustments to her position and he had her just
how he wanted. Her large soft bum lay under his hand like two
peaches and he explored them slowly, chuckling as his finger
brushed her sensitive bum hole, making her shiver.

Cupping his hand slightly, he started to spank her, gently at
first, entranced by the way her large posterior wobbled under
him. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he increased the force of the
spanks, allowing her time to get used to the feeling. Sally
couldn't believe what was happening. No-one had ever spanked her
before-well apart from a few well deserved slaps from her
mother-but never like this. She sobbed quietly as her bottom grew
slowly warmer. It wasn't exactly painful but she could feel the
spanks getting harder. Suddenly the man stopped. "Hmm, getting
warmer, but not quite red enough." The spanking started again.
Ouch! Sally started to panic. The man was spanking much harder
now. Desperately, she tried to turn on his lap. She felt
something hard between his legs sticking into her. Owwww! Please
let him stop-please!

His other hand wrapped round her waist, holding her tight.
"Slave-girls do not wriggle while their bottoms are being
spanked!" David said, stopping for a moment. "This is simply to
get it nice and red. You'll have an excuse for wriggling later!"
He continued spanking the girl for another minute until leaning
back and panting. "Bloody hell my hand's sore!" he said to Tim
sitting opposite. "I think I'll use a paddle next time."

He stroked the girl's bright red buttocks for a few seconds, then
pulled her onto her feet. Her tears were dropping on the floor
and she was crying loudly behind the gag. "Oh don't be such a
baby!" David said, taking a tissue and drying her eyes. Looking
down he touched the separating rod below her knees and laughed.
"You know Tim, I think she'd like this a bit longer." Tim watched
as his friend rotated the middle of the rod, making it at least
six inches longer. Sally gazed in horror as her legs were forced
wider apart. Her bum felt it was on fire. How she desperately
wanted to rub it better. Now the man was doing this. David gave
her a gentle push forward. "Go over to the other master" he
ordered. "He's waiting!"

Sally concentrated hard on keeping her balance as she waddled
slowly over on her tip toes. When she saw the cane in his hand,
she froze in terror. Tim smiled cruelly, nodding his head. "Yes,
I bet you're scared, aren't you. I was going to give you just a
pussy whipping, but after your behaviour earlier, it's clear you
need a proper punishment first." He flexed the cane. "I bet you
can't wait for me to get started on that naughty bottom of
yours."

The young girl grunted and squealed behind the gag. Please no-he
couldn't-he wouldn't beat her with that! Teachers used to use
them years ago-but not any more. Her sore backside twitched as
she imagined what it would feel like.

Tim grinned and then pretended to be deep in thought. "Of course,
if you perform one of your slave girl duties now, and perform it
very well, I might let you off the beating and go straight to the
pussy whipping. Would you like that?" Sally nodded, ready to do
anything to protect her glowing bottom from the cane.

Tim pulled her closer and ran the cane over her chest, patting
her tiny nipples with the end. "Well, let's see how good you are
at sucking cock, shall we?" He lowered the cane and ran it over
her pussy, jiggling the soft mound with the tip.

Holding her shoulders, he pushed her down onto her knees and
quickly lowered his trousers and pants. He reached behind the
girl's head and untied the ball gag. She grunted quietly as the
red ball was pulled out and licked the inside of her mouth. "One
word, just one word and I'll thrash the skin off you!" warned Tim
menacingly.

Sally stared transfixed as he held his erect penis inches from
her mouth. David watched in amazement as Tim tickled the girl's
face with the tip. How on earth was the girl going to cope with
that monster? He had no idea Tim was so well endowed!

"Well you little slut, this is your only chance. You suck my cock
till cream comes out the end. You swallow every drop-understand!
If any falls on the floor you get a beating. Get going!" He
grabbed her hair and pulled the girl's head forward. His
throbbing member touched her lips and for a second she seemed to
hesitate. Then she saw the man raise the cane. Panicking she
opened her mouth wide and started to suck the end. The salty
taste of her tears mixed with the strange taste of the man's
thing. What was she doing? This was disgusting. It just couldn't
be happening-could it? She paused to take a breath and Tim pushed
her head down harder. "Take it right in! I want it tickling your
tonsils!" He stroked her wet cheek and showed her how to massage
it with her tongue. "Up and down-that's better" he added softly,
smiling as the sweaty little girl tried to please him. Sally felt
him push her down and choked as his cock filled her whole mouth.
Tim gave her a few seconds, then tapped her head with the cane.
"Faster you little prick-tease!" he ordered, his voice sounding
hoarse.

Sally moved her head faster. Would it all be over soon-please let
it be over! Every part of her body was aching. Her sore knees
held so far apart, her inner thighs were begging for rest. Her
arms, still attached to the collar and held high behind her back
were pulled up every time she pushed her head down. Her throbbing
buttocks cried out to be rubbed better. She felt so very hungry
and badly needed another drink. If that wasn't enough she felt
again the strong need for the bathroom-only not just for a pee.

All at once she felt the man's cock jump and swell slightly in
her mouth. Warm sticky liquid flooded the back of her mouth. Must
swallow..must swallow it! Not the beating-please not that.
Gasping for air, she felt some of the liquid trickling down her
chin. No, no please no! Sucking loudly, the frantic girl
swallowed all she could. Pausing for another breath, she tried
desperately to lick her chin, unintentionally losing hold of the
man's cock. Terrified, she bobbed her head around trying to get
the slippery tool back in her mouth. She saw more liquid was
coming out of the hole at the end. No, no… Just in time she
managed to get her soft lips round Tim's fast-softening penis.

Tim sighed and stroked her hair, smiling. "Really very good for a
first time." He pulled his pants back up and reached for the ball
gag. "Can't keep you out of uniform for too long, can we?" he
said, pushing the ball back in her mouth. He grinned at David.
"Your turn Dave!" David laughed. "Okay, but I fancy something to
eat first. I think I'll save her for dessert." Tim chuckled and
lifted the girl to her feet. Suddenly he noticed something on the
floor. "Oh dear, you dropped some of my cream on the floor, you
naughty girl." Sally looked down and saw a small drop glistening
on the bare concrete floor. "Seems I'll have to beat you after
all!" Sally looked at Tim, then David, her eyes full of terror,
pleading for mercy. "Tell you what" said Tim, bending the cane.
"I'll give you a chance to lower the number of strokes. This
room's too dusty, it needs sweeping." He pointed to the far end
of the room. "There's a small brush over there. I want you to
sweep the room and make a nice pile of dust over there." He
paused. "I don't care how you do it. You can try holding the
brush with your toes or sticking the handle between your
buttocks." He winked at David and laughed. "If I see that you've
tried hard, I'll only give you six strokes instead of twenty
four. Now get to work!"

Sally watched the two men leave. For a while she stood immobile,
swaying as she fought to keep her balance. She stared at the
door. No, it wasn't happening. It was a dream-the worst nightmare
ever. Yet…yet, she hadn't woken up. The spanking had been so
painful and what the man had made her do! Behind the gag she
screamed and tottered towards the door. Tears flowed faster. It
wasn't happening, it wasn't!

For a few minutes she leant against the door, weeping. If only
her Mummy and Daddy would come and save her! She was hungry,
thirsty, her legs ached, her arms were hurting and she needed the
bathroom.

The small broom with a short thin handle stood in the corner.
Slowly she started to walk over to it, her splayed legs making
her waddle like a duck. How on earth to use the brush? Using her
toes was out of the question. There was no way she could brush
the floor like that. For a moment she wondered if the man had
been right and she should try and stick the handle between her
bottom cheeks. Carefully she turned round and backed up to the
wall. Her buttocks were already twitching when the broom handle
touched her back. Suddenly she felt her fingers touch it. She
almost choked in gratitude. Her hands were pulled tightly up her
back, nevertheless she could move her fingers. Gingerly she
wiggled them until she felt the handle. For a while she just
rested against the wall. Then, clasping the brush tightly behind
her back, she slowly tottered into the centre of the cold dank
room and started sweeping. She was young. She'd never had to
sweep a floor in her life. Yet something deep down told her to
try. No matter how, but she had to sweep the floor. The dust had
to be removed to the far corner or she'd be beaten. The man's
face followed her everywhere. Please not that cane! She had no
doubt it would be painful. Just brush, just brush the dust! She
couldn't see the brush but she soon got into a rhythm of brushing
forward between her legs. Her arms screamed for rest. Her legs
felt like jelly. Please, oh please would they come and allow her
to go to the bathroom. She desperately needed to go. Something to
eat. Something to drink. Please! Only she must sweep the floor
…must sweep!

******

Tim leant back in his chair and drained his glass. David put his
spoon down. The mousse au chocolat had been out of this world!
"I'm sorry Tim" he said laughing, "But one does not drink beer
with this" he said, reaching for the bottle of Bourgogne. "You're
such a bloody philistine, I bet you'd ask for a coke to go with
your Pate de foi gras!" Tim laughed and put the glass down.
"Never mind that you snob, what's next on the menu?" he asked.
"It's getting late, and our little girl down stairs is dying to
suck your cock! I hope you won't disappoint her." David smiled.
"Actually, what I'd really like before I go to bed is to fuck
that beautiful ass of hers. Preferably warmed of course!" He rose
and picked up the plates. "I'll just put these in the dishwasher.
Why don't you go and check she's okay?"

Ten minutes later he went down the old stone staircase to the
basement. He heard Tim laughing. At the far end of the room the
girl was waddling towards a low table Tim had pulled over to the
middle. From the look of the separating bar, Tim had lengthened
it another six inches. "Filthy thing had to use the bathroom" his
friend explained, tapping her legs with the cane. "I said on your
toes girl!" Muffled sobs came from behind her gag as the little
girl pushed herself up further. "She's had her arse well scrubbed
and a nice soapy enema so she's all ready for you!" He placed a
large black pillow on the edge of the table and bent the cane
almost double. "Well come on girl, bend over and let's get
started!" Sally looked first at the table and then at the cane in
Tim's hands. Please don't let this be happening! Her eyes turned
to David and seemed to be pleading with him. David looked at the
pile of dust in the corner. "At least she managed to sweep up" he
said looking impressed. "How many are you going to give her?" Tim
smiled cruelly and winked at the trembling girl. "I was only
going to give her six, but since she hasn't obeyed my order to
bend over the table, I'm making it twelve. If she doesn't bend
over in two seconds, it's going up to twenty!" Sally had no
choice. She pressed her thighs against the edge of the table and
bent over till her head was touching the surface. Tears fell onto
the old wooden surface, disappearing into the deep grooves
scratched into the wood.

"No, not like that." Tim pulled her back a little and pushed her
down till her tummy was lying flat. Sally turned her head so her
cheek was on the table. She felt the man run the cane up the
inside of her leg. It moved up further until she felt it touching
her private parts. "Come on girl, stick that bum up-right up!"
Closing her eyes, praying for the hundredth time that it was all
a dream, the young girl obeyed, lifting her plump backside
higher. Please let it all be over-please! Her arms were still
pulled up high behind her back and hurt so much. If only the man
would loosen the chain-just for a moment. If only…

Swish-crack! The first stroke caught her right across the middle
of her buttocks. Her back arched as the pain enveloped her body.
Tim grinned and looked at David. "Not bad aiming eh?" he asked,
pointing at the thin red line he'd produced. David nodded. It had
certainly been painful but he realised that in fact it had not
been a particularly hard stroke. They'd already discussed this at
great length. They wanted to avoid marking her backside if
possible. Tim was cleverly laying the strokes just hard enough to
sting like hell, but not quite enough to cause deep bruising.

"I said, keep your bottom up!" shouted Tim at the wretched girl.
"And stop wriggling! If you move or try to get up, you'll get
double!" After six strokes, he put the cane down and ran his hand
gently over her sore posterior. "Painful isn't it?" He patted her
thigh. "Just another six, then it's time for you to perform
another slave girl duty!"

Sally never knew how she was able to bear the last six. She
screamed behind her gag and tried to bite the red ball as the
cane lashed down on her. The last two strokes fell on the top her
thighs and she pushed herself further over the table in a futile
attempt to avoid the painful cuts.

It was over. Tim traced the lines across her bottom. "You might
have a few bruises just here, but don't for one moment think that
was a hard caning, young lady! This was just a short
introduction." He grinned at David. "All yours mate. I'm going to
get a drink." Sally hardly heard him. Her buttocks felt like they
were on fire. She had to rub them-please! Suddenly she felt
something cold on the hot skin. One of the men must be wiping her
with cold water. So nice! She started to relax a little. Just
don't stop for a while. Fingers danced all over her bottom and
thighs, cooling her down. Occasionally they seemed to find their
way between her legs, teasing her little pussy. For all the
discomfort, she found herself lifting her hindquarters higher.
Other fingers eased their way between her buttocks and she felt
one brush her bum hole. A few second later, she felt it again.
This time it stayed and she felt it playing with her. It seemed
to be wiping something slippery between her bum cheeks. Then it
pushed up inside her and her anus instinctively contracted. This
continued for a few minutes. Her bottom still felt hot, her arms
were aching and her legs tired, but for now her attention was
fixed only on what was happening to her private parts.

Again, a finger pushed inside her. It felt even more slippery
now. Then two fingers. That was not so nice. It felt too tight,
too….The finger teasing her pussy suddenly delved a bit deeper
and her pubic area seemed to tingle. Just a bit deeper, just a
little. There was something there desperately begging to be
touched. She had no idea what it was exactly. In bed she
sometimes touched herself there but had never made it tingle like
this before.

She was so intent on the finger edging ever closer to her
throbbing young clitoris that she hardly noticed when the fingers
in her bum hole were removed. Her anus twitched, then relaxed as
she felt something touch the entrance. The fingers had been
uncomfortable at first but they seemed somehow to make the tingle
stronger. It took a few seconds for her to realise that something
different was being pushed in this time. Her anus contracted but
it was too late. All thoughts of what the fingers in her pussy
were doing vanished as she felt the man's thing pushing further
inside her bottom. Twisting her head, she tried to wriggle but
was pushed harder against the table. She choked behind her gag.
Stop..please stop! It was so painful.

David grabbed the girl's hips and held her firmly. The small girl
was exhausted. For a second she relaxed and he pushed his cock
further inside. "Might as well get used to it" he whispered, a
trickle of sweat running down his nose. "You're going to be
getting this every day for the next few weeks!" He chuckled as he
imagined how she'd cope with Tim's monster. Pursing his lips he
started to thrust himself forward until his cock was completely
buried inside her hot anus. "You liked what I was doing to your
pussy, didn't you?" he asked, fucking her faster. "Your little
clit is just begging for attention. You're a very naughty little
girl for getting so excited and for that you'll have to be
punished. I'm sure the other master will want to punish you
himself. " David felt himself starting to come. Her buttocks were
bouncing all over the place. The feeling of her tight anus around
his cock was ecstatic! "And we'll have to have a closer look
inside your pussy first-don't you think?"

He opened his mouth in a silent scream and pumped his hot juice
deep in the girl's rectum. For thirty seconds he just stood
immobile. No orgasm had ever been quite like this! The feel of
the girl's anal sphincter squeezing his penis brought him down to
earth. "Fuck's sake girl, you've just about emptied my balls!" he
said , his breathing slowly returning to normal. He pulled his
cock out slowly and wiped it up and down between her buttocks. He
smiled at the way she clenched them, trying to ease the soreness.
A few soft moans escaped her gag. He heard a noise behind him and
turned. Tim was at the door grinning. "Good was she?" he asked,
rubbing the bulge in his trousers. "Lovely tight arse she's got"
replied David, pulling up his pants. He nodded towards the girl
still bent over the table. "Why don't you have a go yourself?"

"Perhaps later. I was rather thinking of another blow-job." Tim
walked over and slapped the girl sharply on her right buttock.
"Stand up!" Sally obeyed slowly, every muscle aching as she
straightened up. Her red face matched her backside. Tears dropped
on the floor as she turned to face the two men. She didn't know
which part of her body hurt the most. If only it could all stop.
Just wake up. She saw Tim looking at her legs and quickly forced
herself up on her toes. Her legs screamed out for rest. If only…

"She's been rather naughty, I'm afraid" explained David. "Her
pussy started to get quite hot. I think we should examine it
rather closely." Tim nodded. "Why not try the double stocks then?
Just what we need." David gave him a hand to lift the heavy
wooden device onto the table. Two blocks of wood were hinged
together forming three holes for the slave's head and arms. On
top of this was a second set with holes wider apart for the
ankles.

Sally stared at the men in terror as they lifted her on the
table. What were they going to do? Please no more..please.. She
felt her hands being untied and the separating rod removed. Any
relief she may have felt was short-lived as one of the men pushed
her onto her back and positioned her head and arms on the stocks.
Within seconds, the wooden block was closed and fastened. "There
you are, nice and secure" she heard Tim say, laughing. The neck
hole was built for an adult and allowed Sally plenty of movement,
nevertheless, a wave of terror engulfed the girl. What were they
doing? Please no! the wooden blocks stopped her seeing what was
happening. Please don't hurt me…please..

She felt her legs being lifted and pulled up to her head. The
holes for her ankles were even wider than the separating rod and
she screamed silently as her legs were securely locked in the
stocks. The men were quiet. She heard them breathing, but held in
this position, she could only see the roof of the basement.
Blinking back tears she thought of how she must look now to the
men. Her legs were pulled so wide apart and held so far back that
her bottom was almost lifted off the table. She felt cold air
waft between her pussy lips and then over her bum- hole. She
groaned in shame. Not just her pussy, even her bottom hole was
completely on show.

Her body cried out for rest. As one part of her mind tried hard
to convince her this was all a dream, another part of her
recognised the awful truth. What if it was real? What were they
going to do to her afterwards? For a few seconds, every muscle in
her tensed as she considered the possibilities.

A hand lifted her backside higher and she felt a cushion being
pushed underneath her lower back. Not quite as uncomfortable now.
What if…? Her mind toyed with the strange ideas that flew past
her. What if she were to try and be good? A good obedient little
girl? Would they be nicer to her? Perhaps let her go home?
Yes..perhaps. But what if…

Her thoughts were interrupted. Something was stroking her leg,
very, very gently. She tensed. A finger stroked her thigh. This
continued for a few minutes. No-one talked. She heard only the
gentle breathing of the two men as their hands moved over her,
moving closer and closer to her pussy. Something touched her
bum-hole. She shivered as a finger slid slowly inside her.
Someone laughed. The familiar tingling returned. She couldn't
help herself. Someone was running their finger around her pubic
mound, now it drifted slowly between her pussy lips. Despite her
exhaustion, the little girl tried to clench her buttocks in an
attempt to move her pussy upwards. The finger seemed to be
teasing her, starting to probe deeper then quickly moving out
again. If only it would stay there for a while longer, or just go
a little deeper. If it would just…. As if reading her mind, the
finger pushed a little deeper and caressed her tiny clitoris.
Electricity enveloped her sweaty little body. The finger stayed
where it was, delicately nudging her magic button. Her buttocks
writhed as the tingling grew more powerful. Just a few more
seconds, please! Please don't let it stop yet! The tingling grew
so strong it blanked out everything. Waves of orgasm coursed
through her young body. Yes, oh let it last for ever! Yes, yes!

The finger stopped moving. Her world came crashing down. One of
the men put his face close to hers. "Well well, you really are a
very naughty little slave-girl aren't you!" Tim snarled. "I can
see we're going to have to teach your pussy a lesson!" Sally saw
the look in the man's eyes and grunted behind her gag. She felt
him touch her sticky pussy again. "Quite frankly, I think it
needs a good caning" He disappeared from view and she suddenly
felt the familiar feel of his cane tapping her between the legs.
No! No, he wouldn't! Please not the cane…not there!!

Tim winked at Dave and prodded the girl's anus with the tip. "Of
course, I might be tempted to use a strap instead of the cane."
He picked up a long thin leather belt and waved it above her
head. "First, you're going to give me another blow- job. If you
do it better than the first time, I'll use the strap. If not,
your pussy gets the cane!"

Before she had time to absorb what he'd said, she felt herself
being released from the stocks and dragged off the table. Dave
fastened her hands behind her back again while Tim replaced the
separating rod. Looking into her tired frightened eyes, he
grinned. "I'm taking your gag out again so not a sound!" With the
ball out of her mouth, the small girl licked her lips and
swallowed nervously. He was going to make her suck his thing
again! She felt sick but the alternative was far worse.

Tim lowered his pants and leaned against the table. "This time,
you tease it first all over with your tongue. Use your nose and
mouth to tickle my balls. Do it nice and slowly. When I tap your
head, start sucking hard like before!"

Dave watched fascinated as the exhausted girl fell on her knees
and started kissing his friend's enormous cock. She'd been with
them less than a day and already she was acting like an
experienced prostitute. Her tongue darted all over his balls, her
little nose nuzzling them gently. Tim shut his eyes and let his
head fall back. This was like nothing on earth! Opening one eye,
he quickly tapped the girl's head. He couldn't hold off any
longer. Sally took the swollen tip of his penis into her mouth,
praying silently that she wouldn't make any mistakes. Her head
bobbed up and down as she tried to please him. Please, oh please
don't let it last much longer! Her arms and legs screamed out for
rest. If only they'd untie her for a minute-just one minute.

Tim groaned. Hot semen filled the girl's mouth. Sally swallowed
as quickly as she could while keeping the man's penis firmly in
her mouth. She mustn't let it fall out whatever happened!
Thirty seconds passed. Tim watched the little girl in amusement
as she sucked his shrinking cock, obviously terrified of any
juice escaping.

"Did you like that?" he asked her quietly. The girl looked scared
for a second, then nodded. Anything, anything to keep the men
happy. Perhaps they wouldn't hurt her so much. "I hope you agree
that you deserve a pussy whipping girl" he continued, looking
serious. "Do you think your pussy should be punished?"

Sally nodded again. She'd sucked the man's thing and hadn't
dropped anything. Surely he wouldn't hurt her too much?

Dave helped his friend sit the girl on the table. "I've got an
idea" said Tim, unchaining the girl's hands. Sally sobbed as he
lay her down. "No stocks for the pussy whipping girl!" he
explained. He took her hands and tied them to where the
separating rod was attached at each knee. He winked at Dave and
lifted her legs back over her tummy to her shoulders.

"For punishments I expect you to hold this position" he
continued, showing her how to support her legs. "Keep a firm grip
behind the knees and don't let your legs fall! All we're
interested in is that naughty little pussy of yours." He stroked
her sweaty pubic mounds with the back of his hand. "Since it's
your first time, I'm only going to give you six lashes, but if
you don't keep your legs held up high, I'll use the cane!"

Sally gripped her legs as though hypnotised. Through her tears he
saw the other man looking at her, a look of concern on his face.
For a second her glance fell between her legs where her young
soft pussy was being presented for punishment. She flinched as
Tim ran the back of his hand between her legs. For a few seconds
he let his hand linger on her little mound. He smiled. "From now
on, this belongs to us and we will have to show you all the
things you can do with it." He looked across at David and winked.
"Only now, it has to be punished for getting so wet and hot when
we were playing with it. Keep those legs well apart!"

Why she obeyed so willingly she couldn't explain. Tim watched
with amusement as the girl gripped her legs tightly and opened
them a little wider. He dangled the thin strap in front of her
and allowed the end to tickle her tummy.

"I think I need a bit of practice before I start!" Tim wrapped
the end of the thin belt around his hand and whipped it lightly
down between her legs. Sally flinched as the end hit her right
between her pussy lips. Please no! He couldn't really whip her
there-could he?"

"Okay, let's start!" The shivering girl watched in horror as the
man gripped the belt tighter. "Keep your legs pulled well up over
your head!" he ordered, licking his lips in anticipation. "If you
try to close your legs or put them down, it'll be the cane- and
for every time I have to use it on your pussy, you'll get a
double dose on your backside. Here goes!"

He raised the belt and slashed it down hard. The soft leather
caught her on the inside of the leg, the end wrapping round her
plump thigh. Sally screamed behind her ball gag. David looked at
the red mark appearing and laughed. Tim looked angry. "Damn! I
missed her pussy." The next stroke landed across her left pussy
lips. Sally moaned and gripped her legs as hard as she could, her
knuckles white. She mustn't move-she mustn't! If this was
painful, she had no doubt that the cane would be twice as worse.

The third stroke fell on her other thigh, making Tim curse again.
He looked at the red stripes and winked at David. "They'll be
gone by tomorrow with any luck." David nodded. The ordeal was
clearly painful for the girl but they'd chosen the strap with
great care, ensuring the leather was light enough not to cause
too much damage. The pussy whippings were great fun, but the girl
had to last two weeks.

The sixth stroke seemed to be the hardest and the tip slashed
down hard, catching the girl right in the centre of her pussy..
Sally let go of her legs and twisted her body in a futile attempt
to bring her knees together. She felt someone grab the bar
separating her knees. Her vision was blurred by the tears but she
saw Tim grinning cruelly.

Thirty seconds passed. "Well, well, well. Our little slave girl's
pussy is obviously desperate to feel the cane" he said softly.
"Better hold your legs very still this time or I'll carry on till
you learn!"

Sally grasped her knees and prayed that she'd be able to keep
still. Just this one stroke-please let her keep still-please! She
felt the cane bouncing up and down on her sore pubic mound, then
heard it being raised.

David looked on in a mixture of horror and excitement as his
friend whipped the cane down across her glistening ymound. The
crack echoed around the room. Sally arched her back as the pain
hit her-like someone running a blowtorch between her legs.
Somehow she managed to keep a firm hold of her legs.

"Good girl, you took it well" she heard Tim say. "Just two more
strokes on your backside and we're finished for today. Stay nice
and still, or I'll have to start all over again!"

She barely had time to take this in before the cane landed across
her buttocks, making her gasp in agony. The second stroke
followed immediately, overlapping the first. Excruciating though
it was, she was grateful it had been on her bum, not her pussy.

The next few minutes seemed to Sally a sort of blur. Rough hands
released her from the table and stood her up. Totally broken, she
hobbled over to the shower annexe on her tip toes, the pain from
her pussy and buttocks masking the pain from her tired limbs. The
separating bar was taken from her legs and the ball gag removed.
One of the men gave her water to drink followed by a crust of
bread which she devoured in seconds. She was allowed to pee, then
washed, more gently than before, and felt cream being applied to
her sore red skin. Some kind of nightgown was pulled over her
head.

The girl was already asleep as David carried her to the cell at
the other end of the basement. He placed her on the large bed and
stroked her hair gently. Tim sat the other side and ran his
finger over her thin black see-through nightgown. "Poor little
girl" he said sarcastically. "Such a hard day!" David raised her
gown and slid his hand up the inside of her leg. "We forgot the
butt-plug" he said, looking thoughtful. "Not to worry though, I
might just come down and see her later tonight and put it in
then." Tim laughed. "When you do, don't forget to put a bit more
of that steroid cream between her legs and over her bum. By
tomorrow, she should be ready for another pussy whipping." He
grinned. "Make sure you use a bigger butt-plug. I'm looking
forward to using that nice arse of hers tomorrow morning!"

Sally opened her eyes sleepily but it was dark in the room. The
sheets were pulled back. Someone lifted her gently and turned her
over onto her tummy. She felt her nightie being pulled up. A waft
of cold air blew over her bare bottom. Too tired to put up any
resistance, she felt her hips being raised and her knees pushed
forward. Something touched her bum-hole. Fingers pushed something
cold and wet inside her. Please let the man do it quickly! She
desperately wanted to sleep. As if reading her mind, David
started to push his hard cock deep into her bum. The bed shook as
his rhythmic thrusting built up speed. Used to the discomfort by
now, Sally kept her eyes shut tight and tried to pretend it
wasn't happening. David groaned and pulled her back slightly onto
his groin. Why did he always come so quickly? The girl's arse was
amazing! Silence for a few seconds.

She felt him release her and rolled onto her side. Fingers probed
her wet little anus again. No, please, not again! Just let her
sleep-please! Something hard and cold was pressed between her
buttocks. It felt like that strange thing the man had put in her
right at the beginning. It would be over in a few seconds and she
could go to sleep and…. Sally opened her eyes in horror as the
pain grew in intensity. Her small anus was being stretched more
and more. What was he putting in her? She started to cry and
tried to turn but strong hands held her on her side. "Nearly
there" she heard him say. "No, no, please don't!" she wailed in a
tired voice. David pushed the butt-plug in all the way and
laughed. Quickly he smeared some more steroid cream where the
cane and belt had left marks. "I do believe you just broke a very
important rule about talking" he said, pulling her nightie back
down over her hips. He covered her with the bedclothes and stood
up. "I think you'll find the other master will be quite angry
with you tomorrow." He paused at the door. "I suggest that you
show him what a good little slave girl you can be. You never
know. He might not cane you quite so hard."

Sally turned and held her pillow. The tears flowed freely. It
wasn't a dream was it? It was all real-so very, very real! She
must be good-she must! Not the awful cane again-please! It hurt
so much! Images of whips and canes danced around her in the
darkness.

******

Voices entered her dream. Strange voices. If only they'd go away
and leave her in peace. No, they were getting louder.

"I said wake up!" She opened her eyes and saw David putting a
tray down on the small bedside table. He smiled. "The door's
unlocked. Eat your breakfast, remove your butt-plug, go to the
toilet and have a shower." He pointed to the clock on the wall.
"It's nine o'clock. At nine thirty exactly you will be standing
in front of the bed ready for inspection."

Sally waited until he'd left and got out of bed. The smell from
the tray made her mouth water. She'd never been so hungry. A
large plate of sausages, bacon, eggs and grilled tomatoes was
placed in the middle, surrounded by buttered toast, fruit and
mugs of water and orange juice. What on earth?! Any questions in
her mind were over-ridden by her stomach and she greedily
devoured every morsel.

The water in the shower was warmer than the previous day. The men
had left a bar of soap and a small towel for her. Removing the
butt-plug was a hideous experience and she was almost in tears as
she finally pulled the large black object out of her bottom.
Pulling her nightie back on, she looked at the clock anxiously.
The big hand was nearly on the six, so that meant half an
hour-didn't it? Mummy had shown her how to tell the time a few
years ago but she still got confused.

Hearing footsteps she quickly stood at the foot of the bed, her
heart beating hard. She would try and please the men today.
Surely, they'd be nicer to her if she did exactly what they
wanted. Perhaps they'd let her go home early. Perhaps they'd….

The door opened and the men walked in, David grinning broadly and
Tim expressionless. He had a wooden paddle in one hand which
swung from his wrist by a piece of string. Her heart missed a
beat and she felt her large bottom twitch in anticipation.

Tim looked around the room while David just stared at her
lustfully. The fuck last night had been so very, very good and he
was ready for another. Only perhaps it was time to try another
hole. Now that would be painful! He saw her preteen pussy through
the see-through nightie and chuckled. Not that bad though. After
all, what were pussies for?

Sally looked anxiously at Tim as he surveyed the room. At last he
turned his gaze on her. "This is not acceptable!" The girl felt
sick. What had she done now? Tim's eyes narrowed.

"Breakfast things left unwashed, bed not made, shower and toilet
not wiped, butt- plug left in the shower, drops of water on the
floor.." He paused. "And I can't remember giving you permission
to wear a nightie. That is for sleeping in. During the day you'll
be dressed in slave-girl clothes or kept naked." He put his face
close to hers. "Take it off now my little sex-toy!"

The small girl obeyed, tears running as she pulled the nightie
off over her head and folded it neatly. The men smiled. Her
smooth young pussy was lily white again, all traces of her
whipping having disappeared. On their command, she turned round
and bent forward. Tim whistled. All the marks on her buttocks had
vanished.

"Stand up and face me!" Tim ordered. The girl obeyed nervously.
"Now listen very carefully" he continued. "You're going to be
here for two weeks. After that we'll let you go. You learned
yesterday how we expect you to behave. Today you will be tested.
You'll be fed well. We won't put a gag in your mouth and we won't
use the separating rod on your legs. You'll wear a collar, wrist
and ankle straps but you will only be tied if we think it
necessary. You will never speak unless spoken to. He paused to
see if she was taking it all in. "In return you will be totally
obedient, accept all your punishments without making a fuss and
do your best to keep us very happy indeed!" He rubbed the front
of his trousers suggestively to be sure she'd got the message.
"If we don't think you're making an effort, we'll have to start
the training all over again. Understand?"

Sally blinked through her tears. She thought she understood. She
would try, really! "Y..yes thank you sir" she replied in a sweet
little voice.

"Good! Well, perhaps we can now get down to business" said Tim
briskly. "For not tidying up correctly, I think your bottom
deserves twelve slaps with this paddle here. Do you agree?" Sally
looked at the large paddle with horror. She felt sick. "Y..yes
sir, thank you sir" she replied quietly. "Well then, turn round
and touch your toes! I haven't got all day. Right over- go on!
Grip your ankles tight and keep that bottom still!"

David's heart pounded as the girl obeyed. Her plump bottom seemed
to fill the room. Tim tapped her thighs making her open her legs
more, then handed the paddle to David. "Six each?" David laughed
and raised the paddle over her left buttock. The sharp crack
rebounded around the room. He waited a few seconds and slapped
her right buttock. Sally screamed. "Better stay in position" Tim
warned in icy tones. "Let go of those ankles or wriggle too much
and your bottom won't be the only thing we punish!"

Sally bit her lip and tried not to move. After the sixth slap,
David gave the paddle back to Tim. They looked at the light red
marks across the girl's buttocks. "I think I can do a bit better
than that" whispered Tim, patting her thigh. Sally cried out with
each slap but managed to stay in position. Yes, it was painful,
but…but she seemed to be getting used to the pain a bit more.
Perhaps, perhaps she'd be able to be as obedient as they wanted.
Six slaps later Tim ordered the girl up.

"Okay, stop crying girl! That was nothing-and you know it! Stop
rubbing your bottom better-that's not allowed!" He allowed a few
seconds for the girl to compose herself, then addressed her
again. "I hope that you've learned your lesson. I expect you to
keep everything here clean and tidy at all times."

He cleared his throat and winked at David. "As I said, one of
your duties is to keep us happy. You seem to be a clever little
girl, so I'm sure you know what that means." They smiled as they
saw the girl look at the bulge in Tim's trousers. "Yes, that's
right" continued Tim, trying not to laugh. "Our cocks need
milking at least three times a day and that's your job!" Sally
felt sick. Having one of those things in her bum was bad enough,
but at least she only had to stay still. Having to suck one till
the cream came out was even worse.

Tim turned to his friend. "I know you like a bit of privacy so
I'll leave you to it for a while. Fifteen minutes be okay?" David
nodded and Tim went out, shutting the cell door. For a while
there was silence. David sighed and ran his hand across the
girl's cheek. Sitting on the bed, he held the little ten year old
by the waist. She looked at him tearfully. What was he going to
make her do? She tried to tell herself to calm down. After all,
the other man was far worse. This man was not nearly as cruel.

David pulled her close to him and kissed her tear-stained cheek.
Running his finger over her tiny immature nipples, he was
delighted to see them stiffen. He smiled. "You're a very pretty
little girl you know. A very pretty and sexy little girl!" He
held her neck gently and kissed her on the mouth. His other hand
moved down her back and explored her soft buttocks. He kissed her
again, his tongue slowly pressing between her lips. "Open your
mouth little one!" Sally obeyed, still scared, but reassured by
his gentleness. His tongue explored hers. Letting his hand move
lower, he gently eased it between her legs and probed her young
pussy. He felt his cock stiffen even more. The effect of David's
tongue and the soft caressing of her pussy was overwhelming.
Sally felt a familiar tingling emanating from between her legs.
Without realising it, she opened her legs slightly as if inviting
him to explore further. David probed deeper between her pussy
lips and was surprised to feel it getting wet. Only ten years old
she may be, but her pussy was just begging for a hard cock.

"Go down on your knees, and lower my trousers and pants please"
Sally's eyes opened wide at his polite words. Her trembling hands
undid his belt and dragged his trousers down to his ankles. She
gazed at the bulge in his underpants. How could men walk around
with such large things between their legs? Carefully, she pulled
his pants down and swallowed nervously. Should she? Perhaps he'd
be pleased if she did something without being told. After all,
this man's thing wasn't as big as the other man's.

David watched the small girl open her mouth and catch the tip of
his stiff penis between her lips. He stroked her hair softly as
she teased his glans with her tongue. Please let him be happy!
She was doing it so very carefully. Surely he must enjoy it!

"Hey, hang on a bit!" Sally looked up worried. "You don't have
your hands tied like yesterday, so you might as well use them" he
explained, guiding his cock back to her wet mouth. "Tickle my
balls with the tips of your fingers-that's right. Use one hand to
rub my cock here-good girl. Now keep doing that with your mouth!"

David leant back. This was pure ecstasy! Far better when she used
her little hands as well. Her fingers found a particularly
sensitive spot on his balls. "Yes-just there!" he whispered, his
voice shaking. "Keep your fingers there. Now faster- faster!"
Sally felt his penis swell in her mouth and sucked hard, her
other hand rubbing the shaft faster. Her mouth suddenly filled
with warm sticky liquid which she swallowed effortlessly. After
coping with the other master's huge thing, this man's was
easy-almost enjoyable, she thought. Her tongue massaged his
glans, coaxing more fluid out. The man's penis started to get
softer. Deftly, she released the tip and held it in her hand,
checking for any lost drops of fluid before teasing it with her
tongue.

David sat up and watched the girl continue to caress his balls
and cock. "Okay, that's enough" he said, standing her up. Pulling
his trousers up, he held the girl close and kissed her again, one
hand holding her bottom. He parted her buttocks and felt her
small bum-hole contract as he touched it. "I hope that butt-plug
I put in stretched your arse a bit more" he said, pushing his
finger inside her. "The other master wants to use it today."

Sally just had time to take this in as the door opened and Tim
entered. "How was she?" he asked, looking at the small naked girl
in David's arms. "Bloody marvellous!" David replied, gently
squeezing the girls buttocks. Tim looked at little disappointed,
having hoped for another excuse to paddle the girl's plump rear.
"Mind if I use her now?" Tim asked, already lowering his
trousers. David laughed and stood up. "Be my guest." He pulled a
chair to one side and sat down to watch. Whereas he appreciated
privacy when using the girl, Tim seemed to enjoy an audience.

Sally slipped his pants down as ordered and took the end of his
enormous cock in her mouth, desperate to please. She had to be
careful with this one. Her hand shook as she held his long penis,
trying so hard to do everything right. Tim watched her for a
minute, enjoying the attention. "That's right – get it nice and
stiff for me" he said, guiding her small hand to his balls. A few
seconds later, the girl was surprised when he ordered her up. "On
the bed-all fours-head down, bum up!" Sally's eyes filled with
tears as she realised what he meant to do. How could he put his
big thing in her bottom?

The men watched her carefully as she stuck her bum up. "Wiggle it
a bit for me!" ordered Tim, grinning cruelly. "I want to see you
flirting." Sally moved her waist from side to side. Tim parted
her buttocks and spread cream liberally over her bum-hole,
pushing some deep inside. He felt between her legs. "Well well,
what do we have here?" he asked menacingly, feeling between her
pussy lips. "You are a hot little girl aren't you. I can se that
one pussy whipping clearly wasn't enough!"

Sally barely had time to consider the significance of this. Tim
was already pushing his cock against her bum-hole. "Come on now,
just relax. Let it in-you know you're dying to have your arse
fucked again." Sally screamed as the first few inches slid
painfully into her young anus. It was going to tear her in half
surely! She grabbed the bed clothes as hard as she could and
stuffed a handful in her mouth. Please no more! She couldn't take
it!

Tim laughed and slapped her thigh playfully. "You are enjoying it
really aren't you. Just playing hard-to-get as usual!" He gave
her a few seconds to get used to the feeling, then pushed hard
again. "Bloody hell, you've a tight arse" he exclaimed, breathing
heavily. "I don't think you can take everything till you've had
it stretched a bit more." The girl's muffled screams made him
laugh again. Holding her waist hard, he pumped away for a minute
till suddenly pulling her back onto his cock as hard as he could.
His hands and legs shook as he came deep inside her. "Fuck
me-that was good!" he said, wiping sweat from his face. "Now turn
round and lick me clean!" He pulled his softening penis out and
watched as the girl turned round slowly and started to suck the
end. Tears dropped from her red face to the bed. Tim stroked her
hair as she licked his cock. "I think you need a bigger butt-plug
in when you go to bed tonight" he said quietly. "Tomorrow morning
I'll give you another chance. If I can't get my cock in all the
way, I'll cane your little bum-hole till I can!" He saw David
grinning. Punishing the girl on her anus was one of the things
they'd discussed last night, David having gone into great detail
about how to keep her buttocks spread during the punishment. Tim
chuckled. Now that was something to look forward to!

He pulled his trousers back up and told the girl to get off the
bed and stand up straight. Sally obeyed, fighting the urge to
explore her sore and aching rear. Her bum-hole was red hot and it
felt like it had been torn in half.

"It's clear that you require more training in how to behave when
servicing your masters" Tim said, examining the small girl. "Your
pussy is obviously begging for attention so I think we need to
examine it in more detail today." He smiled at the look in the
girl's eyes. "You may be only ten years old but by tomorrow I
want to be able to fuck you properly!" Sally looked confused. His
thing-in there?

His voice lowered slightly. "There is another, rather serious
matter to attend to." He paused and looked at David. "Your other
master here told me that last night you talked without
permission." Sally looked at Tim, then David, feeling suddenly
very cold. No, please not that, please..

"Such flagrant disobedience must be dealt with in the appropriate
manner and I think in this case you deserve a hard caning." He
looked with delight at the little girl before him, a look of
absolute terror in her eyes. "We're going to have a coffee now
and we'll be back at exactly eleven o'clock" He looked at the
clock on the cell wall. "When we arrive I want to see you in the
main room, in position over the table-as you were yesterday. I've
already put the cane there that I want to use, but I want to see
it gripped firmly between your buttocks all ready for me." He
lowered his voice and put his face a few inches from hers.
"You'll be on your toes, your front flat on the table, legs
apart, bum lifted up high. Any hesitation, any sign of
disobedience and you know where else I'll be using the cane!"

The men left, leaving the girl looking after them, hardly
believing what she'd heard. For a while she looked at the closed
door, then, falling to her knees, she burst into tears again and
cried her eyes out. Why were they doing this? She'd tried hard to
please them, she really had. It wasn't fair. She'd done
everything they'd asked. All because she'd said a few words last
night. Why couldn't she have kept her mouth shut. Now she was
going to get that awful cane on her bottom again and it hurt more
than the paddle. She vowed she'd never break the rules again. She
must try harder-she must!

The clock was blurred by all the tears but she could see it was
almost eleven. How long had she been crying like this? Still
sobbing, she walked into the main room and over to the table. A
wicked looking cane was lying there. It seemed longer than the
one yesterday. She took it in her trembling hands and ran her
finger along its length and round the curved handle. What was she
supposed to do? Gingerly, she pressed it hard between her
buttocks, the pain from her sore anus making her wince. She
clenched them tightly and bent over the table. The cane fell on
the floor. Panicking now, she picked it up and waited until she
was over the table before pushing it hard between her buttocks.
She heard the men coming down the stairs and clenched her bottom
as hard as she could , trying not to drop the cane.

"Oh, look at that!" David exclaimed, examining the girl in
amazement. "What a beautiful sight!" At that second, the cane
slipped out and fell on the floor again. Tim laughed. He knew
very well that the oil he'd rubbed on the cane and the girl's
lubricated anus would make the cane slippery, but he wasn't about
to tell the girl that.

"Don't move!" he ordered, picking up the cane and surveying the
girl's large backside with pleasure. "You obviously can't be
trusted with even simple tasks like this. Since your bottom seems
to be so difficult to control, I think it deserves an extra
punishment-don't you think?" He saw David nodding
enthusiastically. Tim poked the girl's glistening anus with the
end of the cane. "After lunch, that naughty little hole will get
what it deserves-a good hard strapping all of its own!"

Remembering what he was supposed to be doing he tapped the girl's
plump bottom with the cane and addressed her in a more serious
tone. "You know why you have to be punished. You're going to
receive between six and twelve strokes for blatant disobedience.
You will stay in position, on your toes and sticking your bum out
as far as you can. If you can take the first six in silence, I'll
let you off the rest."

Sally gripped the far edge of the table, her heart pounding.
She'd take it without crying-she had to! Only six strokes.
Perhaps he'd be quick She wasn't sure what he meant about
strapping her hole. She'd tried so hard to hold the cane between
her bottom cheeks. Was he really going to punish her for that?
She felt the man tap her bottom and grit her teeth. Please let
her take the six without making a noise- please!

David watched, mesmerised, as his friend adjusted the girl's
position until he was happy with it. The first stroke was harder
than any he'd given the day before, and he saw the little girl's
plump buttocks gyrate as she sought to cope with the pain. Her
fingers scratched the edge of the table frantically. She wouldn't
scream. She mustn't! Swish-crack! The second stroke caught the
top her legs and she moaned as the excruciating pain wracked her
body. The third and fourth strokes followed swiftly. The men
watched in amusement as the little girl writhed, her buttocks
clenching and unclenching rapidly. David looked at her face
closely and laughed when he saw her teeth gritted, face screwed
up in preparation for the next stroke.

The fifth and sixth were the hardest yet. Sally thought the cane
must be slicing right into her, the pain was unbearable. She bit
her lip hard determined not to make a sound. That was six, wasn't
it? Please no more-please! She'd taken them without crying out.
Wasn't that good enough?

"Get up girl!" she heard Tim order. She straightened and turned,
tears flowing, her face still screwed up in agony, arms by side.
"If I see you trying to rub your bottom, you'll get another six
like that!" he said angrily. Secretly, Tim was rather annoyed
that she hadn't made a noise. He did so enjoy thrashing her.

She was ordered to bend over while David spread some cream over
the red weals. Tim laughed. "Should all be gone by tomorrow -
just in time for another dose!" David ran his finger gently along
a particularly nasty stripe at the top of the girl's legs, making
her wince. "Okay, all done now" he said softly. "You took your
beating very well. I'm proud of you."

Tim coughed. "Okay, let's move on shall we?" He walked over to a
shelf. "Here girl!" Sally followed on tip toes grimacing as each
step wobbled her sore backside. "Lunch will be in just over one
hour" continued Tim. "In that time we want you to dust and clean
every inch of the rooms down here. Rags, brushes and buckets are
over there. You know where the water is." He picked something off
the shelf and winked at David. Sally looked at the red rubber
object in his hand. It looked a bit like the awful butt-plug,
only smaller and with a strange curved knob at one end. Where on
earth was he going to put that?

"This is an important part of your training" he continued,
applying a small amount of cream to the object as he spoke. "Open
your legs wide and bend your knees!"

Conscious now of the necessity of obeying orders quickly, Sally
did as he said. Tim put some cream on his fingers and crouched
down. The girl jumped as she felt him touch her pussy. She looked
down anxiously. She wasn't wet, she was sure! Carefully, he
pushed the cream inside, stopping only when he saw her muscles
contract with pain. He didn't want to hurt her there-well not
just yet.

"This just slips inside-like so" he said, sliding in the red
vibrator. Sally's eyes filled with tears. Something was going
inside her pussy. Please don't let it go too far- please. There
was a sudden pain as the man pushed it right in. Sally bit her
lip, trying not to scream. "Good girl, it's all in" she heard the
man say. "Now we just have to turn it on-like so."

Sally felt him press the end of the small vibrator. Such was her
terror that for a few seconds she didn't even notice the device
had started humming. Her eyes opened wide.

"Thought that would surprise you" Tim said, laughing. "It's one
of the smallest clitoris stimulators I could find." David cleared
his throat. "Let's not forget about how we plan to keep it in" he
reminded Tim, gazing at the small girl's confused expression.

"Oh no, I nearly forgot" said Tim, picking up two large telephone
directories. "Open you legs a little wider-that's right"
Carefully he pushed the two heavy books up between her thighs
until they were actually pushing against her pussy. "Now I want
you to keep your thighs pressed tight together, holding these
books in place. Go on do it!"

Sally closed her legs and gripped the books tightly between her
thighs. It felt so strange. How long would she be able to keep
them in place. She pressed a little tighter and shivered. It
seemed to make the thing inside her was buzz even more. Seeing
Tim glance down, she quickly raised herself onto her tip toes
again. "Good, now you're to stay like this while you clean the
rooms." He pointed to the small security cameras in the ceiling.
"We'll be able to see everything that happens. Every time you let
the books fall, you get one stroke of the cane on your backside.
For every bit of dirt or dust we find, you get the strap on your
bum-hole." Sally looked at him, not sure what exactly he meant.
The men left the room. Sally heard the key turn and the fading
sound of their footsteps. For a while the young girl gazed after
them as though having imagined it. Turning, she looked around the
room, then at the things they'd left for her. Relaxing her legs
slightly she felt the books slip down onto the floor. She burst
into tears and hurriedly stuffed them hard between her thighs.
Her buttocks throbbed in sympathy at the realisation of what that
meant. She hadn't even started cleaning and already had one
stroke owing to her!

Carefully she hobbled over to the table. How on earth was she
meant to clean everywhere in one hour while walking like this?
Her tears of frustration continued for another minute. It could
be worse. At least they hadn't put the separating rod between her
legs or tied her hands behind her back! She took one of the rags
and leant against the table. The tingling in her pussy continued
and she pressed her thighs together a little harder. Oh that was
nice-really nice! She'd get the water in a second-just a few more
seconds…

Upstairs, David and Tim eat their lunch in the living room, their
eyes glued to the television, following the girl's every move. "I
told you that vibrator was a good idea" said David, watching
carefully as the girl held the table, her body shaking as she
came. Tim laughed, spitting crumbs everywhere. He grinned as he
saw the books fall to the floor for a second time. "That's
it-keep it up girl!" he muttered, thinking of the caning he was
going to give her.

After about one hour, the pad on David's knee made interesting
reading. "Well, according to my notes, she's had three orgasms
and dropped the books fifteen times." Tim nodded. "Plus, she
hasn't even started cleaning the other rooms. I think we're in
for a most entertaining afternoon!"

******

"Okay, you can get up. Don't dare try and rub your bottom!"
barked Tim, placing the cane back on the table. Sally stood up
slowly, her buttocks on fire, tears running down her naked body
and falling on the floor.

The fifteen strokes had been delivered very slowly, giving the
little girl time to prepare for the next one. If the truth were
known, Tim had caned the girl rather lightly. They didn't want
her skin to be too bruised. One of the pleasures of inflicting
punishment was the sight of a smooth light pink posterior
sticking up before them. The steroid cream they used on her skin
was effective enough on reddened skin and worked in less than
twenty hours, but would have been no good on heavy bruising.

David laughed. The girl had immediately gone onto her tip toes.
Good! She was learning. She looked at the ground, trying not to
squirm with pain. Why were they doing this? She felt the weals at
the top of her thighs throbbing. She'd tried so hard, really she
had. If only that thing inside her had stopped for a while. She
looked at the small vibrator, now back on the shelf. It had been
strange though. Part of her longed for more. If only….

Tim placed a plate of bread on the table and poured her some
water. "You've got five minutes for lunch. Eat!"

Her hands shook as she crammed the last few crumbs into her
mouth. The saw the men watching her intently. Her eyes were drawn
to the front of their trousers. The food suddenly tasted very
dry. Their things were pushing the front of their trousers right
out. She knew what that meant! Tim saw where she was looking and
laughed as he unzipped himself. ""That's right", he said cruelly.
"Time for dessert!"

Twenty minutes later she licked the last of David's cream from
his cock and waited to be allowed up. She felt his hand stroke
her hair. The door opened and Tim carried in a small television.

"Right girl, come here!" he ordered brusquely. She walked over
gingerly, her buttocks smarting with each step.

"We've decided to postpone your other punishments till this
evening." He said, enjoying the look of fear in her eyes.
"Obviously your pussy requires further investigation and your
bum-hole has to be punished." He paused. "We're going to the
beach for the afternoon and while we're gone, you're going to be
kept busy."

He pointed to the television and two cassettes lying next to it.
"The television has a slot at the bottom for the tapes. You watch
the first cassette at least two times. When you've finished, you
get on your bed and switch the camera on. Come on I'll show you."

He watched with amusement as she hobbled after him back to her
bedroom. He placed the television on the table and plugged it in.
At the foot of the bed was a video camera on a tripod. Briefly,
he demonstrated how to press the record button. "You do exactly
what the woman on the video does" he explained. "You'll need
these." Sally's eyes widened as he picked up a vibrator and large
dildo lying next to the bed. "Yes, I know they're bigger than the
others, but you have to use them both, or you'll be punished!"

He smeared both liberally with lubricant. "You look at the
camera, smile, act sexy, and make sure the camera sees you
pushing them all the way in. You continue until the red light on
the camera goes off. You have to act exactly the same as the
woman- smile when she does, and make the same noises." He paused
and licked his lips. "For your sake, I hope you're a good
actress!"

Picking up the second cassette, he pointed to a small pile of
clothes on the floor. "You have a shower, watch the second video
a few times and put these clothes on." He looked at the clock.
"There's some lipstick and make-up for you as well. We'll be back
around six and expect to find you on the bed waiting. You behave
just like the girl on the film and be ready to look and do
exactly the same as she does." He grinned. "And I mean exactly!
If you want to avoid the cane on your pussy tonight, I advise you
to try very hard indeed!"

Sally gazed after the men as they left, the heavy door slamming
shut, then the sound of their footsteps as they went upstairs.
She sat on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes. The tears
flowed and she gripped the bedclothes as if the sheer force of
her hands could somehow take her back to the real world. Please
let it stop! Please! Let it all be a dream! Realising this last
exhortation sounded horribly familiar, she blinked her eyes and
looked around her. The red standby light on the television caught
her eye.

Tim stretched his arms and reached for the suncream. He saw David
half asleep on the beach chair and nudged him. "Put some of this
on, you'll be as red as a beetroot if you're not careful!" The
beach was packed. David took the cream and gave a low whistle.
Tim followed his gaze. Only a few metres in front of them, two
little girls were on their hands and knees, busy digging a hole
in the sand, cute backsides in the air, stretching their thin
swimming costumes. Tim laughed. "You know, Dave, I'm missing our
little slave girl already!"

Sally writhed on the bed, rubbing the dildo over her tummy, then
down to her thigh. Biting her lip, she looked straight at the
camera and tried to smile. She knew what she had to do now. The
dildo felt so big. Please let it go in easily, please! Opening
her legs wider, she moved a little to the left. Letting her head
fall back, she stroked her tiny nipples and rubbed the dildo
against her pussy, making a sound she hoped was similar to the
woman on the film. Her hand shook.

The young girl in the red thong ran past them for a third time.
Dave looked at Tim and chuckled as his friend followed his lead
and placed a small towel on his lap to hide the erection begging
for attention. He looked at his watch. "How about a cold beer,
then go home?" he suggested. Tim grunted his agreement. The girl
suddenly stopped directly in front of him and bent over to pick
up a shell. Tim groaned. "I think I need a bigger towel Dave!"

Sally stuck her rear end up higher and swayed from side to side.
Her face, now hidden from the camera was blotchy from crying. The
dildo had been painful. The woman on the film had pushed hers all
the way in. Sally gripped the bedclothes. She'd only managed to
get hers in halfway. It wasn't fair-it just wasn't fair! Surely
the men wouldn't punish her too much-would they? She had tried so
hard, but it was just too painful. She'd try and make up for it
now. Keeping the large butt-plug tightly in her right hand, she
started to push it between her buttocks and into her tight little
anus. It felt so horrible! A sob escaped her lips as she pushed
harder. In a bit more-just a bit more-please! The butt-plug was
still only halfway in. Sally grimaced as she pushed again, the
widest part of the plug stretching her bum-hole more than ever.
She couldn't do it, it was just impossible. Perhaps in a minute.
Gathering all her strength, she widened her legs and prepared to
p ush again. Suddenly she heard a beeping sound and looked round
at the camera. The red light had gone off. She was too late!

Tim and Dave watched spellbound as a small group of naked girls
ran past them for the third time, playing some infantile version
of catch. One of them turned and glanced for a second straight at
the men, her hand on her pussy. To her eyes, just two men,
probably fast asleep. Two pairs of eyes followed her every move,
well hidden behind sunglasses. "You know Dave" whispered Tim,
without turning his head. "I think we really should have two
slave-girls. How about it?" David yawned. "Good idea" he replied
after a brief pause. As if reading his friend's mind, he
continued hurriedly. "Not now of course! Perhaps next year.
Properly planned, everything thought through in detail, no trail
left to follow…" Tim sighed. He knew his friend well enough by
now to appreciate his logical train of thought and meticulous
attention to detail. Dave was right of course, but he was
determined that next time they'd have double the pleasure!

Sally watched the film again. She'd showered as instructed and
had sat on the bed to watch the second cassette. It wasn't long,
only fifteen minutes at the most. Her eyes were riveted on the
woman, or more precisely, what the woman was doing with her
mouth. One minute later and the woman was doing something else.
For the second time, Sally's eyes widened in a mixture of horror
and fascination. The woman seemed to be enjoying it. The man's
thing was going right inside her private hole-her pussy! Sally
shivered and instinctively put her hand on her soft pubic mound.
Looking round she saw the strange clothes the man had left on the
chair. She had to put them on and get ready for her masters.
She'd try so hard to do it right-she had to. Part of her brain
tried to tell her it was hopeless, there was no way the man's
thing could go inside her, but that was something she didn't want
to even think about – for the moment.

Coming back in the car they'd agreed that David should use the
girl first, while Tim had a look at the recording the girl was
supposed to have made. Entering the girl's room, they both stood
transfixed by the spectacle awaiting them. The little girl was
sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously staring at the floor.
David chuckled. It had been his idea to leave her a simple
drawing of how to wear the clothes, and she'd obviously followed
the instructions well. Her immature breasts were hidden in a thin
white lace bra. From the waist, a short white skirt, then thin
stockings. David lifted her chin gently. A bit of rouge on her
cheeks, red lipstick. The girl swallowed and licked her lips,
trying hard to look like the woman in the film.

"Right, I'll leave you two love birds alone for a while" said
Tim, grinning, picking up the video camera. "I think I'll just go
and watch this." He winked at David. "Call me when it's my turn."

David watched the door close and sat on the bed. The girl rose
and stood in front of him. She had to do what the woman did in
the film. She must! Slowly, she removed her small bra. Taking his
left hand in hers, she placed it against her right breast- or at
least the bud that would one day grow into a breast.

Her lips touched his and she ran her tongue awkwardly between
them. David stroked her hair gently, his hand coaxing her young
nipples until they hardened. His pulse quickened. His penis was
pushing his swimming trunks out like a tent. "Skirt and stockings
off!" he ordered, pulling off his trunks. A shower of sand fell
to the floor. Carefully, the nervous girl removed her suspenders,
then her girdle, stockings and skirt. Remembering how the woman
had done it, she turned and bent over to place them on the floor
sticking her bum up as high as she could and wiggling her hips.
David exhaled sharply at the sight of the young girl clad only in
a tight thong.

"I think that bottom of yours needs a good spanking-don't you?"
he asked, as she stood up. Sally tried to smile. "Oh yes please
sir. Please spank me sir!" The woman in the film had enjoyed it,
she remembered. How could anyone enjoy being spanked? The man
pulled her gently across his lap. A tear fell from her eye. She
felt him caress her buttocks, then pull her cheeks apart. Her
thong was pulled to one side. A finger stroked her anus and she
flinched. Almost imperceptibly, he started to spank her, very
softly at first, then slowly becoming harder. Something hard was
sticking into her tummy. She could guess what that was!

David sighed with satisfaction at the large red posterior on his
lap. "Just a few hard ones now" he said, stroking her buttocks
lovingly. "I don't want to hear a sound from you-or we'll
continue with the paddle!" Sally grit her teeth as he spanked her
much harder. The slaps reverberated round the room. Then it was
over. He lifted her off his lap and looked at her tight thong,
digging into her pussy. "I think we can take that off now."
Standing meekly to attention she tried not to tremble as he slid
it down and off. Her eyes fell on his stiff penis pointing
straight at her and she swallowed.

Lying down on the bed, David waited. The girl hesitated for a
second before slowly climbing on top, facing the bottom of the
bed and placing her knees each side of his head. Strong hands
gripped her thighs and pushed them further apart.. She felt the
man hold her bottom and pull it back slightly. Suddenly, she
jumped. He was kissing her-there! A tongue brushed her pussy lips
and Sally gasped as if electrocuted. Aware of what she was meant
to be doing, she lay down over his body and took his penis in her
hand. David altered his position slightly. In a second she had it
in her hot mouth, teasing the end, while her fingers ran along
the shaft, then circled his balls.

His tongue darted rhythmically over her little clitoris and he
felt the girl's breathing get faster. Her mouth teased his
throbbing cock and he felt himself getting close to climax. No,
not yet, he thought, lifting her thighs to one side. On his
command, the girl changed her position and straddled his hips,
facing him. She gasped as the man's strong hands held her waist.
His penis touched her pussy and she froze. David surveyed the
scared little girl and smiled. "You know what to do, don't you!"
he whispered, pushing his swollen member against her glistening
pussy lips. "Lower yourself onto it nice and slowly and move up
and down." He saw the fear in her eyes and sighed. "I can assure
you it won't hurt as much as the cane and that's just what you'll
get on that sticky little pussy of yours if you don't take my
cock in all the way!"

The reminder of a caning on her pussy did the trick and he closed
his eyes as the little girl lowered herself carefully onto his
stiff cock. Two inches disappeared inside her and he groaned with
pleasure. Sally bit her lip and whimpered quietly. She moved her
hips up and down, trying to ease more of the man's penis inside
her tight vagina. David felt himself very close to orgasm, but
was determined to come only when deep inside. Gripping her hips,
he pulled her down hard, thrusting himself up between her legs.
Sally screamed with pain as his cock penetrated deeper, tearing
her delicate hymen and stretching the narrow preteen vagina.
Oblivious to her screams, he thrust up again and again till his
cock was fully inside her. Pulling her down hard, he shook with
ecstasy as orgasm gripped his body, his semen shooting deep into
her. He felt her tears dropping on his stomach and wiped her eyes
with his hand. "Hey, it's all over-I've finished" he said,
stroking her cheek. "You've just had your very first real fuck!"
He laughed at the look on her face. "Now, suck me clean, then go
and have a quick shower!"

He closed his eyes again as the girl licked and sucked his penis,
her tears falling all over his groin. Pulling up his trunks, he
grunted with satisfaction. That had been good – very good!

The exhausted girl walked gingerly to the shower, her hand
pressed hard against her pubic area. What had he done to her? It
had been so painful-like something tearing her up inside. Please,
no more, please – oh please just let her rest! Hearing the man's
order to be quick, she returned in a few minutes and stood still
while he dressed her again in the same clothes. "My, you look
sexy!" he said when he'd finished. "Now wait here on the bed
while I go and tell the other master you're ready for him."

Sally's face turned white. The other man was going to…. Was going
to …do it to her? The room spun as she looked up in terror. That
horrible man and his enormous…thing? How would she be able…how
would it fit inside her…how…? David grinned. "You don't want to
leave him out surely?" he asked in mock astonishment. "You know
how much he's been looking forward to fucking you. I think you
should be grateful he's showing so much interest in that hot
little pussy of yours!" He paused at the door and winked at her.
"If you really want to put him in a good mood, why don't you ask
him very nicely to cane you first? You know he likes that, and
perhaps he'll be easier on you if he sees you making an effort."

Sally stood immobile as the door closed, numb with shock.
Blinking her eyes, as if just woken from a dream, she went
through to the main room, picked up the cane from the table and
brought it back into her bedroom. She laid it gingerly on the bed
and sat down to wait. She didn't have to wait long.

"Well, are we going to thrash her bum-hole or not?" asked David,
pouring the last of the wine into Tim's glass. Tim grinned at his
friend and nodded. "Of course" he answered, wiping his mouth. He
switched on the close circuit television. "Just let her finish
cleaning the shower and we'll go and start."

It was two hours since Tim had fucked the little girl and he was
still joking about it. "I must say it was a nice surprise when
she asked me to cane her" he said, licking his lips. "Really put
me in the mood!" He laughed. "Shame I wasn't able to get my cock
in all the way, but she was most apologetic and promised she'd
try harder next time." He laughed again, remembering how she'd
screamed. "Good thing is, she seems to have finally realised just
what we want from her. I think she'll accept her punishments a
little more readily now. She knows she failed her film test and I
left her in no doubt of the consequences. She begged me to let
her try again tomorrow. Shall we?" David nodded. "Good idea" he
muttered, watching the girl on the screen. "We'll have to think
of something a bit different this time." Tim chuckled. "I can't
wait to see what you've got in mind!"

In the basement, Sally finished polishing the chrome taps in the
shower and quickly took the cloth back to the bucket in the
corner. Without stopping for an instant, she turned to the
collection of straps and whips on the table and started wiping
them carefully with another rag. Every few seconds she dipped the
rag in a small tub of oil that the men had said was important for
protecting the leather. She glanced nervously at the camera in
the corner. The men had given her clear instructions that she was
not to stop working for one second. She felt sure they were
watching even now and pushed herself up more on her toes. She had
to be obedient. She had to do whatever they said-anything to stop
them hurting her too much!

The small white cotton thing they'd put in her pussy felt as if
it was going to fall out. She didn't dare touch it herself!
They'd said it was there to soak up the blood and the steroid
cream they'd pushed up there. She looked down and stifled a sob.
That was another thing. They'd said they were getting tired of
her incessant crying and would give her even more to cry about if
she didn't stop.

Gingerly she picked up a thin riding whip and started to wipe the
soft strip of leather at the end. The men had shown her this just
before they left. She knew she'd be feeling this on her bum-hole
very soon. A few of the whips and canes, she'd never seen before
and she swallowed nervously as she wondered where the men
intended to use them.

The door opened and the men entered. She saw David was carrying a
small bag and she shivered. What now? Please no more dildos! She
opened her legs wider, hoping to please them.

Tim laughed and pointed to a small vaulting horse standing amid a
pile of old sports equipment. "Bring that over here girl!" Sally
obeyed without hesitation. The men watched her in amusement as
she dragged the heavy piece of equipment to the middle of the
room, taking care to remain on her toes all the time.

"I'm sure you remember what we said earlier" announced Tim,
smiling cruelly. "What are we going to do now?"

Sally bowed her head and tried hard not to cry. "Punish my bottom
hole sir" a small voice whispered. "Yes" said Tim picking up the
riding whip and flexing it in his hands. "The problem is, we're
not sure of the best position to put you in. I had thought of
using the same position for your pussy whippings, but your other
master here thinks that you should lie over this so your bum-hole
is presented at the correct angle." Tim's eyes narrowed. "You do
agree that your bum-hole needs thrashing-don't you?"

Sally bit her lip. She wanted desperately to sob and plead with
the men to leave her alone. What could she do-really?

"Y..yes sir" she replied after a few seconds.

"What?"

"M..my bum-hole needs thrashing sir" Tim nodded. "Good girl." He
pointed to the vaulting horse. "Over you go!"

Sally leant over the old vaulting horse. The smell of the padded
leather top was strong. "No, right over!" she heard Tim order.
David gently held her waist and lifted her over until her feet
were off the ground. "Just got to get your bottom in the right
position" he whispered, patting her left buttock.

Tim watched as his friend positioned the girl so her bum was
sticking up. A long belt was used to secure the girl to the
horse. Sally sobbed quietly as he pulled her legs wide apart,
tying her ankles to the thick wooden legs.

Pausing for a second to admire the view, David opened the bag
he'd brought and took out a collection of cords and different
types of adhesive tape. "Reckon the surgical tape should be the
best" he muttered, cutting long strips.

Tim had to hold the cords along the edge of the girl's buttocks
while David stuck them firmly in place with the tape. The cords
stuck on each buttock were then attached to a metal ring on each
side and given to the girl to hold.

"There you are!" announced David triumphantly. "She pulls the
rings down and the cords pull her buttocks apart. "Go on girl,
pull them down more!"

Sally grasped each ring and pushed them down in front of her. The
tape held and she moaned in embarrassment as her bum cheeks were
pulled apart. She felt the air wafting over her bum hole.

"A bit more!" Tim ordered. He ran his finger over her puckered
little anus and laughed as she flinched. He explored the newly
uncovered area between her buttocks. "I had no idea you were
hiding so much from us!" he said jokingly.

The blood soaked tampon suddenly fell from her pussy. He picked
it up and threw it in the bin. "I didn't give you permission to
get rid of that yet!" he said menacingly, winking at David. He
paused and stroked her pussy lips gently. "I think we'll have to
try this for your pussy whipping as well" he continued, examining
her privates closely. "I'm sure we can pull those pussy lips
apart as well."

Sally sobbed as his finger explored every crevice. What had he
said about her pussy? She tried not to cry out as his finger
pushed deeper. Suddenly he removed his hand and she felt the tip
of the cruel riding whip tapping her anus. For a few seconds
there was silence. The whip was raised. She waited, her sweaty
hands holding the two rings tightly. The men watched her puckered
anus twitch as if impatient for the punishment to start.

The first stroke landed right on target and the little girl
screamed as the leather tip seared her bumhole. Her hips writhed
as the pain spread through her body. This was awful! Nerves that
had never been stimulated suddenly found their dark environment
invaded. Tim laughed as she sought to control her gyrations.

He tapped her now-pink anus with the whip. "Keep still girl!
You've got five more to come!" He waited till the girl had
quietened down. The next four strokes landed on the newly exposed
flesh between her buttocks, turning it a bright red. David
chuckled. He checked the tape was still stuck firmly to her
buttocks and prodded her sweaty anus. "Come on, pull your cheeks
apart a bit more!" he ordered. He watched her shaking hands pull
the cords down. Tim raised the whip and slashed it down hard
right on top of her hole. The effect was electric! The men
watched fascinated as the little girl writhed in agony, her tight
anus opening and closing as if to waft itself cooler.
Sally had never believed that pain could emanate from such a
place. Her tears rolled down the vaulting horse and fell on the
floor. Part of her brain managed to keep the cords pulled down
tight. She hadn't been told yet that the punishment was over.

They allowed her a few minutes to calm down, their eyes following
every jerk, every spasm as they surveyed her sweaty body.
Eventually, Tim spoke. "Okay girl, you may stand."

Sally felt David untying her legs and slowly slid down off the
horse. Her bumhole felt red hot and she cried out as her feet
touched the ground. Remembering her orders, she immediately
raised herself onto her toes and moved her legs further apart.
The relief that this position afforded her was rather a surprise
and she spread her legs even further, relieved at the feel of air
between her buttocks.

Tim laughed. "Well, I must say, I'm rather pleased with this form
of punishment." He looked at David. "What do you think?" David
grinned. "Yes, I have to agree with you. The good thing is, all
the marks are hidden and her bum stays lily white!"

They both laughed. Her bum looked anything but white! Sally
stayed on her toes, her buttocks clenching and unclenching. She
desperately wanted to rub herself but didn't dare. Would they let
her rest now? Please let them leave her alone for a while.

"I do think though, that she should have the cane next time" said
Tim, his fingers running over the collection of implements. His
hand fell on a thin cane that looked familiar. Sally felt sick.
Wasn't that the cane he'd used on her pussy? Surely they wouldn't
do that again. Please don't let them…

Tim read her mind. "No, we're not going to cane your pussy now."
He looked at David and laughed. "We're saving that particular
pleasure for later." Then he looked at her seriously. "However,
although you've been punished for your bad behaviour earlier, you
haven't yet been disciplined for your poor performance in front
of the camera. Sally's anxious eyes followed him as he fetched
something from the cupboard. An old exercise mat. He quickly
unrolled it and set it down on the floor.

"Half an hour of running on the spot, followed by stretching
exercises. Come on girl, you need the exercise!" They watched
with amusement as the chubby ten year old started jogging, her
large buttocks and puppy fat wobbling up and down.

"We're going for a quick bite to eat but we'll be back in thirty
minute" said Tim. He pointed to the camera. "We'll be watching
you every second. You stop for a second or slow down, and it's
the nipple clamps for you!"

Sally watched them leave and wiped the tears from her eyes. What
were nipple clamps? A bead of sweat trickled down her cheek. At
least she'd avoided another whipping so it wasn't too bad, was
it? She glanced up at the camera and ran a bit faster. Mustn't
give them any excuse. Mustn't …She wiped the sweat away again.
She was panting now. Always one of the slowest girls in PE she
was decidedly unfit.

Tim watched the monitor and poured some more beer. "Look at
that!" he said, laughing. "Only twenty minutes and she's already
exhausted!" David looked at the naked little girl bouncing up and
down on the mat, small body glistening with sweat. "She's
definitely slowed down." he muttered. "Just as well. I can't wait
to try out some of those nipple clamps." Tim nodded and looked at
the small box they'd found in one of the cupboards. He picked up
a small plastic clamp. "Some of these look like clitoris clamps
to me" he said, turning it over in his hand. The ones with the
longer edges would be just right to use on her pussy lips!"
David's eyes widened. "Of course. Attach a thin cord and we can
use them to keep her pussy open for punishment!" Tim drained his
glass and looked at his watch. "Come on then."