Staci Takes Charge - Chapter 3 - Brutal 12-year-old

By LoveEmYoung

Story Codes: FemDom, preteen, ws

I quickly pulled back from my young Mistress leaving her with, at
first, a very puzzled look and then an angry one.  Although the
last thing I desired, at this point, was to push Staci away, I
instinctively knew...even though this entire relationship was
uncharted territory...that I had to try to keep this as a purely
physical relationship.  The problem was going to be in putting
this to Staci in a way that her immature 12-year-old mind could
comprehend and accept.

"I'm so incredibly sorry Mistress...and I absolutely loved the
feel of your incredible breasts, but I felt like something
happened during that spanking...and with the kiss after...that
was very troubling for you emotionally.  Staci, I've known you
since you were six years old and I have always looked at you and
Sam as my adopted daughters you guys have spent so very much time
here with us and I love and adore you both.  That's a little bit
of why entering into this relationship with you is, on the one
hand, the most exciting thing I've ever done in my life, but on
the other hand, somewhat sad because I'm losing that type of
relationship with you.  This is very hard for me to say, and may
be difficult for you to accept, but I think we have got to do
everything possible to keep this activity on a purely physical
level and not bring emotions into it.  I know that sounds mean
and, believe me, I am here for you in whatever capacity you need
me to be.  I just don't want you to get hurt by this.  I hope you
can understand.  Is there anything you wish to talk about? 
Ashley has told me about the punishment sessions your dad does
with you and Sam, so I'm here for you in whatever manner you
need."

"I'm sorry about that Josh.  I'm glad Ash told you about those
times.  My dad has hurt me and Sammie so much at times and mom
just sits there and lets it happen.  And don't worry...I'm not
gonna fall in love with you.  Geez you're a pussyboy old fuck...I
can do a hell of a lot better than you shithead, so don't go
getting all girlie on me.  And if I do talk with you about shit,
it's only cause you're the only adult I can talk to about that
kinda stuff.  Oh, and one more thing.  If you ever pull away from
me again like that, I'll ram a baseball bat so far up your ass
you won't sit for a month!  Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress.  I'm so sorry that I upset you."

"I think that calls for another punishment session, only this
time I'm gonna try out this whip looking thing.  What the hell is
it and how do you use it?  All I know is it sure looks like it's
gonna hurt like shit."

"That's actually horse tack Mistress.  It's called a Dressage
whip and in riding it's just used to get the horses attention,
but you can use it two ways.  Here let me show you on this sofa
cushion.  If you just hold it and make it go back and forth
really fast like this...it's like a hundred little bee stings on
whatever body part you are using it on.  And if you just use it
to smack like this...it leaves really painful red lines almost
like a cane."

"Oooo...I love it.  Give me that and bend over the end of the
couch.  You're gonna really wish you hadn't rejected my kind
gesture."

WHACK "OWWW" WHACK "AYYYYEE" WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.

At that point I could stand no more and rolled onto the floor
crying like a little girl.

WHACK, Mistress wasn't nearly done and hit me across my belly. 
When I grabbed it, WHACK, it came down across the tops of my
thighs.  Finally showing me mercy, Mistress stopped hitting me
and sat down on the couch.  I managed, after a couple of minutes
of sobbing, to crawl to her and kiss her feet and thank her for
giving me my much deserved punishment so well.

"I'd say it would be a really good idea fuckface to enjoy the
moment if I ever allow you to touch me in a private place again."

"Believe me Mistress, I will gladly accept any gesture you ever
make to me in the future.  Is there any way I may serve you now
my wonderful, compassionate Mistress?"

"Yeah.  Give me the remote and get your worthless ass in the
kitchen and make me something to eat.  Oh, and I'd better like
what you make if you ever hope to be able to sit down again!"

I handed Staci the TV remote and scurried into the kitchen.  I
knew two things right now.  One, we really needed to go over the
whole safe word concept and two; 12-year-old girls can be
brutally mean.

"Here you are Mistress.  I've made you a grilled cheese sandwich
with three different kinds of cheese and paired it with a pickle
and some cheddar cheese chips.  I sincerely hope you like it."

"Thanks shithead.  Now, what would you normally do while your
Mistress relaxes and enjoys her lunch?"

"Well I could massage and worship your beautiful feet."

"That sounds great.  Get to it."

"Yes Mistress."

I took her right foot into my hand and started manipulating her
muscles gently.  I then started to kiss and lick her entire foot
and suck on her sweet little toes.  She seemed to like this so I
switched up and did the same to the left.  I really couldn't
believe how incredibly lucky I was that this gorgeous little
woman was allowing me to have this kind of intimate contact with
her.  I knew, at that moment, that even if the cops burst in the
door at that moment and took me away for life, I'd still feel
like the luckiest man alive.  Mistress then brought me out of my
romantic dream world with a sharp smack up side my head and the
words that would change my life forever..."Quit fucking
slobbering all over my feet you dickless pile of shit!"

And there it was.  The 12-year-old was back in full bloom.  "I'm
so sorry Mistress."

"Uh, Mistress, may I discuss something with you?"

"What now?  You're not gonna go all weepy on me again are you?"

"No Mistress.  You remember yesterday when I told you about the
basis for a D&s relationship that one of the requirements was
that it be safe?  Well part of that safe thing is the use of safe
words."

"What the fuck is that?"

"Safe words are words that I can say that will let you know that
either you need to slow down what you are doing because it's
getting near my limits or you are already there and need to stop
what you're doing immediately."

"Whah, whah, whah...so I got a little carried away and left a few
stripes on you.  Are you gonna fucking cry about everything we
do?  Cause if you are I'm not sure this is worth the bullshit."

"Oh no no not at all Mistress.  What you did to me before was
fine.  In fact I'll be touching these marks and thinking about
you for days.  I love these, they let me know that you care
enough to punish me sternly when I misbehave."  Safe words are
mainly if an activity is getting unsafe.  It's just a way for me
to be able to let you know.  I hardly ever use them and once you
are a bit more experienced and we've played together a few times
you will know how much I can take and will, no doubt, respect my
limits."

"Ok, ok...blah blah blah...what are your stupid safe words?"

"Well, since a submissive loves to beg for his Mistress to stop
as part of his fun...and, by the way, don't ever pay any
attention to my begging...we use words that have nothing to do
with our play activities.  I've always used "yellow" as a signal
to slow down and "red" as the signal to stop.  Okay Mistress?"

"Alright, whatever.  So what can we do now?"

"Anything your heart desires Mistress."

"Ok, I need to piss bad and I feel like doing it all over you."

"YES Mistress."  I shouted and made a beeline for the bathroom. 
By the time Staci got in there I was already lying in the tub on
my back waiting for her to cover me in her golden liquid.

"Geez shithead, could you be more eager.  I might start thinking
you're some kind of fucking perv that just wants to see my sweet
little girl pussy and molest me."

"Guilty as charged Mistress...on all counts."

Staci proceeded to pull off her shorts and panties and gave me my
first look at her fine little pussy.  I could see that she had
yet to start growing any pubic hair and her little outer lips hid
all the best parts from my view.

"I have a great idea Joshie...close your eyes and open your mouth
and Staci will give you a big surprise."

I did as I was told and Staci shoved her soiled panties into my
mouth and told me to close now and open my eyes.  Her panties had
a somewhat sour taste of a mixture of sweat and piss...mixed
with, what I could only assume at that time, was her little girl
juices.  It was like ambrosia to me.  Staci then climbed into the
tub, jutted out her pelvis while straddling me and proceeded to
let fly a steady stream of piss the covered me from my chest to
my clitty.  Even with the panties in my mouth, I was able to
catch a few drops in my mouth and it made me gag a little.  I was
really hoping she hadn't noticed and that I would be able to get
used to it, cause I wanted so badly to get to where the only
thing she ever pissed in when we were together was my mouth.

"Ok pussyboy, give me my panties back and start making me happy.
I sure hope Ash was right when she told me that you have a REALLY
talented tongue."

With that, Staci moved down and squatted on my chest and planted
her pussy right on my mouth.  I wanted to savor this first taste
so much that I just ran my tongue up and down her slit to clean
her.  After a couple of strokes I split her lips with my tongue
and stuck it as far up her immature little hole as I could.  For
some reason, I was almost shocked when my tongue came into
contact with what I could only assume was her hymen.  I don't
know why, but when she told me about all the porn stuff she
watches I just assumed that she wouldn't any longer have her
virginity.  WAIT!!! What had she said about Ashley?  Did she
really say that Ashley told her I had a talented tongue?  Oh my
God!  I've never laid a finger...let alone a tongue on my sweet
little daughter.  Where the fuck had that come from?  Even though
I had lost all my concentration, apparently I was doing a good
enough job that Staci started to shudder and shake a bit as she
also clamped her thighs around my head really hard.  I could only
assume she was having an orgasm.  When she finished she got up on
wobbly legs and put her shorts back on.

"Damn pussyboy...that was incredible.  That was the best cum I
ever had.  You really are talented."

After she said that again, she turned and left the room, leaving
me there covered in her piss with my head about to explode.  I
got up and climbed into the shower to wash up so I could talk
with Staci about her revelation.  When I got out to the living
room, she had fallen asleep on the couch and all I could do was
sit in the chair across from her and watch her sleep and
contemplate what I was going to say when she woke up.