Chapter 1 - Visiting Mommy's Boss

"But Mommy, I don't want to go to Mr. Thompson's house. The last time you took me there, well... and I know you told me not to talk about it, but he was 'naughty.' He did naughty things after you left. And he took pictures of me. I don't want to go to his house again."

The red polish on Cindy's fingernails and toenails was dry now, but the tips of her blond curls were still damp from her bath. The blue-eyed nine year old was wearing a dress from a year ago, which Cindy thought was way too short on her this year - and tight, too. Even though she didn't have breasts to speak of, her hips were getting bigger, and her waist was narrower. She had a cute 'bubble butt.'

"You want to go out trick-or-treating with your friends next week, don't you - your three other little girl friends in the fifth grade? You're almost nine and a half years old now. You need to get out of your shell, Cindy. The last time you went to his house - and you were only there for a few hours before he called me to pick you up, well, I got a raise at work after that. And I need another raise, and he said, maybe even a bonus if you cooperate and do a good job modeling. Let me put this lipstick on you. Hold still. If you don't go to his house to try on the Halloween costumes for him, then I won't let you go trick-or-treating with your friends next week. He won't hurt you. If you do a good job tonight - playing games with him and modeling, then I'll let you go with your friend Lexi next month to stay with her rich aunt. You said you had a good time the last time you spent the night there. You want to go stay with Lexi in her aunt's big house, don't you?"

"Yes, but..." Cindy started to cry.

"Stop your crying, Young Lady! If you don't go to his house with me tonight, then you can't go trick or treating next week! And you can't go stay with Lexi and her aunt! You want to go out with your friends, don't you?"

"Yes, but I mean..."

"We are going tonight, and that's final!"

"But will you stay there with me?"

"Yes, I will stay there for a while. Maybe for the whole time. He told me you were so cute. You can put on some of his Halloween costumes and say 'trick or treat' to him. I bet he'll give you something - probably a dollar or maybe some candy - each time you model another costume for him. He said he thinks you're cute enough to be a real model. He said he has a friend who hires models about your age for his specialty catalogs."

Cindy stopped crying, and wiped her nose on a paper napkin from the table. "He said that? Really?"

"Yes, he did. He told me he thought you were very cute, which is why he wants you to model some Halloween costumes for him. So he can take pictures. Like a real model. You might have fun. And I'll be in the house with you, at least for an hour or so."

"Well, maybe, if you stay there with me." Sniff, sniff. "And last time, and I know you told me not to talk about it, and I didn't talk about it, but he spanked me. He pulled down my panties! It was so embarrassing. And the spankings hurt! Then, like with his finger... it hurt at first. His finger was too big and I told him not to push it in, but he did anyway, and it hurt the first time he pushed it in me. You know - like down there. I said, 'Ouch!' but he kept doing it, only it didn't hurt after that first time. He said he had to get me loosened up. I was crying at first, but then it stopped hurting and just felt funny, and he kept doing it because I stopped crying. He kept on loosening me up in front of a camera. It was so embarrassing, especially in front of his camera."

"But you're older now, Cindy. And by the way, lots of kids get bare-bottom spankings, so don't go complaining about that. Think of all the times you deserved a good spanking, but I didn't do it. Think of it as if he was spanking you for me!" She applied red lipstick to her daughter's full lips. "There, your bright red lipstick matches your fingernails and toenails. I'll put white ribbons in your pretty, blond hair after I brush it out. I want you to look your best tonight. Maybe you'll really get to model!"

"Yes, you told me that he was making up for the spankings you never gave me when you took me to his house last school year over our Christmas break. I had to spend a couple more hours there after you left, and you said I should let him spank me. Only, well, I didn't tell you this, but he pulled my panties down. And I had to bend over. He took pictures of me in funny positions. He even tied me up to tickle me, but actually, that was kind of funny and I couldn't keep from giggling. But it was so embarrassing without my panties on, and in front of his camera that he had set up near his bed."

"Cindy! That's enough. I told you we wouldn't talk about it. And I did get a raise, and that has really helped us. He wouldn't have given me the raise otherwise. That's what he said. He said you were so cute and that you usually did a good job following directions, even though you were crying some of the time, and that's why he gave me the raise. He told me he was sorry if he hurt you, even though he didn't mean to. He said you were laughing when he tied you up and tickled you later on, after the spankings."

"It didn't hurt that bad, I guess, but it was so embarrassing, like when he pulled down my pants and panties and spanked my bare bottom and tickled me while I was tied up. I was in embarrassing positions while he tickled me. He even took pictures with my panties off while I was tied open. And his finger was too big, especially the first time he pushed it in me."

"Just be glad he thinks you're cute. Last month I gave him some of your clothes and even a pair of shoes, so he could get costumes in just the right sizes for you. He said he got several cute outfits for you, and now he wants to take pictures of you. I told him last week that you would be glad to model for him again. I didn't tell you until today, because I didn't want to fight with you about this. You are going young lady. If you want, I could tell him that you don't want him to spank your bare bottom. We're leaving in a few minutes. That's why I had you take a bath when you got home from school today. Tomorrow is Saturday, so you can sleep late. If you do this, then I'll let you go trick-or-treating with your friends next week. If you don't do it, then you're grounded for a whole month - no TV, no friends over, no going anywhere, no phone calls, no riding your bicycle." She looked at Cindy's hands. "I can take off the fingernail and toenail polish Sunday a fternoon, or you can leave it on. We'll see how you feel about it on Sunday."

"But, Mommy!" Cindy started to cry again. "What if he does naughty things?"

"That's enough. Stop it. We're going! I've got a Halloween bag for you in the car - for any candy or money you get."

"OK, I'll go, but you have to tell him not to spank me on my bare bottom!"

"I'll tell him that, but if he insists on that, then by God, you'd better let him. You're nine years old, Cindy. This is important for us. Last Christmas you were still only eight when we went to visit him, almost a whole year ago, so maybe this Halloween you'll learn to enjoy modeling and playing some of his games. Don't tell me about it, and you'd darned well never tell anybody else either! Or I'll give you a bare-ass spanking that you'll never forget!"

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Chapter 2 - Mr Thompson's House (Cindy gets her first Pussy Spanking)

Mr. Thompson greeted them at the door. "Ah, Cindy, you look so cute tonight. I'm glad you brought your Halloween bag with you. We can play trick or treat later. And we might play other games with little prizes, too. And you look good, too, Charlotte. I hope you can stay for a little while and have a drink with me while Cindy tries on the first outfit and gets more comfortable with me. I have a room set up like a little photo studio in the basement. And I've also fixed up the bathroom and my bedroom with extra lights, so we can take pictures and video in different rooms tonight. Did she have a bath today after school?" The way he was looking at Cindy made her blush, and look down.

Charlotte, Cindy's twenty-six year old Mother, said, "Yes, Sir, she had a long bath, and I even put in perfumed bubble bath, so she smells fresh and she's clean all over, since she'll be wearing some of your outfits. She's wearing jeans, but has on brand new panties underneath, so she looks so pretty and feminine."

Cindy was watching them. Mr. Thompson was acting nicer this year. As usual, he was wearing dress pants and a white shirt and tie. He even had soft drinks and snacks set out for her. He handed her Mother a glass of red wine. Cindy felt relieved that her Mother would be staying there, thinking that he wouldn't do naughty things if she was there. She was embarrassed that her Mother mentioned the new panties. Cindy thought they were cute and sexy, but she didn't want Mr. Thompson to see them. You could kind of see through the lace and see her skin.

The three of them sat on the big sofa. There were five, or maybe more, costumes laid out on the sturdy coffee table in front of them. Mr. Thompson said, "Some of the costumes have lacy, thigh-high hose, Cindy. Remember last year when I showed you how to put on a garter belt?"

"Yes." She said, looking at the things on the table. She picked up a frilly, short skirt that she could see through. There was a matching top "I can see my hand through this." She said.

"It's so pretty." Charlotte said. "I would have loved wearing something like that when I was a little girl" She looked at Mr. Thompson. "I told her you might have a friend who could use her as a model for a specialty catalog - with outfits kind of like this."

"Actually I do." He said. "Cindy is such a pretty model. I'm hoping that after tonight, if she has a good time, that she will come over more often to model for me, and maybe for my friend, too. For a nice bonus, of course."

Cindy smiled at the compliment, but said she had so much homework this year, that she probably couldn't come very often. Then she said, "And Mommy said that if I try on a costume and let you take pictures, and if I say, 'trick or treat,' that you might give me a dollar."

"Cindy! Remember your manners. Yes, she will come more often if you or your friend would like to use her as a model. Or she could wear a costume and help you around the house. Anything she can do to help you would be fine. But... umm... well, I promised to tell you that she doesn't want any hard spankings on her bare bottom this year."

"Oh, dear. I'm sorry. Were those spankings too hard when you were here ten months ago, Cindy?"

"Yes." She was still holding the short, frilly, ultra sheer skirt in her hands; staring at it. "It hurt my bottom." She said.

"He has to spank me sometimes, Cindy. I've never told you that, but if I make a mistake at work, then sometimes he has to spank me. It's why I get home late some nights. Mr. Thompson is the boss, and I have to do what he says."

Cindy's mouth dropped open as she listened. "You?" At first she thought that her Mom was kidding, but she looked serious. She also seemed worried, as if this was very important.

Mr. Thompson said, "Yes, sometimes I have to spank your Mother, Cindy, only much harder than I spanked you last year. But it did make your cute, little bottom a nice rosy red. Remember, I took pictures because it was so cute?"

"Yes. That was embarrassing. I couldn't hold still."

"Please, Mr. Thompson." Charlotte said, "Please don't spank her as hard as you spank me. I told her to do everything you tell her to do - to model the costumes, or whatever you want her to do, so please don't spank her as hard as you spank me. She's a good girl most of the time. I tried to tell her that if you spank her, it's to make up for the times she deserves a good, hard spanking, but I didn't give her one. So it's my fault if she doesn't cooperate for you quick enough, Mr. Thompson."

Mr. Thompson looked suddenly serious. "Tell you what. If I do spank her tonight, and I'm planning to, I won't have to spank her on her bare bottom, unless she wants a 'treat.' If she balks..." He looked at Cindy, "'balks' means if you don't want to let me - if you don't get into position for me right away, then I'll have to spank your Mother twice as hard on Monday after work. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Cindy said, picking up the 'Sir' from her Mother.

"A toast." Charlotte said, holding up her almost finished glass of wine. Mr. Thompson held up his glass to them both. So Cindy held up her glass of pop. They toasted. "To soft spankings tonight." Then they touched their glasses together and each of them took a sip.

"Soft spankings on a cute, little, bare bottom." He said. He looked at Cindy. "Say it, Cindy: 'Here's to soft spankings on my bare bottom.'"

She looked at her Mommy, who nodded.

Cindy blushed as she said, "Here's to soft spankings on my bare bottom."

The three of them clinked their glasses together again, and each took a sip.

Charlotte said, "I hope you like her new panties, Mr. Thompson, I mean before you take them off of her for the spankings and pictures. I told her to let you spank you and help her change her costumes, so she knows you will have to touch her on her private places."

"Yes." He smiled. "And I have other panties for her tonight, too. If my friend can come over, I'm sure he will bring other outfits."

Cindy looked at the fancy, platform, high-heeled shoes on the end of the large coffee table, and picked up the left one. "I would be taller in these." She smiled.

Mr. Thompson said, "There are other costumes, too, Cindy. Even a little baby costume with diapers and a funny-looking pacifier. Drink lots of pop so you can wet your diaper later. But now, take the white outfit, white hose, the black garter belt, the red panties, and white high heels, and the little skirt and top you've been looking at, on back to my bedroom and try them on. We'll wait out here and have another drink. I think that would be great for your first costume tonight."

"But you could see my panties through the skirt!" Cindy said, sounding scared again.

"You don't have to wear the panties, Cindy. Just wear the outfit without the panties if you don't want me to see the panties on you. You could leave them out here. And don't wear your panties under the skirt. That's an order."

Cindy sat still for a minute. She looked at both adults and neither said anything else. She picked up the clothes, including the panties. "I'll take the panties with me. I mean they are pretty." She said, and walked toward the bedrooms.

Mr. Thompson said, "You remember which one is my bedroom, don't you, Cindy? It's where I tied you up last year, and then tickled you. You remember that, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

Cindy heard Mr. Thompson telling her Mom that he had tied her in several different positions across his bed, sometimes with pillows under her hips, and he tickled her. "I like to hear little girls giggle." He said.

Cindy closed the door and undressed, leaving her clothes on top of his bed. She saw coils of white, cotton rope on his night stand next to his big, four-poster bed. She remembered that night ten months ago when he tied her in different positions and she was only wearing the little, lacy, semi-sheer panties and nothing else. He tied her and took pictures and then tickled her. Then he cut the sides of the panties with a scissors while I held still and told me that if I could lie still then he wouldn't see my private parts, but when he tickled me I giggled and was wiggling all around, so they weren't even near me when he got his camera. I was on my back with my legs and arms stretched out, like in a big "X," and he took pictures of me that way.

Cindy remembered that she didn't like it at the time, but now just the thought of it - and seeing the ropes - gave her tingles between her legs. There were strap-on, fuzzy, wrist and ankle straps she had worn on her last visit for the tickling session. She remembered that he told her that the games would be more fun without panties. And he had said, "Maybe next year we could do lots of other fun games - games that will feel really, really good to you." When Cindy remembered that, she felt another big tingle shoot through her pussy up to her belly button. She noticed the other things on his night stand and wondered what they were for. There was a big feather, a blindfold, a collar for a big dog, a paint-stirring stick - all strange things. She knew that one thing was something a jockey would hit his horse with. There were two, pink plastic things. One was about as big as a man's finger and the other one was bigger and bigger. They looked kind of like flashlights , but there wasn't a light bulb or lens at the end of them. They were just rounded off at the end. There were other things she couldn't figure out at all. Cindy picked up each item and looked at it, wondering about the purpose of each thing. She wasn't sure, but knew on some level each piece was for doing something naughty. The next tingle made her hips move of their own accord, which surprised her. She wanted to know what the things were for, and wondered how long her Mother would stay.

She remembered to put on the garter belt first. The black straps with hooks on the ends were bouncing against her slim legs. She put on the white, lacy, thigh-high hose and fastened the snaps. Then she put on the pink, hip-hugger, semi-sheer, red panties, remembering that on her last visit, Mr. Thompson told her to put on the garter belt and hose first so that it would be easier to take off the panties if she had to pee. Then she remembered that when she did have to pee, he made her sit with her knees apart so he could get a close-up video of her peeing. That was really naughty, but she had to pee really bad so she let him take a video of her. Cindy thought about peeing in diapers later on, and wondered what that would feel like. She could see through her panties in places between the lacy flowers embroidered into the fabric. After putting on the open-toe, high heeled, platform shoes, she walked around the room - feeling taller and more grown up. The red lipstick and fingernail polish helped her feel more grown up, too. The ultra-sheer, very short skirt and matching top, which only came down to her belly button completed her outfit. The white, semi-sheer skirt and top matched the ribbons in her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, finding it difficult to stand still. Cindy thought that it must be the shoes making her hips wiggle like that.

Cindy felt herself trembling and also tingling between her legs as she walked back into the living room. He Mom was still there, and now Mr. Thompson had a whole bottle of wine sitting next to the lamp on the end table next to where he was sitting on the couch. Her Mom's glass was full again. She took a sip. That's when Cindy noticed an envelope in her Mom's other hand.

Both adults complimented Cindy on how well she was walking in the platform heels. Mr. Thompson complimented her on her poise and red nail polish and lipstick.

Charlotte said, "You suggested red nail polish, so I got her ready for you."

"Yes, indeed. She looks exquisite." He said, "Come sit on my lap, My, tall little beauty."

Cindy was hesitant, but her Mom said, "Do as he says, Honey. He won't bite you."

"I know." Cindy said, and smiled. "Maybe you can go now, Mommy, so we can do the pictures and play 'trick or treat.' It's OK, because he said he wouldn't spank me too hard, so you could go if you wanted."

Mr. Thompson smiled. He knew Cindy must have seen all the things on his night stand and wondered about them. This would be a night to remember - for both of them.

Charlotte smiled, too. She said, "But I thought you wanted me to stay for a while."

"It's OK, Mommy. It's OK if you go now." She was sitting on Mr. Thompson's lap.

Mr. Thompson was now complimenting Cindy on how hot she looked in that Halloween costume. While he talked he started moving his left hand around on her - on her hips, legs and chest - complimenting her all the while. He put his hands right on Cindy's breasts. "Oh, it feels like she is getting more grown-up.

Cindy lifted her arms to push his hand off her chest, and to cover them up. You could see her puffy nipples, and pale breast mounds through the sheer material.

Charlotte said, "Let him see your pretty outfit, Cindy. Put your hands down. You are growing up. See, Mr. Thompson? I told you my little girl was growing up."

Mr. Thompson kept feeling her chest after she put her hands down. It was giving her strange sensations between her legs each time he pinched her nipples. She had heard older girls talking about how much they loved having their boyfriends feel their titties. Mr. Thompson noticed that Cindy's nipples were now hard. "I want you to pinch your nipples for our videos tonight, Cindy. That will make it look like you enjoy stripping for the cameras when you take off all your clothes for modeling or playing different games."

"But it's so embarrassing."

"Pinching them will make it feel better, too, Cindy, when somebody else is playing with your breasts. And if something is embarrassing, then it feels even better."

"It does?"

He said, "Yes it does. Lot's better. I'll show you later." He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head back towards his mouth, and kissed her on the mouth.

Cindy turned away, embarrassed.

"I just want to kiss you a little bit, Cindy. Nothing wrong with kissing, is there?"

Charlotte said, "Let him kiss you, Cindy. It's a compliment that he wants to kiss you." She poured herself another glass of wine while she watched her boss kiss and fondle her nine year old daughter.

Mr. Thompson laughed, "Kiss me or I'll tickle you!"

So she started kissing him. It was quiet in the room for the next minute while Mr. Thompson kissed her mouth and felt her chest. Cindy didn't notice that her hips began moving, but both Mr. Thompson and Charlotte noticed the subtle movements of Cindy's hips and legs.

Mr. Thompson stopped kissing after another minute. He said, "Yes, she is getting more grown up and even knows about opening her mouth for my tongue. It feels like sometime in the next year, she will need her first bra. They are about the size of a half of a lemon - so firm, with hard, little nipples. I bet they are delicious."

Cindy blushed. She was flushed and blushing - reddish blotches on her neck, chest and tummy told of her excitement as much as the squirming hips and hard nipples.

Charlotte said, "I've been thinking of getting her a bra."

Mr. Thompson said, "I'll give you some shopping money, but then bring her over so I can see her new wardrobe of under things. I'd like to watch her try on the different panties and bras you'll buy her. I'll get her measurements when we go down to my basement studio. I got her measurements ten months ago when she was here, so we can compare them. And if she does a great job modeling tonight, then I'll get her some other fancy panties and bras for her to try on when she comes to visit me again."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Thompson. More shopping money would be a big help. Would you like to get some new panties and bras, Cindy? Then we could come over to show Mr. Thompson."

Cindy was surprised to hear herself say, "Yes." Then she said, "I'm OK, now, Mommy. Really. It's OK if you leave now. We have to go down to his basement studio to take pictures."

Mr. Thompson said, "I'll take her down to my little studio in a minute to get some pictures, and then, if she doesn't mind, then you could go on home and I'll bring her back in a few hours." He paused, "And I was wondering, like if it gets real late, and we're having lots of fun, if maybe she could spend the night and I'll bring her home in the morning."

"That would be up to Cindy, but if you keep her overnight, then call me by midnight, so I can go on to bed. I'll want to talk to her on the phone so she tells me she's having a good time and wants to stay over. Now go on downstairs, you two. I'll wait right here and have another glass of wine. This is excellent wine."

"Thank you. It's expensive, and I'm glad you appreciate it. Maybe I'll buy you a bottle to celebrate hiring a new model. We'll know later tonight."

Cindy felt more wobbly as they walked towards the stairs to the basement.

Half an hour later, Mr. Thompson came back upstairs. He called down the stairway, "Leave your shoes off to come up the steps, Cindy, but put your panties and top back on."

Mr. Thompson sat on the couch next to Cindy's Mom again. They were both happy that Cindy was cooperating and having a good time.

When the blushing girl came into the living room, and sat back on Mr. Thompson's lap which he was patting with his right hand, she said, "I'm fine now, Mommy. He's just going to take some pictures and play trick-or-treat games with me. He promised me he wouldn't spank my bare bottom too hard. It's OK. I'll take off my panties for the pictures."

"Are you sure it's OK for me to go on home, Honey?"

"Yes. I'm fine. We're just going to play trick-or-treat, and some other games."

Mr. Thompson laughed, "By the way, her bust is almost two inches bigger than ten months ago, and her hips, with that exquisite bubble ass of hers, is one inch bigger, and her waist is a full inch smaller. She's getting so sexy and cute! And I promised her I wouldn't spank her bare bottom very hard." He looked down at Cindy. "Our little Cindy is getting so grown up. My finger didn't hurt her this year. It slipped right in. Tight, but very, very slippery after a little game, so I could push it all the way in. All the way in to my knuckle. She squirmed, but didn't say, 'ouch' this year. When I bring her home later, or in the morning, I might even have another envelope for you, Charlotte. More shopping money. And she will have her own shopping money, too."

"That would be great, Sir. Thank you so much. I'm sure she will do everything you say."

Cindy said, "When I say, 'Trick or Treat,' then Mr. Thompson is going to spank me, like for about five minutes, but not real hard. I'll get two dollars for my 'treat,' but if he does it hard, like so I cry, then I'll get five dollars. And if he spanks me on my front then it's three dollars, unless it's hard and then that's six dollars, or seven dollars if I keep my legs apart. Like for a game."

Mr. Thompson said, "We had a little talk in the basement. I showed her that her firm, plump buns in back are perfect for spanking, and I showed her how hard I would usually spank her. And in front, instead of two, firm, plump buns, she has two firm, plump lips - just perfect to spank. I gave her a few practice spanks in front and in back - on her bare skin - so she would know what to expect if she says 'Trick or Treat.' And the money will be her treat."

Then Cindy, seeming kind of excited, said, "And I'll get a tip if he spanks me while my panties are off. And after you leave he might invite a friend over and if he watches Mr. Thompson spank me in front or in back, then the treat is doubled, so that could be a lot!"

"Front spankings?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes." Mr. Thompson said, "The other pre-teens I've done that with learned to love a good pussy whipping. Cindy, run on in the bedroom and see if you can find the other sanded and varnished paint-stirring stick. It's near my bed."

Cindy headed back to the bedroom, still carrying the high heels in her hand. "I know where it is. I saw it when I changed. It's just like the one you used in the basement when you showed me how you would spank me on my bare front."

As Cindy left the room, Charlotte said, "I'm glad you've got her warmed up to your ideas. And who is the friend who might come over?"

"I can't tell you, but he is the man who might be able to hire her for his catalogs and videos. That would be very lucrative, and the wouldn't be sold directly in this country. But stay here for a few minutes longer. I want to do a quick demonstration while you're here - so she will know it's OK with you for me to spank her."

"Just promise me that she'll still be a virgin when you bring her home. She's only nine."

"I know how old she is." Mr. Thompson laughed. "She is just right; that's how old she is. Still naturally bald but beginning to get little titties. I have almost ten 'costumes' for her to try on for us, and she'll get spanked after we undress her from each costume, after we take the pictures and video."

Cindy came back out with the varnished, paint-stirring stick. She hit it on her hand several times, making a slapping noise. "About this hard, Mommy, so it won't hurt, especially if my legs are together."

Mr. Thompson said, "Lay flat on the couch, Cindy. Feet apart. Get in pussy-spanking position on the couch." He pointed. "I'll demonstrate to your Mommy, so she'll know I won't be spanking too hard."

Cindy blushed, "But Mommy is still here."

"Well, since your Mommy is here watching us, then you can leave your panties on this time, Cindy. Now lay flat on the couch. Bend your knees to bring your feet up by your bottom. That's a girl. Now let your knees fall open wide. Really open yourself for the spankings, so your pussy is wide open, so I can show her. It's OK, because you have your panties on now so she can't see your pretty pussy."

Charlotte stood up to watch, still holding her glass of wine. Cindy got in position. Mr. Thompson sat on the end of the couch by her feet. He said, "I sit close to her and the tap her with the 'pussy paddle.' Cindy has such beautiful, plump, pussy lips that I can't even see her clitty unless her knees are wide apart." He started tapping, with some of the little spanks harder than others. His first ten spanks were on either side of center.

Then he hit a bull's eye - right on her clitty through the panties. "Ohh!" She said. Her knees closed reflexively, but she quickly let them fall back open. Cindy said, "When he hits me on my target like that I can't help but jump a little bit and close my knees. It's kind of funny. But if lay my legs open again real fast then it still counts as if I'm keeping my pussy open so it pays more for the treat. He's doing it pretty light right now. It doesn't really hurt, just like a little slap. And with my panties on he can't see my target, so that's why he usually missed it just now."

Mr. Thompson sat his pussy paddle on the couch. He reached his right hand to massage her pussy. "You're doing great, Cindy." He looked back at Cindy's Mom who was now standing by the couch with her purse in her right hand and the almost empty glass of red wine in her left. He said, "After a minute or so of front spankings, I stop for a brief rest period to massage her pussy to let her relax it for the next spankings, until the five minutes of actual pussy whipping is finished." He noticed that both Mother and Daughter were now squirming their hips. He said, "But with her panties on, it doesn't count. I just wanted to show you." He continued massaging Cindy's pussy through the silky, red panties. Both adults could see that the crotch was dark and very wet.

He slipped his thumb inside the panties with her Mother watching as he rubbed his thumb around on her pussy inside the panties, feeling her clitty bump. "She is more developed that she was ten months ago, the last time she came over to play. She is swelling up with the spankings. Yes, stiffer and bigger, and very slippery." He pulled his thumb out and told Cindy to lay there with her knees apart.

Charlotte said, "I told you my little girl was developing."

"Yes, you did. And she is much more relaxed with me now. We'll have fun tonight. And about fingers - also front and back. Nothing bigger than fingers. I promised you that when we talked at work last month. Some girls have a big 'O' when getting pussy whipped and fingered in back at the same time. Little Cindy is so tight. I'm sure she'll love it, too. I haven't put a finger in the rear entrance yet. Will use lots of lubrication if we do that."

Charlotte asked her boss why he called it pussy whipping," instead of "pussy spanking."

"Actually I have several little whips to use on her pussy. My friend and I will use them, and I'm sure she'll love it. It won't cause any harm, so don't worry. Mostly on her plump, firm lips to help them redden up a little for the videos. And the stimulation will help her clitty swell to the max so her excitement will start oozing out. Great for my friend's videos."

Charlotte said, "I'm sure it will be! Goodness. You must show me sometime, I mean about the front spankings. I know you can't show me the videos, and I understand that. But what will you do with your pictures and video clips?"

"Again, that's private. But practically nobody in this country will ever see them. He might be able to share some of them on overseas websites, but we're not sure yet. So maybe nobody except for me and a few of my trusted friends. But if he is able to share them, then you will get another nice bonus. A very nice bonus. And nobody will recognize her. We'll lay music over the videos and perhaps some foreign titles, so if anyone in this country should happen to see them, they would think the videos were recorded in Russia or Japan or somewhere."

"I see. When is your friend coming over?"

"I'm not positive he can make it. I'll call him as soon as you're gone. Most of the other pre-teens who I taught about pussy whipping really loved it after they got used to it, and we did some other stimulation at the same time. It's enough to push most little girls over."

"I can imagine." Charlotte said.

"I told him that Cindy was 'kind of cute,' instead of 'really cute,' so he probably thinks she is just average looking. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he first sees Cindy, especially dressed in this Halloween costume! He'll be so surprised. I'm pretty sure - especially if Cindy is cooperative - that he'll want her for his catalog and videos. That would be great for both of you."

"I think she is really, really cute, too." Charlotte said, "Especially in that sexy costume!"

Cindy was still lying on the couch in 'pussy-spanking-position,' but she smiled when she heard them saying those nice things about her.

Mr. Thompson smiled as he walked Charlotte to the door. "I might have her come out to meet him in the costume she is wearing, but without the panties. That would impress him! Cindy, I was forgetting my manners. Come over to the door and kiss your Mommy good-bye."

Cindy was still blushing, but smiling as she joined them, carrying her shoes.

Mr. Thompson stood behind her and held her tight against him. He said, "And Cindy will get another little bonus if she is able to wet her diaper and then lets us change her and rub baby oil on her pussy for the video. That will make a cute video clip! Taking off the wet diapers and washing her off and then the baby oil and fingering. After I get some pictures and video of her in the other costumes, we're going to take her in the bedroom. I'll tie her in different positions and do some spanking and tickling. She'll probably have fun. I think she liked that part last year, too, even though she wouldn't admit it. She had pretty much stopped crying by then and was even giggling some of the time. My finger slipped right tonight in while we were down the basement earlier - not so tight and painful at first like last year. Was it Cindy?"

"No, it didn't hurt today. Not at all. Just kind of tight."

Mr. Thompson said, "Yes, she is still virgin tight, but I loosened her up last year. So now maybe little Cindy will even learn to like spankings, combined with fingerings. And I have some other surprises for her. I like it that little girls are so ticklish." He tickled Cindy's sides and breasts as the three of them stood by the door. She giggled, and kept giggling even as both of his hands found their way onto her breasts - tickling and pinching.

"Have fun, Honey. Do whatever he says. He'll bring you home later, unless you decide to spend the night here. It's your choice, Honey. Really. He won't hurt you, even if he does spank you." She bent down and gave Cindy a kiss on her mouth while Mr. Thompson was still feeling her breasts with both of his hands.

"I know. Goodnight, Mommy. I'll try to have fun."

END of Chapters One & Two