JOSIE

BY YOCOPYCAT

The house was somewhat decayed, on a more than somewhat decayed
estate, and the child opened the door herself. She gazed at me in
astonishment, and I saw fear creep into her wide blue eyes as she
looked up at me. She had obviously not expected this.

"Go away!" she said, not at all convincingly. "I've been punished
already."

"I don't believe you," I said. "Anyway, I still want to talk to
your parents."

She tried to shut the door on me, but of course she did not have
the strength.

"Mum!" she shouted. "It's a man to see you!"

The woman who came down the stairs was washed out and gone to
seed, dejected and defeated by life. She looked too old to have a
daughter Josie's age, which I took to be around nine or ten. She
turned out to be eight, going on for nine.

"If you come for the rent," the woman said despairingly. "I ain't
got it."

"I came about your daughter," I said.

"What's the little brat done now?" she demanded, glaring at the
child. "If she broke something again, I can't pay, no way."

"I gave her a note for her father."

"What! What note?" She turned on the child. "What note, Josie?"

"I - I - l-lost it."

"She's lying," I said grimly. "It said she needed to be punished,
and she just told me on the doorstep that she had been punished
already and tried to send me away."

"The little brat! So what's this all about, then?"

"It's a matter of theft," I said. "She was stealing food at the
supermarket. I am a security guard. I said I would not report her
to the police if she took a note to her father to punish her."

"A good belting, you mean?" she said. "Sure, better than the
coppers, any day. She needs a belting anyway, the way she carries
on. You should see her school reports! Dead idle and a little
liar! She takes after her Dad, a right liar he was, but at least
he kept her under control. She's not mine you know, his before we
married, and what a bastard he turned out to be, and now I'm
saddled with her for my sins."

"Well, when will her Father be home? I have to see that she is
punished, or I must go to the police. Stealing is a very serious
matter."

"Trouble is," said the woman, "he's dead, poor sod. Drunk hi'self
to death a month or two back. Left me nothing but debts and his
little brat. Seems I'm legally responsible for her, like if she
steals and stuff, and she's nothing but trouble."

"Look's like it's the police, then," I said.

"Well couldn't you do it?" she asked. "If it's just a spanking -
we don't want no police around here, do we Josie?"

Josie shook her head reluctantly, tears in those big blue eyes.

"Well -"

"CORNER!" the woman shouted. There was a hesitation. The child
seemed shocked. "CORNER!" the woman shouted again, and this time
it worked. Josie scampered to the corner, and, to my amazement,
took off her panties and dropped them on the floor. Then she
faced into the corner and raised her skirt to her waist with both
hands, presenting us with a beautiful little bare bum.

The effect on me was instant. There was no concealing the bulge
in my trousers. The woman said nothing, but I am sure she now
correctly guessed the real reason for my visit. Maybe she was
already starting to wonder how to turn it to her advantage. I had
always intended to come, of course, hoping to see the child
punished. That is why I got the address - I originally said I
would post a letter, and I could see she was not scared of that,
she was confident of getting to the post first.

"Corner, that's what I told her when her father was around," said
the woman. "Made her wait in the corner till he was ready to
punish her. Worked wonders, it did, but since he died she's run
riot. I got enough on my hands without bothering with the likes
of her."

"Such an attractive child," I said. "It's a shame to see her
stealing and lying and disrespecting her mother." I walked over
to the corner and glanced at the woman as I patted that cute
little bottom, saw it flinch away from me. The woman just
shrugged. Maybe the trace of a wink? Anyway, I continued to
fondle that frightened little bottom.

"She might turn out OK if she was disciplined," I said
breathlessly, returning to my chair.

"Long term, like?"

I licked my lips. "Sounds like that's what she needs."

"Problem is," the woman said, "I think it needs a man, don't you?
She used to respect her dad when he beat her, but now she's just
getting worse. I got nobody else to take her in hand and we can't
stay here anyway if I don't pay the rent sharpish, like... so
you'll punish her tonight? Then at least we can forget the police
and be friends."

"OK, but how hard should I spank her?" I asked timidly.

"Oh, hard as you like," said the woman. "Make the little bitch
cry. Her father was quite severe with her, so she'll be expecting
it... my name's Pam, by the way."

"I am Jim," I said. I didn't want to go beyond that at this
stage.

"Well Jim, get on with it then. Tell you what, you better take
your trousers off, or you'll soil them. I'll fetch you a towel."

So five minutes later there I sat, Josie lying bottom up over a
towel on my lap, head to my left. I held her struggling little
body down with my left arm and slapped her real hard on the bare
bum with the right hand, slap slap slap, until it was a nice rosy
pink and she was sobbing uncontrollably. I continued until the
wriggling and squirming on my penis became too much for me and I
shot my load.

"Finished?" asked Pam.

"Yes."

"Right," she said. "Go and get ready for bed, Josie, then you can
come down and give Jim a thank you kiss... now, Jim, was that for
lying or stealing?"

I had thought it was for everything. "Lying," I said, as I
struggled into my trousers.

"So you will come back tomorrow and punish her for stealing, and
then we can forget all talk of the cops?"

Again I nodded.

"Tell you what," she said. "Bring a bottle tomorrow and I'll cook
us a meal."

Once more I nodded. I was overwhelmed by the way the situation
was developing.

"Josie," she shouted, "hurry up, Jim's going."

And what a vision came creeping down the staircase. Josie ready
for bed was something else! She wore nothing at all but a very
short and very flimsy nightdress, and the kiss I received as I
lifted her to my lips was extra delicious because it was so
reluctantly given.

******

I was in a high state of excitement when I prepared for my second
visit to Pam and her eight-going-on-for-nine-year-old
step-daughter Josie, because I was due to punish Josie for
stealing. It was that or the police I had told them, and they had
believed me. Well, Josie certainly did. Maybe Pam just pretended
to.

When I arrived, Pam let me in and took me through to the living
room. I was delighted to see that Josie was already in the corner
with her back to us, dress raised in both hands, panties lying on
the floor beside her, bare bottom beautifully presented. No doubt
it was my knock on the door that sent her there. I handed the
bottle I had brought to Pam and walked over to where Josie stood
trembling, and caressed the smooth quivering skin. It made her
jump and she started to cry.

"Stop snivelling, Josie," Pam said. "You know why Jim has come.
You have to learn not to fucking steal, you lying little bitch."
Then she turned to me. "Would you like a drink, Jim, before you
deal with the little brat?" She seemed unconcerned that the
little brat in question could hear every word we said.

The rest of my chat with Pam was also very helpful. She is a
Mother after my own heart, complaining of more naughtiness by the
child, and how much a firm hand was required since her husband
drank himself to death. She spoke as if he had done it to spite
her, just to saddle her with his fucking misbegotten troublesome
little brat to support. The situation was growing more and more
promising!

After a drink or two I called Josie over my knee. She came
reluctantly and weeping and the feel of her soft warm little body
squirming upon my penis was very good. She continued to hold the
dress away from her bare bum, which I started to caress.

"Now Josie," said Pam, "the beating you are about to get is what
happens if you steal and then lie about it, so stop snivelling
and kicking. I hope Jim smacks you really fucking hard, like your
father would have done - he would have used his belt, mind you,
and it doesn't look like Jim is going to." She turned to me.
"Take your time, Jim. Remember we have neighbours. If she gets
too noisy, do what her father did - his rule was that if she made
any noise she got double, and if that didn't work he made her
fetch her panties and stuck them in her mouth. I shall be in the
kitchen in you need me."

The panties gag sounded a good idea. I did not expect it to be
necessary, but the sight of her distress at having to fetch them
was reward enough. Apparently she had to hold her dress up when
she fetched them, so, to my amazement, she crawled over on her
knees and picked them up in her mouth. I think it brought back
bad memories. Maybe she had been as unfortunate in her father as
she now was with her step-mother.

Anyway, I gave Josie the spanking she had expected, though not, I
am sure, as hard as she expected, being gagged. But I did take my
time over it. I let myself go a little bit more than before,
using my hand, slap slap slap, but I was not really severe. There
was no need of cruelty to achieve my release. The child wriggled
and squirmed so delightfully, and cried so readily, and her
bottom coloured so nicely, that the result was the inevitable.

The spanking had been a really enjoyable prelude to the meal,
which was excellent. I think Josie enjoyed it too. I even gave
her a couple of sips of my wine. She had not been allowed to put
her panties back on, and knowing that added to my enjoyment of
the evening. Would Pam ban them altogether if I asked her to? I
rather think so. I never saw Josie wearing jeans, or any sort of
trousers. I don't think she had any. Her short dresses suited her
very well. They were too short really, but I knew that her Mother
had very little spending money.

When we had finished our meal, Pam sent Josie upstairs. "Time for
your bath, girl. Go and get in. Maybe Jim will come up and bath
you... another glass, Jim? That's nice wine you fetched."

After she had poured for us, she put an official looking piece of
paper on the table. "I hate to burden you with this, Jim," she
said, "but the fucking rent man was here. He says Josie and me,
well we are out on the fucking street unless I sign a direct
debit for my bank. That would mean Josie being taken into care."
She looked up at me slyly, an eyebrow raised.

"That would be a shame," I said. "Such a pretty child.

"Yes, well, I got no fucking bank account, see, but I didn't tell
him that or we would be out already. We've had enough warnings. I
thought maybe as you are such a kind person and so good with
Josie, perhaps you would sign it for your bank and I will owe you
instead of the fucking housing people."

"And if you don't have any money?" I asked, wondering how she
would handle that.

"Ah well," she said, "maybe I can pay with meals? Like tonight?"
I hesitated. It doesn't do to show too willing in any sort of
bargain. "Tell you what," she said, "go and give Josie her bath
and we can discuss that later."

I liked it. A very smooth approach, my step daughter at your
disposal and all I ask is the rent. "Well," I said, apparently
still doubtful, but admiring her subtle approach. "OK I'll think
about it while I bath her for you, but should I be touching her?"

"Oh yes," she said. "I don't see no harm in it. She's only eight,
after all, and somebody has to see that she's clean all over."

Fair enough, put like that. I went upstairs. The child was in the
bath alright, all soapy.

"Stand up!" I said.

Reluctantly she stood up, legs pressed together. She was
delicious to touch, all slippery and shiny. I was pleased to see
that she had a peach of a little figure, and no blemishes at all.
Despite all my desires, I had never seen a little girl naked
before. It would be a pleasure to see her growing up, I thought,
budding breasts and all that to come. She would be my plaything
for years!

I had pulled her legs apart but hardly started to explore her
more intimately when she went rigid and then started shrieking.
She scrambled out of the bath and ran downstairs leaving a stream
of water and screaming out "Mummy! Mummy! He's horrible, he was
touching me, he tried to put his finger up me!"

I followed her down in time to see her mother slap the sobbing
child hard across the face. "Don't you dare tell such wicked
lies!" she shouted. She slapped her again. "Jim will really
thrash you for that, telling lies about him, I shall see that he
does! Back in the fucking bath with you, you fucking little liar.
Jim is only making sure you are clean, which is very kind of him
and what I told him to do."

I stood aside as she slid past me, sobbing, face averted.
Following her naked form up the stairs again, watching the motion
of those delightful little buttocks was a real pleasure, knowing
I was about to acquire unlimited spanking rights.

Josie was crying as she stood up in the bath at my command. "Put
your hands on your head," I said, and in the end she did so.
"Elbows back. Legs apart. Wider! I have to see if your private
parts are clean, don't I? Didn't your Mother say so?" She nodded,
defeated, squirming away from my fingers but not resisting. It
was nice to feel free to fondle her at leisure and without fear
of the consequences. Her extreme shyness was a big turn-on.

At last I lifted her out of the bath and dried her thoroughly.
Then I led her downstairs by the hand, naked. When we confronted
her Mother I said: "Now, Josie, tell your Mother if I did
anything I shouldn't have? Anything you didn't like?" She opened
her mouth - then glanced at her Mother and shook her head. "So
next time I bath you there won't be any silly fuss?" Another
shake of the head. "You won't ever say nasty things about me
again?" Another shake of the head. "Very well," I said, "you may
go to the corner and wait. You have to be punished very severely
for the nasty things you said already."

"And Josie," her Mother added. "Don't be so bloody shy with Jim
and always do what he says."

While Josie waited trembling and snuffling in the corner, naked
this time, I took out my fountain pen and filled in the direct
debit form for the rent. Pam watched greedily, then we raised our
glasses in celebration. Pam is a scheming bitch with no
compassion at all for her unfortunate step-daughter. I expect she
will be asking for a washing machine next! And I expect I shall
give it.

My eyes went to Josie in anticipation. What a glorious sight she
was, naked in the corner, waiting for me to beat her.

"Turn round," I said.

Yes, naked she was better facing us. I must bring a camera next
time, I thought. Something to cheer up my old age.

But I was due for a small disappointment.

"Better leave her thrashing until Friday," Pam said. "On Friday
you can whip her or belt her as hard as you want and no school
till Monday for anyone to see the marks. And I can keep her off
on Monday if needs be. Even Tuesday. Her dad always saved up her
punishments for Fridays, in term time. And waiting will give her
time to brood on it, see? It will work better that way, specially
when I keep reminding her how angry you are. We can't have her
saying things about you to other people, you know!"

"Right!" I said. "Come here, Josie."

I sat down again, and she came and stood before me, rubbing her
eyes. I opened my legs and drew her closer, to stand between
them. I spoke to her severely, my arms round her waist. "I will
be back on Friday to punish you for the nasty things you said.
You need not stay in the corner until then but you will be
waiting when I come, you will be just the same as now, with no
clothes on I mean. You will be standing properly for when you are
waiting to be punished, which nobody has told you before. If you
are not wearing anything it is different, it is facing the room,
very upright with your legs apart and your hands clasped other
behind your neck and your elbows as far back as they will go,
ok?"

"OK," she said, in a quavery little voice. "But what is clasped?"

"Holding each other."

"Oh!"

"Now," I said, "get in the corner and show me!"

She scampered to the corner and stood exactly as I had told her.
She was going to be a quick learner.

"OK," I said. "Be like that on Friday. Get ready as soon as you
come back from school. No slouching or your Mother will tell me.
And now you must stay there for half an hour, thinking about why
you must not talk to anyone about me."

I walked over and stooped to kiss her on those soft reluctant
lips. No response.

"When somebody kisses you, it means they love you," I said. "It
is rude not to kiss back."

I lifted her to my mouth with my left hand between her legs and
my right hand holding in her hair, tilting up her cute little
face. I was rewarded with a really nice warm kiss. She wriggled a
bit but kept her hands behind her neck, bless her! I was really
getting quite fond of her. She had a lot to learn but I had to
leave before I exploded again.

******

"Come in, Jim," said Pam. "Josie is waiting for you. She is not
very happy." She locked the street door behind us, put the key in
her pocket and patted it. "We don't want the fucking little brat
to make a bolt for it if things get heavy."

She led me into the living room, and there indeed was Josie,
Pam's eight-year-old step-daughter. And indeed she was not at all
happy. In fact she was crying. She stood in a corner, naked,
facing me, standing stiffly upright with her hands clasped behind
her head and her feet apart. She was waiting for the beating she
had been promised for the things she had said about me touching
her up the previous week, and would have been there since her
return from school if Pam had followed my instructions to the
letter.

Pam and I had arranged her punishment for Friday, which it now
was, because there was no school until Monday and marks should
have faded by then. If not, Pam had said, she would keep Josie
off school for a day or two. Josie had heard all that and
understood it all too well.

So there she stood, awaiting my pleasure, fearing the worst, and
crying.

"Hullo, Josie," I said. "Are you sorry for what you said?"

"Yes. Yes I truly am. Please don't beat me very hard."

"Oh but I must," I said. "I must beat you very hard. We can't
have you going around talking about me."

I walked over to her and bent down and she raised a tearful face
for the kiss. I was glad to see that what I had said about it
being rude not to return a kiss had sunk in.

I planted the bag I had brought with me on the floor beside her
and opened it. The first thing out was what had already become
the usual bottle of wine, which I handed to Pam. Next was a
slipper, which I slapped into the palm of my hand before
presenting it to Josie to kiss, then a hair brush, which made an
even nicer sound, and then a broad leather belt. Her big blue
eyes were getting wider and wider, and at the sight of the belt
her tears flowed faster.

"Oh no!" she gasped. "Oh please no!"

"I have to use it," I explained, "you have to learn not to talk
about me."

Pam came and examined the belt. "Not bad," she said, "but
wouldn't a whip be better?"

"Well, yes, but I don't have one."

"We do," said Pam. "I still have her father's. May Josie leave
the corner to fetch it for you?"

"Certainly."

Josie ran off and came back with an evil looking whip. "She knows
all about this," Pam said. "Her Father liked to use it on her."

"Oh!" - the very thought of any abuse the child had had at the
hands of her late father excited me – "and what would that be
for?"

"Oh, not for anything in particular, you know, it was just he
liked to whip her sometimes when he had had a drink or two. Just
to keep her respectful towards him he said, which it certainly
did. She was quiet as a mouse when he was around, in case he
noticed her."

She had opened the bottle. It was red wine, so did not need
chilling, and now she handed me a glass.

"He hung the whip over the fireplace and he would chase her all
over the fucking house with it. He would tie her hands first,
see, so she couldn't protect herself or lock herself in the
bathroom or run out into the street or anything. Sadistic
bastard, he was, but better he take it out on her than me, eh?
She did belong to him, after all."

And now, I thought, so far as Pam is concerned, Josie belongs to
me, and I am a sadistic bastard also. Poor kid!. "Yes, well, that
seems a good way to teach her a lesson," I said approvingly.
Josie, back in the corner and listening to this, was getting more
and more agitated.

"The other way, which he tried once or twice, was to tie her down
over a chair, bottom up. But he complained it wasn't as much fun
as trying to get at her cunt with a whip when she was on the run.
He specially liked chasing her up and down the stairs." She
paused to assess my reaction. "Problem was," she continued, "how
to secure her hands without her arms getting in the way. In the
end, he made a special belt for that. We still have it. Shall I
put it on her for you to see? I'm pretty sure you'll like the
fucking thing. Come on, Josie, you can model it, it's in your
room."

She took Josie by the hand and dragged her away. The two of them
went upstairs, and a few minutes later the most erotic creation
imaginable walked down. It was Josie, still naked, but with her
arms held at her sides, unable to be lifted. A piece of rope was
tied round her waist and her wrists were tied to that. It held
them near her hips. It was the simplest method of bondage I have
ever seen, but the most effective. She could walk but not use her
arms or hands at all, and her whole body was exposed to the whip.
She looked really smart at attention in the corner, to which she
had retreated.

"What do you think of her hair? asked Pam. Josie's gorgeous long
golden locks, normally almost waist length, had been coiled up
cunningly on top of her head. Pinned there, I suppose. "Her
father kept it short. He said it got in the way when he whipped
her."

She looked more naked now, I saw. "Yes," I said, "I'll have it
short too. You have it done and I'll pay you back."

"OK," said Pam, as I walked round Josie, stroking Josie's smooth
trembling flesh to see her shrink from me. "Dinner's ready. The
whipping will have to wait, if you don't mind."

So we sat down. I cut up Josie's food and fed her, gave her a sip
or two of wine. I talked to them both as if nothing special was
about to happen, how did you do at school, Josie, got any boy
friends, that sort of thing. And all the time I was red hot with
anticipation. The meal, as a meal, was delicious and went well
with the wine I had brought. I could get used to Pam's cooking
even if she didn't put so juicy and defenceless morsel as her
step-daughter at my disposal.

At last it was over, and Josie went ever so reluctantly back to
her corner. There were tears in her eyes again.

"I have a neighbour to visit, if you don't mind," said Pam,
moving towards the door. "I don't like to see the fucking little
brat whipped, as it happens." She took a ball gag from a drawer
and fixed it in Josie's mouth, the elastic strap around her head,
mostly under the cascades of blond hair. "Something else her
father had to do before a whipping, because of the neighbours. Be
as severe as you like, Jim, as long as I don't see. And you,
Josie, you know the kitchen and my bedroom are out of bounds when
you are being whipped." She turned to me. "Too many breakages,"
she explained. "Bye now."

I picked up the whip and turned towards the corner, but Josie was
scrambling between my legs already, making for the stairs. I was
quick enough to close my legs before she got away, and there,
immediately, was a prime target, ass up and heaving about.

I managed to get in a couple of swipes, but they convulsed her so
much that she was able to wriggle free. She dashed for the
stairs. This was fun!

Her desperate progress up the stairs without the use of arms was
exceedingly erotic, and it was easy to get in a couple of lashes
between the legs. The response was volcanic as she scrambled
franticly to the top and dashed for the bathroom. She got behind
the door and tried to keep it closed by leaning on it. Hopeless,
of course.

I whipped her round the bathroom walls and into the bath and all
over the floor and out again, into her bedroom, where she flung
herself face down on the bed, sobbing and defeated, totally at my
mercy. She would obviously prefer to be whipped on the back than
the front, and of course I did that, but then I rolled her over
and whipped the rest of that delicious squirming little body.
Then I rolled her off the bed and shoved her towards the stairs
and caught her between the legs several times on her way down.
She collapsed in a heap at the bottom and it was easy to get her
started up again. She was tiring a little and the target was even
easier.

I chased her up and down the stairs and round the house for
another twenty minutes or so, and then I had had enough fun for
one night. I stood her panting in her corner and removed the gag.

"You didn't hurt me!" she exclaimed in amazement. "Well, not
much!"

"No," I said. All I had done was tickle her up a bit, but I
suppose she had expected more at any moment. That was a big
enough turn-on. I am not into unnecessary cruelty. "I decided not
to this time."

"This time?" she asked, round eyed.

"I don't think you will tell anyone about me or what I do whether
I whip you properly or not."

"Oh I won't, I won't!"

"Then you are forgiven, but if you ever do talk to anyone about
me or you make me angry about anything I shall come and truly
whip you properly, except it will be double because you didn't
have this one. Now, where is my kiss?."

The feel of her in my arms with her arms still bound was
delicious, and now the kisses of relief were far less inhibited.
Lips opening a little, but no tongue yet. After a while I set her
on her feet. "I think I shall spank you now," I said.

"Oh but you forgave me!"

"Yes, but you are my little slave girl and I can beat her
whenever I want."

"Oh!"

"Of course it will be much harder when she has been naughty. And
maybe less hard if I get some nice kisses."

"Is your little slave girl called Josie?"

"Yes."

"Is she your favourite little slave girl?"

"Yes."

"And if she kisses you it makes you happy?"

"Yes."

"And if you are happy you don't beat her so bad?"

"Right," I said. "And I shall make some rules for her. Here is
the first one – no panties at home on Fridays. Now, if my
favourite little slave girl is around, she should come over my
knee for a bad spanking."

"Well," said Josie solemnly, "she should have a chance to kiss
you first, so it won't be really bad." She came and gave me a
smacking kiss before scrambling onto my lap as meek as could be.
Spanking her naked buttocks with her hands held fast in that
primitive bondage was a true delight, especially when I tried out
the slipper. Judging by her reactions, it was pretty effective.
One can hit quite hard, I feel, without being cruel.

There was Pam at the door. We both stood up.

"Why Jim," she exclaimed. "Doesn't look like you got your money's
worth or the little fucker wouldn't be standing up."

"I have my methods," I said. "I am quite happy with her. Do you
have the rent for next week?"

"Fat chance!," she said. "It's dinner again next fucking Friday,
if that suits you? Do I need to put Josie in the corner?" Meaning
Josie for the rent, as previously arranged between two ruthless
people. There was no pretence between us any longer.

"No," I said. "I've given her the rules." I pointed to the
slipper, hairbrush and belt. "I'll leave these though, I haven't
used all of them yet. And I suggest you put the whip back over
the mantelpiece, so it's handy in case I decide to use it."

"Right," she said. "The nails are still there." And, in fact, she
had it up immediately.

"Josie," I said, "I have to go home now but I will come to see my
favourite little slave girl next Friday. Remember the Friday rule
and give me the hairbrush or the belt when I come, because I
expect I shall want to beat her. And polish the whip every single
day and especially on Fridays. Now, you may kiss me goodnight."

The kiss was the best yet. Enthusiastic but amateurish, as was to
be expected. She was obviously going to take what I had said
about kisses very seriously. It was a theme I intended to develop
considerably over the next few months.

******

Pam met me at the door that Friday evening with a conspiratorial
wink.

"You told the little brat not to wear any panties?" she said. The
little brat in question was her cute little eight year old
step-daughter Josie. "Well, I made her wear them, and I done a
couple of other things, so you got a great excuse to give her a
real good thrashing."

"Meaning you can't pay the rent?"

"'Fraid not." But she was grinning. She knew very well that I
preferred the use of Josie to receiving the rent for the house.
"No fucking chance. As a matter of fact I got a favour to ask,
but that can wait." She wanted me in a generous mood then, and
she certainly knew how to go about it.

When I entered the living room I could see Josie's agitation
immediately as she came running to me and gave me a kiss. It was
a desperate sort of kiss, jumping up, legs round my waist, arms
round my chest, meaning she knew she was in trouble, a plea for
mercy.

"So!" I said. "What is that for? Have you been naughty?"

She said nothing as I put her down, just stood there blushing,
holding the dress down at her sides. It was very short, but the
forbidden panties were hidden, just. Her hair had been cut, as I
had instructed. It was very short indeed. I think it is called
the pageboy cut. Anyway, I was pleased to see that it seemed to
make her look younger and more vulnerable than before.

"You should have the hairbrush for me," I said. "In case I have
to spank you."

"Yes I know." A quavering little voice. "Mummy locked it up."

"Oh! So you are going to blame your Mother! You know what
happened when you said things about me!"

She started to cry as Pam stepped forward.

"The key is on the mantelpiece," she said. "As the fucking little
bitch should have known."

"There you are," I said. "Let that be a lesson. Don't go blaming
your Mother for things that are your fault. I shall have to beat
you now, which is a lot of bother when I wanted a nice quiet
evening. Go fetch it then."

She went on tiptoe to get the key, then over to the chest of
drawers to get the hairbrush. When she handed it to me I said:
"When you fetch something for me to beat you with, you will kiss
it first and then curtsey before you give it to me."

Her attempt at a curtsey was quite charming.

"Now," I said, "I really hope you have not done anything else
naughty?"

Still she said nothing, just bit her lip and stood there the
picture of guilt, looking even more unhappy. Her tear filled blue
eyes flitted to the whip over the fireplace.

"Why did you look at the whip?" I demanded. "Is it because you
think I ought to whip you?"

"Oh no!"

"What, then? Have you polished it every day?"

Renewed tears. "I – I couldn't reach it!"

"You should have asked your Mother to get it down."

"I did! I did! She said don't bother me with that you fucking
little bitch!"

"I see," I said grimly. "So that is your Mother's fault too! What
an ungrateful child you are, after all she has done for you. And
you remember what happened when you said things about me? Saying
things about your own Mother is worse! We are going to need the
belt as well, so go fetch it."

She was really sobbing now, as she kissed the belt and presented
it to me with her attempt at a curtsey.

"We may need the whip as well," I said. "I haven't decided yet.
Let's hope you don't do anything else naughty! Now, in the corner
with you."

She went to the corner and faced into it. There was a long long
delay, then she raised her dress to reveal the forbidden panties
and stood there shaking with fright. No accusation was necessary.
She knew she was well and truly in the shit. She peeled them off
and dropped them on the floor beside her. Her whole body heaved
with her sobs, but she managed not to make any noise.

I went over with the belt and caressed those quivering buttocks
with it. "What is your excuse this time? I hope you are not going
to blame your Mother?"

She glanced round in mute appeal, but Pam had gone to the
kitchen. "I – I suppose I forgot."

"Liar!" I shouted. Another hard blow. "That's a lie, isn't it?"

"Y-yes." Another pathetic look for her Mother. "I – the dress was
too short."

"So," I said, "on top of everything else you deliberately
disobeyed an order from me. I will not tolerate that. I have been
very lenient with you so far, and this is the reward I get! You
shall be well and truly whipped, my girl. A proper one, this
time."

I shouted for Pam, and she returned to say that dinner was very
nearly ready.

"Very well," I said. "But please put this ungrateful little liar
into her whipping clothes first."

The 'whipping clothes' consisted of nothing at all but a rope
round her naked waist to which her wrists were tied so that they
were fixed by her hips. This left the entire body naked and open
for whipping. And I liked the new hair style. Nothing to get hold
of any more, but nice because it made her look, at the moment,
even more naked than she was. An illusion of course, but a
pleasing one.

It was not a happy meal for little Josie, but a great one for me,
as I cut up her food and fed her and gave her a sip or two of
wine.

"Is it just a whipping tonight?" asked Pam.

"Well no," I said. "there is also the matter of not giving me the
hairbrush – I think the hairbrush itself will do for that. And
for not polishing the whip, I suppose the belt, if I am very
severe with it."

"It might be better not to do all that today."

"True."

"And next weekend Josie and I shall be away visiting my Sister."

"Oh dear. That is inconvenient. Do you really want to take
Josie?"

"Not at all. She is just a fucking little pest. But I can't leave
her alone."

"I can stay here and look after her," I said. "If that will
help?"

"Why that would be ever so kind of you. And maybe you can lend me
a little spending money as well as the fare? I ought to buy a
present for my Sister and her kids, well and her boyfriend. As a
matter of fact it's her birthday and I'd like to stand them all a
slap-up meal. And Josie's haircut was ever so expensive and she
needs some new shoes and I must stock up with food before I go."

I didn't believe much of that, of course, but if she fancied a
weekend at a hotel at my expense I was willing to go along with
it. It was cheap for the use of Josie. A whole week, just the two
of us! My mouth watered at the thought.

"Well, Josie," I said, "here's the plan. I will give you your
hairbrush spanking tonight, and we will save the belt and the
whip for another time. Unless you would you rather have them all
tonight?"

She jumped into my arms and started kissing me. "Not tonight,"
she said. "Please not now, no whipping tonight."

"But you are roped up, all ready for whipping."

"Not now!" she sobbed. "Oh please, not now! You can rope me up
again easy."

"Or," interjected Pam, "I will prepare her before I go. Here is a
spare key. Just come in when you are free and she will be ready."

"Very well," I said. That was also to stop her from running away,
I thought. "Did her father keep her like that for long, then?"

"Oh yes, all weekend sometimes, if he was on a binge."

Her father had died of drink, I remembered. Josie was much better
off with me. "Ok," I said to Pam. I turned to Josie. "Fetch the
hairbrush."

She just stood looking at me. No arms. But of course the
hairbrush was there on the table beside me. She gave me a
pleading kiss full of despair and crawled onto my lap, bottom up,
already crying. She was getting very obedient, I thought. Soon
she would be the ideal little slave girl of my dreams.

I spanked her with the flat side of the hairbrush until she was
pinker than ever before, and then turned it round to the sharp
bristles. Did she howl! And did she wriggle! Superb! I had to gag
her before I could proceed. I do not agree with unnecessary
cruelty, but occasionally one does get carried away a little.

******

When I arrived at the house for my weekend alone with Josie, I
used the key very quietly, hoping to catch her unawares. But
there she was, standing in her corner. How long had the poor kid
been waiting there, scared shitless, I wondered?

Pam had prepared her, as promised, so she was wearing only her
whipping clothes. They were not clothes at all really, for she
was naked except for a rope round her waist to which her wrists
were tied, holding them near to her hips, so she could not use
arms or hands to protect herself against the whipping she had
been promised. She stood facing out of the corner, at attention.

I took the whip down from over the fireplace and brought it over
to her. "Dear me," I said, "I do believe you forgot to polish
it!"

She hung her head and said nothing. I was sure Pam had refused to
lift it down for her, but she would not dare to say that. Pam is
Josie's step-mother, who had set things up so that I had the use
of eight-year-old Josie for the weekend.

"Well," I said, "did you polish it?"

She shook her head miserably, knowing she would be punished for
it. "Mummy left a message," she said hastily, trying I think to
divert my attention. "I think you will be cross but please don't
whip me for that."

"What is it?"

"She said she has locked her bedroom door, so we must both sleep
in my bed."

I was delighted, of course, but I made angry noises. "We'll see
about that!" I said. "Come and stand here and open your legs
wide."

I prowled round her without touching her.

"Head up," I said. "I have a present for my little slave girl."

"What, a real one? Is it for your favourite little slave girl? To
show she really is your favourite? To show you truly like her?"

"Yes." I took the cat collar out of my bag and showed it to her.
It was really ornamental with imitation jewellery.

"Ooh, it's beautiful."

I fastened it round her neck. It really set off her nakedness
very well. To me it signified her servitude, but she seemed to be
delighted.

"Oh thank you Uncle Jim!" Uncle Jim, indeed. It was the first
time I had been called an Uncle. I was quite flattered.

"Uncle Jim," she said timidly. "Mummy says you will whip me like
my Daddy did but I don't think you will."

"Oh?" I said in surprise.

"I think you like spanking little girls but you are too kind to
whip them really really hard."

Well! That was an eye-opener. An eight-year-old had got me sorted
to rights!

"So shall we have the whipping now?" I said.

"Oh no please. Oh please not. I don't want to be whipped. I know
it will hurt a lot. I know you will do it a lot and I know I
shall scream if you don't gag me. I just don't think you will go
mad like Daddy did. I think you should undo me now and whip me
tomorrow. Then I can cook for us."

I laughed. She really captivated me. I undid her. "I have more
presents for my favourite little slave girl," I said.

"May I get dressed first please?"

"Your Mother said not to be shy with me."

"I know, but I can't help it."

"Well," I said. "You may not wear any of your clothes all
weekend."

"Oh Uncle Jim!"

"But it so happens," I opened my case, "that I bought these for
you."

I held up a jersey and a pair of jeans. She was into them in a
flash, and real cute she looked as she danced round me in
delight.

"Right!" I said. "Now, jeans off. They are only for outdoors."

"Oh!" They came off very reluctantly.

"You look fine in just the jersey," I said. So she did. A cat
collar and a jersey, and naked from the waist down, that set off
her blond beauty and nice little figure very well. It emphasized
her very spankable little buttocks rather erotically, encouraging
plenty of spankings.

"Now I feel more shy, not less," she said.

"Tough," I said.

"I know, let's go and get some fish and chips,and I can wear
those lovely jeans."

"Or," I said, "suppose we dine out? We have a car, remember."

"Oh Uncle Jim! A ride in your car? And eat at a proper cafι?"

"At a posh restaurant," I said. "And I will whip you when we get
back, and we shall see if I can do it as good as your dad did."

"You can try," she said. "But you aren't cruel enough."

"I get carried away sometimes."

"Oh! Like when you used the spiky part of the hairbrush?"

"Yes."

"Well," she said, "I will remember that I am your favourite
little slave girl and you still like me even if you do get
carried away a bit when you are beating me."

"Oh yes, the whipping is going to be a real one, but the harder I
beat you the more I like you."

"I don't want to think about being whipped. Can we go now? Do I
wear my collar?"

"Yes we can go soon, and yes you wear your collar. In fact,
nobody is allowed to take it off except me. It shows that you are
my little slave girl"

"Your favourite little slave girl!"

She had put on her jeans and shoes.

"Come on then, Uncle Jim! Take me out to this posh restaurant and
let's forget that you are going to whip me."

"Only until we get back," I said. "It will be a real whipping
when we come back."

She shivered. "I know."

******

When Josie saw my car, she was really amazed. I have a Jaguar. A
little up- market for a security guard, you may say. But I had
already resigned that job. It had achieved its purpose the moment
I entered into my arrangement with Josie's unscrupulous
step-mother, Pam, that put the child into my power. I don't need
a job at all, just a child like eight-year-old Josie to mould to
my liking.

On the way I stopped at an ATM to draw some money. I thought it
wiser not to leave a trail by paying for our meal with a credit
card.

Josie was very intrigued. "How can you get money out of the wall,
Uncle Jim?" I was Uncle Jim all the time now, it seemed. Anyway,
I stopped at another ATM and allowed her to draw some money. I
think her respect for me was rising rapidly as she fingered the
crisp new notes. "Shall we give these to my Mummy?" "Sure, why
not." I was sure that Pam would be delighted! She is truly money
orientated. When we pulled up outside the posh restaurant I had
promised her, Josie was totally overawed.

"Oh Uncle Jim, I can't go in there!"

"Why not?"

"Well – well I really like these jeans you bought for me, and the
jersey too, but –"

"But you think you should wear a dress?"

"Oh yes please – my party dress."

"Right," I said, "we'll go back and change. I may as well smarten
up a bit too."

So I put on a jacket and tie and Josie her best party dress. She
was really excited and twirled around as I inspected her.

"You put your panties on!" I said accusingly.

"Well of course, for going out I have to."

"Oh no," I said, "what day is it?"

"Friday."

"And what is the rule for Fridays?"

"No panties."

"Well then. Take them off and hop in the car."

"I won't!"

I reached for the hairbrush, which I kept conveniently handy.

"I mean I will," she said, dropping them. "There's no need to get
heavy, Uncle Jim. But I must change dresses. This one is very
short."

"You must change it?"

"Yes."

I took her over my knee, picked up the hairbrush and flipped up
her dress to expose that inviting little bottom that always
quivered in fearful anticipation when I did that. "You" slap
"are" slap "not" slap "allowed" slap "to" slap "argue" slap
"with" slap "me." Slap, slap, slap.

I set her on her feet. "What were you saying?" I asked. "Do you
have a problem with the dress?"

"Oh no, Uncle Jim, it's fine." She put her nose in the air and
marched for the door. The evening was definitely looking up. In
the short dress and with the cat collar I knew that she would be
the centre of attraction. Oh yes, I gloated about my virtual
ownership of pretty little Josie.

She was very quiet on the drive to the restaurant. "I will not
have you sulking," I said. "Cheer up or get a double whipping
when we get home."

"I think you mean that, Uncle Jim."

"I do, kid," I said. "You better believe it!"

So I entered the restaurant with a smiling young girl on my arm,
and, sure enough, every head turned as we walked between the
tables. We were seated at a table for two without any problems,
and Josie seemed to be enjoying the meal. She chatted away,
apparently untroubled by the rubbernecks around us. I showed her
which knives and forks to use, and let her choose her own food.
As usual, she had a sip or two of my wine, and we started a
running commentary of the other diners and what animals they
resembled.

Then I sprung my trap. "I think I will spank you now," I said
casually.

"Oh Uncle Jim! You can't spank me here!" She was horrified. She
looked round and flushed. "Oh no!"

"I can. Over my knee. Now!"

She looked round again wildly. "Must I really?" I nodded. "I
won't!" she shouted, jumping to her feet and about to make a dash
for it. But I was ready for that and acted even quicker. I hauled
her over my knee in a flash, and flipped up her skirt. There was
a hush as other diners saw her naked bottom and flailing legs.
"Excuse me," I said, "but we can't have cheeky children can we?"
I held up her squirming bottom for everyone to see. "And look how
cheeky this one is!"

Someone started laughing, someone else clapping, and others
joined in. Nobody tried to stop me as I gave Josie a really good
sound spanking. People seldom try to interfere with me. I am very
much the intimidating type, large and all that. I am surprised
that Josie does not seem to be afraid of me despite the way I
treat her.

"There!" I said, as I put her on her feet, "go to the ladies room
and dry your eyes – I've ordered ice-cream for you."

"I hope it's a strawberry one to match my bottom," she said out
loud, for everyone to hear. It got a round of applause – and my
admiration, as she marched away with flaming cheeks, head and
tail.

She came back calmer, head up in defiance, and everyone, I think,
was amused to see her standing up to eat her ice-cream, which she
thoroughly enjoyed. I even believe she was beginning to thrive on
the attention she was receiving. I was sure of it when she called
the waiter over. "Please fetch me another ice cream." She turned
to me. "I think I earned it, Uncle?" Uncle, not Uncle Jim. She
had learned her lesson about not talking about me.

After that we both began to enjoy the rest of our evening out. I
found a fair still in full swing under the starlight, and bought
her endless tickets for rides of various kinds, and she didn't
give another thought to her lack of underwear, though I saw
several people notice.

One of them, a man almost as big as me, came up to me.

"That your kid?" he asked, pointing at Josie, who was riding a
horse on a roundabout.

"Yes?"

"I don't think she is wearing anything under that little dress."

"Oh dear," I said, "its quite possible, I've had to spank her for
that before now."

"Well it doesn't seem to have worked. Here she comes."

"Josie dear," I said, as she stood panting before us, "lift up
your dress."

She looked round in horror, but did so. She was learning fast.

"There, you see," said the man. "She needs a right good spanking,
she does."

"Josie," I said, "go over this man's knee."

Another look of horror. "I don't like him!" she shouted.

"Don't you dare be rude to my friends!" I said. He was taking his
belt off. "Over his knee with you sharpish." She obeyed, and at
another look from me she drew back her dress in both hands to
expose her defenceless bottom, as she had been taught.

"Nice!" exclaimed the man. "I'll warm her up a bit for you, then
shall I?"

As soon as she started to yell under the fierce blows from his
belt, a crowd began to gather. I wondered what would happen if I
passed a hat round. But soon they began to turn nasty and my
friend looked to me.

"It's ok," I said to the crowd. "My daughter was rude to my
friend here."

"Yes," piped up Josie between sobs, "but I won't ever be rude to
daddy's friends again."

"Enough," I said to the man. "And thanks for your help."

The man vanished into the crowd, followed by some catcalls and
hissing. But Josie saved the situation for me by giving me a hug
and a kiss.

"Ok, kid," I said. "We're going home now."

"Why did you let that nasty man belt me?"

"Why not?" I said.

"Oh well –"

"I decide who shall beat you," I said. "OK?"

"I suppose so." We had arrived at the door to her house. "Well, I
had a spanking and a belting, so must you really whip me
tonight?" she asked. "We've had such a lovely time and my bottom
is sore and you must be very tired and you have me for the rest
of the weekend."

"OK kid," I agreed, as I locked the street door behind us, "I'm
glad you enjoyed the outing. Maybe I will take you to the beach
tomorrow."

"Instead of whipping me?"

"No, as well as."

"But the beach? You mean I shall see the sea? I never have."

"If you are good. Jeans would be appropriate for that."

"What's appropriate?"

"Means they'd be ok."

"Great! You can let somebody beat me in jeans if you want. It
wouldn't be half so bad."

"They might tell you to take them down," I said. "Anyway, half an
hour of telly and it's off to bed."

"I'm not allowed to watch television after seven o'clock."

"You are if I am here," I said, lighting the gas fire. "Go and
get ready for bed and then come down."

Two minutes later she was back in distress. "I can't find any
nighties. Mummy must have put them both in the wash."

"Never mind." I tossed her the jersey. "Take off the dress and
put that on."

"Must I take off -" She saw me reach for the hairbrush. "Yes, ok,
but what will I sleep in?"

"Nothing," I said. "I don't mind. As a matter of fact," I lied,
"I forgot my pyjamas, so that will be two of us."

"Oh well," she said, snuggling up to me on the settee in jersey
top only, "I suppose that's alright then."

******

I woke up in the morning with a warm glow inside me and a warm
little body beside me. Why was I so happy? Gradually it sunk in.
I was naked in bed and that warm body beside me was
eight-year-old Josie, and Josie was a real cute kid with a very
spankable bum, and I was free to do anything I wanted with her,
no complaints considered, because of my deal with her dreadful
step-mother, who was greedy, heartless, and broke. And a widow.

Outside the sun was shining quite brightly already, and birds
were singing, and traffic was moving, and Josie was naked and
totally defenceless. And she was expecting to be whipped round
the house today, with her hands tied at her sides.

She was also expecting a trip to the seaside.

I had a hard on even before she stirred in my arms. Those deep
blue eyes blinked open at last and she looked at me in puzzlement
as memory returned to her also. Last night, the first of the
weekend, she had gone to bed first and been asleep when I joined
her.

"Hullo Uncle Jim," she said, rubbing her eyes awake. "Oh! Are we
truly going to the seaside?"

"Sure, kid, so long as you are good." I turned on my back and
pulled her warm little body up my chest to my lips.

She lay on me and gave me the same virginal kiss as usual. "Am I
to be whipped before or after the seaside?"

"It depends how good you are," I said. "I might not whip you at
all if you make me really happy."

"With kissing? Will you teach me how to do it better?"

"Yes," I said. "You can practice on my hand." I held one to her,
palm open. "Open your lips and touch me with them and with your
tongue. Good. Move your tongue around a little. Right, now try my
mouth again. Good, that's much better. Again, tongue out more.
Yes, remember that next time. Now, let's try a new game. Get out
of bed."

What a little peach she was, no blemishes on a perfect little
body.

"Stand at attention! Shoulders back, head up!" She was still had
on the cat collar I made her wear. Evidently she had not dared to
take it off, even in bed. It set off her nakedness perfectly.

"Right," I said. "Down to the bottom of the bed and untuck it and
go under and start kissing my legs."

She obeyed me still, but with obvious reluctance. And she stopped
well short of my crotch. Her bottom protruded at the bottom of
the bed, but out of my reach.

"Out!" I said. "That is no good. Go fetch the belt."

She ran downstairs for it and, as usual, she kissed it and then
handed it to me with a curtsey, or at least her idea of a
curtsey.

"Corner!" I said, and she went to stand there facing me with her
hands clasped behind her neck and her legs apart, shoulders back.
No problem with that part of her training.

"Come back to the foot of the bed. Now, pull the bedclothes off
me."

She gazed in dismay at my erection. I opened my legs. "Wriggle up
between my legs like a snake and have a good look at it. Get
right close."

She came, but very hesitantly.

I moved back to sit up in the bed, and she followed, ever so
reluctantly. "Kiss it." She looked up at me entreatingly. "He's
all red and wet and big and horrible – what's his name?"

"You can call him Willie if you need a name for him."

"Well, you can beat me as much as you like, and whip me too, and
not let me have any clothes, and not take me to the seaside, but
I can't kiss Willie, not when he's standing up, anyway."

I leaned forward and touched her head, holding her lips to my
penis for a long delicious moment, but they did not open. I
managed to get a grip on her hair at last and pulled her up to me
over my penis, using my left hand, and touched her bare buttocks
with the belt.

"Are you sure you can't kiss?"

She just burst into tears so I belted her writhing form again and
again until I exploded.

"Now," I said, as my breath came back, "go and make our
breakfasts and we will see what happens next time."

"C-can I get dressed first please?" she asked between sobs.

"Just the jersey," I said. "You may light the gas fire."

Breakfast was ready when I came down, stewed tea and burnt toast
and cereals and some fruit. Not exactly what I am used to, but
having it served by a small girl wearing only a waist length
jersey made up for that.

"Now," I said, "what are we to do about Willie? I don't want to
spend all morning whipping you. I was looking forward to taking
you to the seaside."

"Well, I'm not frightened of him when he is asleep." she said.
She came and knelt at my feet and moved my legs apart and put her
mouth to my crotch and started nibbling. "Wow!" she gasped.
"Doesn't he wake up quick! Daddy's was like that. That's why I'm
afraid of Willie when he's awake, he's real dangerous."

"Why, what did your father do?"

"It's ever so secret."

"I swear not to tell."

"I killed him."

"What! Your father? You can't have!"

"Well his Willie was always trying to get in my – I don't know
what you call it, this hole, my back one. He was much too big but
he kept trying and it was truly horrible, and then Daddy whipped
me because he was angry his Willie couldn't get in me and one day
he was doing it on the kitchen table and I picked up a saucepan
and hit him on the head and he fell off the table and he was dead
and we said he had fallen over when he was drunk."

She was crying. Crying very hard, shoulders heaving. I took her
in my arms. "Oh my dear," I said. "How awful. Tell you what, go
put your jeans on and we'll forget all about Willies and go to
the seaside. I declare a truce! I cannot beat you until we come
back."

She stopped crying. Sunshine broke out all over that round little
face of hers and lit up her eyes. "Really and truly? You promise
not to beat me all day? Or let anyone else?"

"I sure do. We shall be just like a daddy and his favourite
little girl."

"I am your favourite little girl today, not your favourite little
slave girl? Oh Uncle Jim, I do love you so! You can be my new
Daddy and I will be your favourite little daughter who you can
spank whenever you like and teach her to kiss your Willie
nicely."

Well, we had a lovely day out, no trouble at all. Josie was a
delight to be with, specially as nobody had ever taken the
trouble to give her a day out before. Everything was new to her,
everything a delight, and she showed her appreciation very
prettily, but with no sign of subservience. However, I will not
describe it here. Sufficient to say that we arrived back late,
after a meal on the way, and the story resumes as we enter the
house and I lock the street door behind me and slip the key into
my pocket.

"Jeans off!" I said. "Corner!"

"Do I face in or out?"

"If you have no dress to hold up," I said, "like now, you face
out. Jersey only, we count that as naked. Now, what am I to do
with you? We are way behind with punishments, plus I have to make
you kiss my willie. I shall have to whip you properly."

"I know." She had gone very white and there were tears in her
eyes. It seemed a shame after just a lovely day out. I didn't
really want to do it.

"Go fetch me the whipping clothes," I said.

It was easy to put on the 'whipping clothes', because there were
no clothes at all. I pulled her jersey up over her head and
tossed it aside, then tied the rope round her waist and attached
her wrists to it, down near her hips. Now she could not protect
any part of her body from the lash of the whip.

I took it down from the nails over the fireplace and cracked it.
"Go!" She was off like a rocket but I caught her with several
real hard lashes between her legs as she tried to scramble up the
steep stairs with no arms for balance. She made for the bathroom
and tried her puny strength against me by leaning against the
door. She fell to the floor as I pushed it open and I whipped her
there and then she started shrieking and dashed for her bedroom.
I had forgotten to gag her. I went into the bedroom and she was
lying on the bed sobbing, an open target. I set to with a will
and soon had her rolling around, and then she started screaming
again.

"Oh what the hell!" I shouted to no-one in particular. I stood
over her writhing form with the whip raised, then threw it into
the corner.

"Get in the bed, kid," I said to Josie, "I can't be bothered with
the gag tonight."

I helped her into the bed and went downstairs for a drink. She
had stopped crying and gone to sleep when I came back with the
gag. I put it and the whip on the little bedside table and
crawled in beside her. She didn't wake up when I caressed her. I
would have an interesting bed companion in the morning, I
thought. Maybe she would be more compliant with no arms.

******

I woke up that morning to the sound of whimpering.

It was eight-year-old Josie, lying beside me, naked except for
the cat collar she was forbidden to remove. She was facing away
from me, staring at the little bedside table, upon which I had
arranged the whip and the gag before joining her in bed the
previous night. No doubt she expected last night's whipping to
continue, as she was still bound into the special whipping
outfit, which consisted of a rope round her waist to which her
wrists were secured near her hips. Secured like that, she could
not protect any part of her body from the lash. It made her
especially vulnerable running up and down stairs when I chased
her round the house withy the whip. And, I was beginning to
realise, it made her an ideal bed companion for someone with my
perverted desires.

Today was Sunday, the last day of my weekend alone with Josie. I
was determined to make some progress with her. Yesterday she had
refused to kiss my penis, and that reluctance must be overcome. I
did not think that Josie would complain to her step-mother about
her treatment, no matter what I did, and I knew that Pam would
take no notice if the child did complain. Pam had found in me the
ideal payer of the rent and patron in general, and I the ideal
victim – should one be so crude as to put it like that – in this
spunky little step-daughter of hers.

Josie was still whimpering as I rolled her towards me. The
contact with her smooth warm flesh was delightful, as was the way
she shrank away from me. I took her by the ears and pressed her
mouth to mine. Nothing. But when I reached out a hand towards the
whip I received the kiss I had taught her. It was a very
reluctant kiss, but at last her luscious little lips opened and
there was her tongue meeting mine. I held up a palm and she
kissed that too, her tongue tip tickling delightfully.

"Corner!" I said.

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the corner. Now I was able to
admire her, naked but for the cat collar, facing out of the
corner with her legs apart. She would have put her hands behind
her back if she had been able to move her arms, but her shoulders
were nicely braced back anyway. The rope round her waist to which
her wrists were tied was working excellently, but it was tatty. I
must make her a smarter bondage kit for when I whipped her, I
thought, maybe a gold cord. Even a narrow belt with fringes would
not get in the way of the whip too much. Or something with bells
on would be good. Bells were a good idea. I could surely fix
bells on her somewhere.

I got out of bed and covered my nakedness with a dressing gown,
went downstairs and made myself a pot of tea and some toast, and
boiled an egg, then carried them upstairs and got back into bed.

"Come close," I said.

She came very reluctantly and stood within fingering range, legs
wide apart, so that I could caress her as I ate. She hated that,
especially around her sex. Probing her there was a symbol of
ownership, and the fact that she did not move away was a
demonstration of the progress I had made so far. I picked up the
whip and used that instead of my fingers, and the reaction was
even better.

When I had finished my breakfast, I put the tray on the table and
lay on my back in the bed, head and shoulders nicely propped up
by the pillows. Then I reached out and pulled her unwilling
little body on top of me, and eased it beneath the covers. The
knowledge of how helpless the bondage made was very stimulating
as I pulled her up for another kiss. Then I seized her shoulders
and pushed her down under the bedclothes until her mouth was on
my now rampant cock.

"Kiss!"

She convulsed and struggled like mad, but could not avoid the
contact. I held her there for quite a while, but she did not kiss
me, so at last I hauled her up again.

"You are a very naughty child, Josie," I said. "You know what you
are supposed to do."

She shook her head tearfully. "I can't!"

"I would rather take you to the Zoo," I said, "than spend all day
whipping you."

"Yes," she said, "that would be much nicer." Did I see a brave
little smile on that cheeky round face of hers? I would much
rather have her as a compliant but willing surrogate daughter
than a mere cowering creature to be beaten and abused at will. I
would have to postpone the cock kissing.. What I needed now was
quick relief.

I rolled over on top of her.

"Open your legs! Wider!"

She stared up at me in fear and disbelief as my weight settled
into place and she felt my cock at her cleft. Surely she didn't
have a conception of fucking at the age of eight? She had told me
that her father had tried to bugger her before he died, but this?
Surely not!

"Did your dad fuck you?" I asked.

She nodded. She was weeping. "It hurts bad, real bad, please
please don't."

She must have been ashamed to tell me before. Anyway, I was too
far gone to talk. I just heaved up and down on her writhing
little body without trying to penetrate her. I ignored her
whimpering as I gripped her buttocks for leverage and humped and
humped her. It was heaven. My orgasm was the best I have ever
had. I lay exhausted upon her for several minutes, gasping for
breath.

"Thank you, Uncle Jim," whispered a little voice from under me.

"What for?" I asked in surprise.

"For only pretending. Perhaps I can kiss Willie now, while he is
asleep."

I rolled off her and she turned round and burrowed down the bed.
Her ankles were either side of my head now and her buttocks on my
chest, and soon I felt her mouth at my penis. Not just kissing,
she was licking! The harder I slapped her invitingly bare and
convenient bottom the more enthusiastically she kissed and
licked, until my erection had regained its former splendour.

"There!" she said, emerging at last in triumph and sitting up in
the bed beside me. "It wasn't so bad, after all!" She gave me her
best kiss yet "Can we go to the Zoo now?"

"Do you know," I said, "I rather think we can."

"Before or after my whipping?"

I appeared to consider.

"Well, as you are all ready for it…"

"Oh but Uncle, Jim, it would be better when we come back, because
if you whip me now I shan't be able to enjoy the Zoo, I shall be
hurting too much."

"Too bad!" I said. I picked up the whip. "GO!"

I followed her as she fled from the whip, an activity she was
quite accustomed to. How exposed her slit and arsehole were as
she tried to run down the stairs with no arms. I caught her at
the bottom.

"That was a joke!"

"Well," she said haughtily, as I put her down, "it wasn't a very
nice one."

"The whipping is cancelled," I said. "All punishments are
cancelled."

"What's cancelled?

"It means you don't get whipped," I said, "until you are naughty
again."

"Josie is not going to be whipped this time? Oh Wow! Oh thank you
thank you Uncle Jim!" She jumped into my arms and gave me a
really juicy kiss. I put my arms round her and held her to me.
"Can I have this rope stuff off?"

"Oh no. I like you in it. I think we both need a bath. And then I
will make you some breakfast."

We shared the bath. Bathing a child without the use of her arms
is an experience I thoroughly recommend. She knew better than to
complain about my roving fingers. After I had dried her I made
her some breakfast and fed it to her.

"Right," I said, "off we go."

"But I still have the whipping stuff on."

"So? I said I like you like that and like that you shall stay for
the rest of today."

I put her shoes on and slipped her coat over her shoulders and
buttoned it up. It was a little small for her without the arms in
the sleeves, but the empty arms dangling at her sides were not
all that noticeable. I saw a little cap on the coat rack and put
that on her head, tipped it back and slightly to one side, and we
were ready for the off.

"I feel like a penguin," she said. "What fun!"

She did have to take very small steps because the coat was so
tight. "You are my favourite little penguin girl," I said "Do
penguins like lollipops?"

"Ooh yes. Let's go!"

I had to help her into the car. Now that the threat of a whipping
had been lifted, she was bubbling with enthusiasm. The thought
that she was still in her whipping bondage and that I could
change my mind at any moment was my turn-on. It was not that I
wanted to whip her. It was sufficient to know that if I decided
to I could, and that she knew very well that my whims decided
whether she got beaten or not. I think her father had whipped any
hope of fairness out of her long before I met her.

The first place we visited was the ice-cream parlour for Josie's
lollipop. As it happened the place was not very full, and the
tables had long cloths, almost to the floor. No lollies though. I
ordered an enormous strawberry ice cream for her instead.

"Actually," I said very quietly, "I do have a lollipop for you.
His name is Willie."

"What!"

"You go under the table and I let him loose and you suck him like
a lollipop."

"Oh, I couldn't!"

"Then it is lucky you are already dressed for a whipping, young
lady," I said. "We shall go home right this very minute."

"But we haven't seen the Zoo yet!"

"No."

"Then I'll try," she said. "I want to see the Zoo."

And that is how and where young Josie first sucked me off, the
first time of many. Her amateurish efforts took quite a while and
her astonishment when I came was very rewarding. I rate it far
from her most polished performance, but definitely the most
enjoyable so far.

******

When I arrived at her house for my weekly visit, Pam met me on
the doorstep with a grin. "I have a little surprise for you."

And when I entered the living room, there were two little bare
bottoms facing me from the corner, instead of the one I had
expected. Each small girl stood legs apart facing the wall.
Josie, Pam's eight-year-old step-daughter, was holding her dress
up to her waist, as was the rule when awaiting my Friday visit.
She was not allowed to wear panties on Fridays. The other child
was smaller, maybe a couple of years younger, and she was naked.
Her hands were clasped behind her neck. She stood head back, very
stiff, so that her cute little bottom stuck out in delicious
invitation.

"That little brat is Josie's young sister," said Pam. "Pissed in
her panties, she did, I had to put the dress in the wash. That's
the last time she wears panties in this house."

I was speechless. And delighted. "Is she yours?" I asked at last.
It was the first question that came into my head. Also the most
important one.

"Oh no, another fucking step-daughter, her Dad had her before I
married him, same as Josie. I been landed with both the little
fuckers. She's called Posie, believe it nor not, what a fucking
stupid name! My Mother-on-law has had Posie until now. We agreed
to take one kid each, see, when Saul died, but she says the
fucking kid is too much for her, wets her bed and pisses in her
knickers, like she just did. Gone back on the agreement, she has,
and Saul only in his grave these three months! So now the little
fucker has to live here or go into care.

"Let me see her," I said, trying to conceal my excitement without
any hope of success.

"Come here, Posie," said Pam. The child came reluctantly and
stood before us, hands still behind her head, but eyes on the
floor in front of her. She was another sturdy but slim child,
another blue eyed blonde, and she had the same cheeky looking
round shaped face as her elder sister. Neither would grow into
large women, I thought. It was a thought that pleased me. This
one still had that long cascade of golden hair that I had had cut
from Josie as it had got in the way when I whipped her, but it
was gathered together into a pony-tail at the back. I reached out
my hand to touch the child and she flinched away.

"This is Jim," Pam said. "You have pissed in your knickers so he
will punish you. And if you wet your bed he will whip you, just
like your Dad used to."

The child shivered and went a little white, bit her lip but said
nothing. Her blue eyes rose to me, full of fear, then she looked
down again.

"She's a bed-wetter!" said Pam. "I can't be doing with that. And
by what I been told she's been running wild since Saul died. And
he had to beat her quite a lot ever since she were a toddler.
She's worse than Josie, he always said. He certainly beat her
more than he did Josie. He didn't hold with bed wetting. He used
to hang her up on those hooks and whip her. He put them there
special."

I looked at the ceiling over the table, where there were the sort
of meat hooks that would be ok in a cellar but were out of place
here in the living room.. "Why two?"

"He liked her upside down, see, legs wide so he could get at her
proper. Said she must be whipped same place as where she pissed.
You better do the same."

"I suppose I should. I've been soft with Josie and it's worked
very well, but I think I have to be much harder with this one."

"Yes, I think so. She needs a much firmer hand than Josie does."

"How old is she?"

"Six last month."

"Did her Dad fuck her?"

"I dare say he did. Sounded like it sometimes, the way she
carried on when he went to their bedroom after a drop too much to
drink."

Was it possible so young? Frankly, I had no idea. But if so it
could well account for her being disturbed, if that was the
problem. A real challenge.

"And she's been naughty today?"

"I only fetched her this morning and she pissed in her knickers
already. Wet the dress as well, like I said, and I haven't
unpacked any others yet."

"And Josie, I suppose, has been good?" Josie would be paraded for
punishment regardless of her behaviour. I did not need an excuse
any more to spank Josie. We had a sort of an understanding, Josie
and I. I spanked her for my pleasure whenever I felt like it. She
didn't like it one little bit, but she had no say in the matter
and I took her out on trips which she really enjoyed. Of course I
did not whip her without good reason, which she had been very
careful not to give lately.

"Posie," I said, "you have been very naughty. Go back in the
corner, I will deal with your sister first, because she is older.
Josie, fetch me the slipper. I want to show your sister what a
spanking is like."

I gave Josie quite a severe slippering. My heart was not really
in it, but I hit hard and made her really wriggle and redden up
because it was for Posie to see. Only Posie would get it more so,
I promised myself. "Right," I said to Josie, as she stood up and
rubbed her bottom ruefully. I didn't even bother with the kiss.
"Go to bed," I said. "Now, you, Posie, you come here across my
knee."

"Must I?" she said to Pam. It was the first time I heard her
speak, and it was a pleasant little voice she had. A bit squeaky,
but time would cure that.

"Yes," said Pam. "Jim is the boss around here." She went to the
corner and seized the child by the ear and marched her to me,
dumping her face down in my lap, where she screamed and bawled
and kicked, and ended up wriggling off my lap onto the floor and
would have run off if I had not caught hold of her pigtail.

"Looks like she will have to be tied up every time you spank
her," said Pam. "You hold her and I'll go for Josie's whipping
bondage. You could whip her if you want. I can't get her into a
school here for quite a while, so nobody will see if she is
marked."

So I held the struggling child by her pony-tail and gripped her
naked squirming body with my other hand at her crotch, which
induced further convulsions and screams. I quickly stuffed my
handkerchief in her mouth, because of the neighbours. One day, I
determined, I would move this family I seemed to be acquiring
into a house with no nosy neighbours and allow the girls to
scream as much as they liked.

Pam came back and between us we soon had the rope harness on
Posie – it was very simple, just a rope round her waist to which
her wrists were secured near her hips, so she had no use of her
arms or hands.

"There," said Pam, as the child stood before us, heaving for
breath after her struggles, clenching and unclenching her little
fists. "Are you going to whip her?"

"Not this time," I said. "We will keep that for if she wets the
bed. The slipper will do nicely for now." I wanted to feel her
squirming in my lap. "I think you better tie her ankles together
though, and gag her properly. This looks like being a long job."

When that had been done I lifted her into my lap. "Now Posie," I
said, "if anyone is kind enough to correct you, you give them a
nice kiss."

I pressed her mouth to mine – and she spat out the handkerchief
and bit me!

"Right my girl!" I said in a fury. "That's it. You are really for
it now."

"I better gag her properly," said Pam, She had the ball gag
ready, I noticed, and she slid the elastic under the long hair so
the child still looked pretty even with a mouth full of rubber..

I held her writhing form face down with my left hand and wielded
the heavy slipper with my right. There was a good solid sound to
each blow and a very satisfactory squirm upon my penis from that
suffering little body. I kept it up for several minutes, and she
reddened up nicely. Slippering Posie was far more satisfactory
than slippering Josie, and I really relished it and hit all the
harder for that. I would keep Josie as a companion, I decided,
and beat this one instead.

And then I realised that my trousers were suddenly wet.

"She's pissed on me, by God!" I shouted, jumping up so that she
fell to the floor with a thump, where she lay sobbing her heart
out. I think she knew exactly what would happen next.

"Now she's for it," I said grimly, prodding her with my shoe. I
managed to resist kicking her, just.

"Hoist the little fucker, is it?" asked Pam, wiping me down as
best she could. "No," I said, although I was sorely tempted.
"What her Father did is a bit extreme for me. Just hold her on
the table with her legs up."

Pam held her down with the ankles to her chin, but in doing so
she got in the way of my belt.

"I think I have a strap will go round her," she said. "Hold her
there, I won't be a moment."

I held the struggling child as Pam had had her, legs bent up
towards her face, until Pam retuned with the strap. It just went
round Posie's little body nicely, round her plump little up-bent
thighs, just below the knees. When the strap was buckled tight
the child was held wide open, her slit and arsehole beautifully
exposed. Her buttocks and the tender undersides of her thighs
made a continuous large area for of tender flesh to be beaten.
And of course her wrists were already bound near her hips. She
made a delicious bundle, squirming around on the table-top. The
only problem was that when I released her legs they stuck up in
the air instead and waved about, but they were not a major
problem.

As I stood over her with the whip she looked up at me between her
flailing legs and went frantic, throwing herself around like
crazy.

"If I whip her, Pam," I said. "We have nothing in reserve in case
she wets the bed." I laid the whip aside and picked up the belt.
"I can use slipper, hairbrush or belt in this position." I held
the slipper up for her to see, and brought it down on her cleft
with a crack, then the hairbrush, then the belt. Her body jumped
about the same each time.

"Why not use them all?"

"Why not indeed?"

Pam had the meal ready by the time I had finished with both the
slipper and the hairbrush. My method was left cheek, right cheek,
and one in the middle. But Pam is a great cook. "The belt is
still to come," I told the sobbing child, laying it across her
buttocks, and we left her beside us on the table-top to reflect
on that and used the other half of the table for our meal.

"So," Pam said, pouring the wine. "What do you think of Posie?"

"I think we should keep her," I said. "It would be a shame to let
her go into care." I had already assigned the two girls roles in
my mind. Josie would be my little courtesan and Posie the
whipping girl. No mercy for Posie. She was just there to be
beaten, I decided. I had never been completely ruthless with
Josie, but I would be with Posie.

Pam cleared her throat. "Good," she said, "because I got more
news."

"Oh yes?"

"I am pregnant and, listen to this, the Hospital says it's going
to be a girl. Mine this time! Reckon I'll have to call her Rosie.
I'm having no more trouble from out of hand kids, we shall stand
no nonsense from her. Her nickname shall be rosy bottom.".

It took me a while to get my breath back. "We?" I asked at last.

"Well, you'll help me, won't you? It needs a man's hand, and you
are so good with Josie. She says she had a lovely time last
weekend, went to the seaside and the Zoo and a posh Restaurant
and she got some money out of a wall for me. And she says you
have a right posh car. I reckon you must be a bit of a dark
horse, a ton richer than I thought."

It was time to come clean. "I rather think we need a little chat,
Pam, you and I." I pulled Posie towards me and fingered her
sensitive parts. It made her wriggle beautifully, but there was
no way she could escape my probing fingers.

"I wonder if she is a virgin?"

"Does it matter? She's there, ain't she? Put her on the floor and
have a go at her, if you want."

"You really don't mind what I do, do you?"

"No," she said. "You have a totally free hand with the kids, Jim.
So, do you have a plan for three of the little fuckers?"

"You really want me to discipline Rosie as well, when she comes?
Even though she isn't a step child?"

"Sure. Won't bother me what you do to her. I have to see to the
future, right, three mouths to feed and no man about the place.
Got to keep a roof over their fucking heads. Anyway, I think you
are good for them. Josie is much happier now, even though you did
whip her."

"I made Josie suck me off," I said. I was quite ashamed of that.

"Good for you. Stand her in good stead when she's older. You can
fuck her if you want. Her Dad certainly did."

An excellent attitude. I didn't think I was into fucking an eight
year old, never mind a six-year-old, but between them I could be
kept really happy for the next twelve years or so. And then there
would be Rosie. We would see about her in due course, no doubt.

"All right then," I said. "I confess. I am rich. As a matter of
fact I am fucking filthy rich, as you would say. And nobody to
leave it to."

Her cunning little eyes shone with greed.

"We oughter be married," she said. "Then they are your fucking
daughters all legal like and you can do what you like to them
without worrying about it being on your conscience, because they
are going to be yrich one day."

"I would set up trust funds for them."

"Sure, whatever. So long as I am living good with no money
worries I don't care about nothing. I shall spend a fucking lot
of your money and have a right good time. A credit card with a
whopping great limit that you keep paying off, how about that?
Maybe I'll travel a lot and leave you with the fucking kids." "No
problem," I said. "We'll get a house with a flat for you in it,
then you can entertain without being bothered with the children.
In a mansion with no close neighbours. Maybe a country estate.
Agreed?"

"Agreed! A rich husband who doesn't mind what I do? A country
estate with my own rooms to entertain my boy friends? I like the
sound of that, as long as it's near a big city."

"Right," I said. "It's a deal. I'll set everything up. Now, I
must go and say goodnight to Josie."

"You might as well stay the night, Jim," she said. "After you
finish with Posie."

"Why yes," I said, "I rather think I will." I would be in just
the right mood to share Josie's bed, which, fortunately, was full
size.

I really let go with the belt and soon had Posie writhing around
on the table. The power I had over her was delicious. Left,
right, center, left right center, left right –

"Hey!" came a small voice from the door, "what about me? Don't I
get a turn?"

Josie looked real cute in her see-through nightie that barely
reached her luscious little bottom and certainly did not conceal
the fact that she did not wear panties in bed.

"Your little sister has had enough really," I said. "I am going
to take her to the bathroom to pee and then fetch her to bed with
us."

"No way," said Josie. "Fetch her to bed with us? No way. She was
real naughty. I'll spank her as well and then you take your
favourite little slave-girl to bed and teach her more about
sucking you off and all that stuff. I'll play the game where I
creep in at the bottom of the bed and lick your legs all the way
up to…"

"OK, OK," I said. I handed her the belt. "You can let her go when
you have finished. Don't be long."

By the sound of the belt on bare flesh as I went upstairs, Josie
was stronger than I had thought.