Little Jimmy kissed Tessa. His lips pressed tight against hers, their breath mingling, sharing a rhythm, a love beat. He pushed his six-year old tongue past her lips and into her waiting mouth. He paused to explore her front teeth before pressing onward and inward. Their tongues intertwined in a dance befitting a royal ballet.

Tessa sighed as Jimmy slipped his hand under her bikini bottom. Her cunnie was hot and wet as he slid his hand over her pubes and then began rubbing his finger against her clit.

"I love older girls" He said when they paused to catch their breath.

Tessa, who was nine, told him to shut up and kiss her.

It was a perfect day on a sunny beach filled with white sand. A gentle cool breeze wafted across the water, caressing her blond hair. Then a cramp struck her in the lower back.

Tessa woke with a start. She felt the rough cold wall pressing into her back. Her father had intended to plaster that wall, but lost interest after applying a 'scratch-coat' so the wall was crisscrossed with grooves. Her back spasmed again, bouncing her against the wall painfully. There was nothing she could do but ride it out.

It was pitch dark in the little room off the basement. Tessa had been standing there for who knows how long. She no choice but to stand. The metal handcuffs on her wrists were swivel-clipped to a chain high over her head. She could barely stand on tiptoe. Handcuffs on her ankles were swivel-clipped to a chain bolted to the concrete floor so she couldn't lift her legs. All she could do was stand there stretching upwards trying to relieve the strain on her wrists and shoulders.

Tessa worked her jaw. The corners of her mouth were pulled back by a bit made from the thin handle from an old wooden spoon that had broken when she received her first spanking. She hated the taste of the thing. It was a painful, humiliating tool that was used whenever her mouth got the best of her, which was often. The worst came when she would use one of the seven deadly words. Then the spoon handle would be covered with her own poop before being tied in her mouth. As her father said, "Shit out, shit in."

The door opened and Tessa was bathed in light. She was wearing a black two-piece bikini that was her summer favorite even though it was too small two seasons ago. She squinted into the light trying to see who was standing in the door. She already knew who it would be. It would be her father.

Her father spoke. "Are you ready to do what I've asked you to do, young lady?"

Tessa could have spoken; the gag hurt her mouth but didn't keep her from talking. She just glared at him, defiant.

Her father reached to one side and picked up the bucket that he had put there before opening the door. He tossed the contents on Tessa's dangling body, taking care to cover her from head to toe. She sucked in air sharply as the cold water struck her skin. She let out a shriek. Her father slammed the door shut and Tessa was left alone again to shiver in the dark. She sniffed. She knew exactly where this water came from. It was from the bucket that was always under the kitchen sink to catch the drip from the trap. It stank.

"Why am I being so stubborn", she asked herself. It wasn't as if her Father had asked her to do something that she hadn't already done many times before. It was the principle of the thing. Father's shouldn't expect their daughters to do such things. Not in this day!

After a while the door opened again. Her father asked her the same question. Her glare was enough of an answer. Grasping her by the hips he spun her around to face the wall. He reached into his back pocket and removed a wooden ruler that was well worn from use. He used it to good effect and when he was done, Tessa's butt was red and swollen. The back of her legs were marked as though a strap had been used on them.

Her father slammed the door, leaving Tessa in the dark to cry alone.

The door opened for the third time. The question was the same. The answer was the same.

Tessa's father spun her so her back was against the wall again. He pulled her head forward and then used a plastic cable tie across her elbows to draw her arms close so she couldn't lift her head very far. She watched as he donned a latex glove and then opened a jar. She knew the smell of the goo inside. She hated that smell. She tried to slide sideways to get away from the hand that was reaching for her cunnie, but she couldn't get away. Her father liberally coated her cunnie and butthole with the goo, inside and outside. It was cool and felt really good to Tessa, though she knew that this feeling was a lie. She couldn't help but think of Jimmy East and their trip to the beach earlier that summer.

Tessa was shocked out of her reverie by the sound of the door slamming shut. "Does he have to do that?" She thought. "That is so annoying."

The sports gel kicked in like a crazed mule. Tessa involuntarily arched her back and her head slammed backwards, thankfully against her arms instead of the concrete wall. Mentally she thanked her father. Then her swollen butt slammed against the rough wall and she forgot all about anything but the pain. She could feel the wall scratching her back and butt as she writhed and twisted, her butt slamming again and again until it was numb.

When the burning subsided Tessa hung from her wrists, spent. Her skin was covered in sweat. Drool poured from her open mouth and coated her budding chest.

The door opened again.

This time her father just stood there, looking, waiting. Tessa met his gaze as best she could with her head held down like it was.

Her father stepped in to the room and squatted in front of her. He made sure that her attention was focused on him as he held up an object. A small object. A rubber object.

Tessa's eyes never left the object as her father made ready to use it. He placed it against her cunnie and prepared to snap the rubber band.

Tessa screamed, "No, no...I'll do it...I'll do it..." She was too late. She jumped as the rubber snapped home against her tender flesh. She stiffened before collapsing sobbing.

"I'll..." Sob "do..." Sob "it..."

Unchained, gag removed, Tessa walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Her head hung down, defeated. She was still sobbing and her aching body protested every movement.

Tessa took a quick shower. She knew that she had to smell nice for... "No use crying about it," she thought. "Let's just get it over with."

On her bed was her school uniform. She was home schooled so it was a very short white pleated tennis skirt over suntan lycra stockings and no panty. Her top was made from a large sheer scarf worn diagonally so the points were on her chest and back. A hole was sown into the middle large enough for Tessa to fit it over her head. It used to be longer on her, but she had grown and so it barely covered her nippies. She donned her bow tie, which was actually a leather collar with a short leash dangling from her front. She slipped her feet into a pair of shiny black patent ballet heels and laced them up tight. Standing she walked with the ease of much practice over to her makeup table where she painted her lips a bright glossy red and her eyelids a mellow shade of blue. Finally she put her long hair up in pigtails.

Dejected and resigned Tessa went back downstairs and into the family room. Her father was sitting there in his favorite easy chair. She saw that her father had a guest. A gorgeous female guest, a dear friend of her father's from Europe. She was dressed in a mini power suit and studied Tessa with an intensity born of high intelligence.

Tessa curtsied like a good girl and looked to her father one more time, hoping that he would change his mind. He responded to her hopeful look by snapping the rubber band against the arm of the chair.

So with a heavy heart, and a heavy sigh, Tessa sat at the piano and played Mozart.