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From: "C Carl" <5559k@colormail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} A Boy and His Girl 2 (ped, rom, BDSM, sci-fi)
Date: Sun,  8 Apr 2001 12:10:03 -0400
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Here is a story I would like to repost.  It has been slightly edited from
its previous post.

   Headers: ped, rom, BDSM, sci-fi

   Title:

   A Boy and His Girl 2

   After he had punished her and raped her soundly, she fell asleep in his
arms, her head nestled on his chest, his rod still buried in her smarting
girlcleft.  In the middle of the night he woke and gently withdrew.  He
gazed down at her in wonder and bliss.  The sight of her slender preteen
body and the knowledge that she was his to punish and sweetly rape was
overwhelming.  He fetched his riding crop from where it lay after their
"wedding night" activities.  He began to whip her bare thighs (although
truth be told, he "whipped" her with even less force than he used to use
when he punished her so long ago on the beach) and when she woke up,
startled and distraught, he immediately swept her up in his arms, and held
her like the little girl she was and kissed away her night fright.  After a
few seconds she was relaxed in his arms, and he gently laid her down on her
stomach, and resumed her punishment.  He whipped her bottom with the riding
crop, WAP!  WAK!  and she softly moaned, "Oooh!  Aaaah!" He shifted his aim
and brought the strap-end of the crop sharply between her legs, full upon
her cleft and anus, WAAP!  SWAK!  "AAAH!  O-O-O-OOO!" she cried out.  He
whipped her and whipped her on her unfledged cleft, until finally he could
hold back no longer.  Tossing the crop aside, he seized her slim shoulders
and pierced her with his manhood, raping her from behind in her tender
delicate anus.  She cried out wildly as he thrust and thrust into her, and
then nearly screamed as she came and came and came.  After she was spent he
punished her with a few more thrusts, then emptied his seed into her abused
anus.  Through the rest of the night he punished her twice more, each time
waking her with a whipping, holding her in his arms, then whipping her
thoroughly on her breasts, her thighs, and her girlcleft, before raping her
sweetly and soundly, his hard rod forcing her to come again and again.

   The next day they slept until nearly noon, like typical newlyweds.  They
spent the day in leisurely bliss.  Fortunately it was not a school day for
him.  They strolled around the garden, swung in the hammock, ate when they
were hungry.  All the time they held hands.  Often she sat in his lap. 
They spent a lot of time just looking at each other, and smiling.  That
night they prepared for bed.  He approached her, and she thought he was
going to punish her.  He noticed her stiffen as if to prepare herself, and
the way she was holding her body told him that she was sore between her
legs.  Yet she seemed gamely determined to submit to punishment anyway.  He
cupped her chin with his hand and turned her face up to his.  He kissed her
gently on her lips.  Then he asked, "Sweetheart, are you sore down there?"
She blushed and managed a shy nod.  "Then I'll just kiss it and make it
better!" he declared, and before she knew what was happening he had slipped
down between her legs.  True to his word, he kissed her on her smooth cleft
lips, and she gasped with surprise and passion.  The feel of his warm lips
on her still-smarting girlcleft was astonishing.  She could barely breathe.
As he tongued her so-recently-whipped preteen clitoris she began to moan,
and cry out.  In no time she was bucking and crying out wildly, as she came
and came.  Yes, he certainly "kissed it and made it feel better"!

   Thus they entered into many days of sweet converse, and nights (and
daytimes, too!) of sweet punishment and congress.  Their love grew warmer
and warmer.  He couldn't wait to get home each day from school, and she
spent the day doing her homework, then watching the door for his arrival.
As soon as he entered she would fly to his arms, sometimes jumping up into
them, like the little girl she still was.  Sometimes they would just talk
about their day, or nothing in particular.  Sometimes they would take a
walk, or watch a movie.  And often he would simply strip her
unceremoniously, throw her over his lap, and begin her punishment with a
brisk, businesslike spanking.  She became more and more reluctant to see
him go every day, and more and more ecstatic when he came home.  She
awaited his arrival with sweet anxiety, half dreading the inevitable
embarrassment and pain of her punishment, but even more intensely desiring
the inescapable fire it ignited in the core of her being.

   One day she was so overcome with the thought of her punishment to come
that she planned a surprise for him.  When he came in the door, she was
standing in the very spot where she had been that first fateful day she
arrived.  He came through the door and saw her standing there, so sweet,
with eyes downcast, hands crossed in front of her, ready to push the straps
off her shoulders.  He dropped his books with a THUD, but this time,
instead of starting like a frightened deer at the sound, and shrinking back
in fear at his approach, she just smiled a shy smile, and pushed the straps
off her shoulders.  He strode over to her.  He considered gathering her up
in his arms and covering her with kisses, but he sensed that she had
something else in mind.  He picked up a switch from his desk and circled
the heartbreakingly slender preteen girl slowly, tapping the implement in
his palm.  She shivered, eyes closed, hands at her sides, awaiting her
punishment.  Suddenly the switch flashed out and stroked the backs of her
thighs, SWAP!  "AAH!" she cried.  Then her breasts felt the sting, WAK! 
"OOOO!" she exclaimed, as she trembled and writhed.  He whipped her and
whipped her; thighs, bottom, little breasts and nipples, even bending her
over to devote strict attention to her tender delicate anus.  By then she
was swaying on her feet, nearly overcome with embarrassment at his
attentions to the intimacies of her young-girl body, and the intensity of
her punishment.  He brought the switch up sharply between her legs, full
upon her unfledged vulva, WAAAK!  "AAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, and came and
came, sobbing and gasping, collapsing in his arms.  He scooped her up and
lay her on the bed, still bucking and moaning in the grip of her orgasm,
and plunged his rod into her reddened girlcleft.  "OOOOOH!" she cried out
again and again as he repeatedly thrust into her punished little-girlhood,
prolonging her sweet agony until he finally took her over the top with
hard, quick thrusts that brought fresh tears to her eyes even as she bucked
wildly in her release.  Then he, too, achieved climax, pinning her to the
bed with each thrust, dumping his hot seed at the mouth of her cervix as
she burned and moaned.

   In the afterglow, she sat naked on his lap, cheek buried on his chest,
as he absentmindedly stroked her bottom and nuzzled her silky hair.  A
thought came to him, as he realized how much he missed her each day, and
how much she seemed to look forward to his return, as amazing as that still
seemed to him.  He tilted her chin up and looked into her trusting eyes and
asked her, "Would you like to start coming to school with me?" "Yes!" she
instantly exclaimed, and began bouncing with childish enthusiasm, "Can I,
really?  Oh, please, please, can I?" He grinned and nodded.  She jumped up
and danced naked around the room, then came back to him and flung her
pretty little arms around his neck and kissed him.

   And so it came about that she went to school with him the very next day.
Her gallant young master was concerned at the reaction she might have to
the sight (and sound!) of the other slave girls' punishments, but he
needn't have worried that day; as they walked down the halls between
classes, activity ground to a halt.  Everyone knew about the young man's
little slave girl, but no one had seen her.  She clung to him, eyes
downcast, as all heads turned to her when they walked through the halls. 
She sat on his lap in class, head firmly laid back against his chest,
although she listened attentively to the lectures.  When they returned home
that day, he ordered her to stand in the middle of the room.  He made her
hold her shift up, and without further preamble began to spank her bottom
with a heavier hand than usual.  SMACK!  SWAK!  "Oh, AAH!" she moaned at
the feel of each spank on her small round bottom.  Then he switched hands
and began to spank her little unfledged girlcleft with the same heavy hand!
WAAP!  WAAK!  "AAAAA!  O-O-O-O!" she cried out with each slap onto her
tender nakedness.  He lubricated his free hand and, parting the cheeks of
her little bottom, he abruptly pierced her bottomflower and penetrated and
probed her delicate anus.  How she moaned and cried out!  Soon she was
nearing climax, and he quickly picked her up, held her back against a wall,
her legs dangling, and thrust his erect member into her punished girlcleft.
She cried out wildly and came and came, as he mixed his hot seed with her
little-girl juices.  When they were both fully spent, he carried her gently
to the bed and laid her down tenderly for a much-deserved nap!

   The next day at school was much more "business-as-usual".  The novelty
was wearing off, and the boy and his girl were no longer such an
attraction. What this meant, however, was that the girl was now exposed to
the sight (and sound!) of the other slave-girls' punishments between
classes throughout the day.  The boy was somewhat worried about this; he
thought it might upset her.  In an effort to diminish her distress, he
studiously ignored the various activities, no matter how blatant.  She
appeared not to notice, either; her head was mainly lowered as she walked
with him.  But in reality she was acutely aware of it all, watching from
under her lashes, taking everything in.  Much of it indeed distressed her,
and she was deeply sorry for the other girls who had to endure what seemed
like much more brutal and degrading treatment at their masters' hands than
she did at her loving Master's.  Some of it seemed little different than
her own punishments.  But all of it grabbed her attention, and somehow
seemed to light a fire within her.

   But the boy seemed not to notice.  He wanted deeply to spare his little
preteen girl any distress.  So he subconsciously even avoided any sexual
contact with her for the next few days.  This was the longest time since
they were "married" that he had not punished and raped her.  Even once when
she had the flu, they only skipped one night.  Every day at school, she saw
slavegirls being punished, and she found herself desiring her master's
touch more and more.  Yet at the same time, he wasn't touching her! 
Finally, in desperation, she decided to take matters into her own hands. 
The next day, when they got back from school, he held the door for her and
she slipped inside.  Before he knew it, she had crossed the room, and stood
facing him.  Before his astonished eyes, she slipped the straps of her
slaveshift off her slim shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.  Then, in
a flash of brilliance, she remembered something she had been drilled in at
the slave compound, before she had been given to the young man.  She had
never had opportunity to assume this position, but the time had come.  She
fell to her knees, legs apart, sweet bottom resting on her heels, wrists
crossed behind her, head bent in submission, but saucily peeping up at him
through her eyelashes.  He stared in astonishment for a moment, then strode
over to her, cupped her chin with his hand, and covered her face with warm,
gentle kisses.  Then he took a crop from his desk, and brought it down with
some force upon the tops of her bare thighs, WAP!  "AAAH!" she cried out.
After whipping her thighs for a while, he punished her breasts, bringing
the riding crop directly across her nipples, SWAP!  "OOOOO!  AAAAAH!" she
moaned and cried, swaying on her knees from the intensity of her anxiety,
embarrasment, and passion.  He lifted her to her feet, kissed her soundly,
then stepped back and swung the crop again and again, directly up between
her legs, SWAAK!  WAAP!  "O-O-O-O-O-O!  OH!  OH!  OH!  AAAAAA!" Then he
swept her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, and proceeded to rape her
tender unfledged girlcleft with long hard thrusts, that brought her quickly
to a near-screaming orgasm.

   Although the novelty may have worn off at school, soon attention was
being paid to the young man and his little girlslave for another reason. 
It became apparent that he treated his preteen slave very differently than
the other masters.  For one thing, when they walked through the halls, she
walked beside him, not a few paces back like the other slavegirls.  She had
to, for he almost always held her hand tenderly, or draped his arm
protectively about her slim shoulders, or, if his hands were otherwise
occupied, she clung to his elbow.  Another facet of their relationship was
obvious: unlike the other masters, he never, ever punished or abused his
girlslave in school, or indeed anywhere else in public that anyone knew of.
This was highly unusual, and indeed somewhat resented.  Multiple
invitations, both casual and more pointed, were offered him to participate
in the frequent "group punishments", in which one or more girlslaves were
punished by any number of masters in a variety of humiliating and sexually
sadistic ways.  Most of the invitations could be brushed off with a cheery,
"No thanks!" But some were a little more difficult.  Like in most schools,
there was a group of "jocks" who considered themselves above the common
crowd.  Rowdy and sometimes destructive, they cared little for anything
except their own pleasure.  Not all the jocks were like that, but clearly
some were.  It was inevitable that they would pay unwelcome attention to
the young man and his pretty little preteen girlslave.  If they walked past
a group of the rowdies, they would always call out, pretending to
"politely" offer to assist him in punishing his girlslave.  When rebuffed
or ignored, they would shout offensively and threaten vague recriminations.


   Things probably would have gotten uglier a lot sooner if not for a
particular circumstance, and a particular incident.  The circumstance was
that the young man was a champion fencer.  Not all the schools had a
fencing team, but some did, and his was one of them.  He was the captain of
the team, too.  This gave the rowdies some pause, and they had not yet
worked up enough nerve to challenge him physically.  They probably would
have much sooner, however, if not for a related incident.  There was a
well-known jock at the school, nicknamed "Moose", for obvious reasons.  He
was not really one of the rowdies, but occasionally interacted with them,
as he did with everybody.  He was outgoing, simple but not dumb, and fond
of goodnatured, if not always well-received, practical jokes.  He was 19,
having been kept back a year some time back.  One day, while the little
girlslave was admiring her master as he practiced in the fencing room,
Moose strolled in, accompanied by his retinue (a few other lesser jocks and
their girlslaves) as well as his own slave, a stocky yet attractive and
vivacious 15-yr-old girl.  Moose began bantering with the young fencer.  He
declared that anyone could wave a little stick around, and did Carl want
him to show him how it ought to be done?  Resignedly the young man
outfitted Moose with a mask and vest, and handed him a saber.  Then he had
to endure Moose's amateurish efforts, wildly waving the blade around, no
idea what he was doing.  Carl tried to avoid making it look too easy, but
in the end he disarmed the larger boy with a quick twist of the wrist. 
"OW!" Moose shouted, as he wrung his hand, "That stung!" Moose insisted on
trying again, saying, "Anyone can get lucky!" But the experience was
quickly repeated.  "Show me how you did that!" Moose demanded.  Carl looked
at him for a while.  "Moose," he said, "How do you do those razzle-dazzle
plays on the football field?  Could you show me that, right now?" "'Course
not!  You'd have to learn the basics, first, you can't just jump in...Oh, I
get it!  I'd have to learn the basics in swordfighting first, wouldn't I?"
The younger boy nodded.  "OK, can you start teaching me?  I really want to
learn this stuff!" Moose's retinue gaped.  They couldn't believe their
ears. Moose's girlslave, Anna, grinned.  She wasn't above taking pleasure
at her master's comeuppance, especially when he was taking it in such good
humor.  She looked around.  Little Tammie had crept into a corner on the
arrival of Moose et al, and had watched the proceedings nervously.  She was
less anxious now, but still stayed shyly out of the way.  Anna strode over,
sat right down beside her, and introduced herself.  The older girl
skillfully drew the little preteen out of her shell.  Soon she had learned
more than anyone else so far knew about the girl, besides Carl.  And they
had formed the beginning of a lasting friendship.  Moose came regularly to
take lessons from Carl, and the girls sat together talking away every time.
At the end of their sessions, Moose sometimes unceremoniously bent Anna
over and gave her a good spanking, accompanied by her passionate moans and
cries.  He goodnaturedly offered to share her charms with Carl, but took
his polite refusal in stride.  He never even came close to asking if he
could handle the little preteen girlslave.  Once Tammie got up the nerve to
ask Anna if it bothered her to be spanked like that, in public, and she
just snorted, "No!  Why should it?  Moose's OK, he's never really mean to
me.  And boy don't we have fun at home!" It was soon well-known that Moose
was friendly with Carl, and this delayed even more the full force of the
rowdies attentions.

   One more incident occurred that made it indelibly clear that the young
master wasn't about to let anyone else handle his girlslave.  It was common
for girlslaves to accompany their masters to their classes, and sometimes
to interact in the classroom.  Occasionally they would answer the
professor's questions, or take the same tests as their masters.  Many of
the professors were Christians, and saw it as their duty to encourage the
girls in this.  But shortly after the little preteen girlslave began
accompanying her master to school, the semester changed, and he began a new
class with a new professor.  It soon became clear that he was fond of an
old tradition, still carried on in some classrooms.  To the delight of most
of the boys, he would deliberately give the most difficult questions to the
girlslaves, and then encourage their masters and other boys to punish them
for getting them incorrect.  They didn't need much encouraging.  Much of
the class was taken up with young girls being whipped and spanked, and
pierced, penetrated, and probed unmercifully as they moaned and cried out.
He clearly enjoyed the sights and sounds, and even occasionally contributed
to the action with the yardstick he always carried.  It wasn't long before
he focused on the little preteen.  She was clearly the youngest slave
there, and the most sweetly pretty as well, and he obviously looked forward
to seeing her naked and tortured, and hearing her moan and cry out.  He
began to test her.  Noting her young age, he thought she would quickly be
unable to answer his questions, so he began with easy subjects.  Upon
finding herself the object of his attention, she nearly flattened herself
against her master's chest, but answered his questions easily.  Nonplused,
he moved on to harder subjects.  Still she kept pace, glad that her master
had continued her studies even before she started going to school with him.
Soon the professor was irritated that she was able to answer his questions
so easily.  He actually was nearing the end of his own store of knowledge.
He finally asked a particularly obscure question that stumped her. 
Immediately he shouted, "Aha!  Doesn't know the material!  I guess she's
going to need to be punished!  C'mon, boys, lets get started!" He strode
towards the girl.  Her master simply picked her up off his lap as he stood
himself, deposited her back on the chair, and stood in front of her, arms
calmly folded.  The professor skidded to a halt.  "No one is going to touch
her except me," said the young man.  "Wha-what do you mean?" stammered the
professor.  "Let's put it this way," said Carl, "If anyone else in this
room can answer that question, I'll punish her myself." He slowly looked
around the room.  "Any takers?" he asked almost contemptuously.  There were
none.  With a snort he scornfully gave the answer himself.  Then he gently
lifted his little preteen girlslave off the chair and back down onto his
lap, sitting up and facing away from him.  He snagged a ruler off his desk
and brought it down once, sharply, across the top of her thighs, WAP! 
"SSS!" she gasped and jumped, then settled back against him with an almost
dreamy sigh.  He replaced the ruler and tenderly rubbed the red streak on
her thighs.  "Get on with the class," he growled.  No more questions were
asked of the little preteen in that class!

   At times during the school day various of the young masters would "hang
out" together, talking of the things teenage boys usually talk about.  At
such times their girlslaves were wont to do the same.  Some just drifted
off into little groups together, others asked their masters' permission
first.  The little preteen girlslave would never join the others; she was
too shy, and she recognized without realizing it the casual disdain that
teenagers feel for preteens.  So she drifted around by herself, waiting for
her master, not really comfortable standing next to him with all the other
boys so close, and talking about such..."boy" things.  She was lonesome. 
But all this changed after she met Moose's girlslave, Anna.  Anna took a
liking to the young girl, and "took her under her wing".  When the
girlslaves would gather, Anna would march right up to the preteen
girlslave's master and pertly announce, "I'm taking her over there, OK?"
and sail off arm-in-arm with the girl without waiting for an answer.  Moose
and Carl would just exchange amused, tolerant glances, and smile.

   In with the gaggle of girlslaves, the little preteen was exposed to a
new dimension.  The topics of discussion were the usual ones of teenage
girls: boys, boys, and boys.  Under Anna's forceful leadership, the other
girls toned down the "raunchiness" of their conversation, but the younger
girlslave still picked up a number of new concepts of which she was
previously unaware.  At first she was still very shy and retiring, but Anna
drew her out, and soon she was participating in the conversations freely.
Thus Anna and the other girls learned even more about the unique
relationship between the little preteen girlslave and her loving master.

   Indeed, more and more people were paying attention to their special
relationship.  Interestingly enough, the Christian community had made a
point of trying to enter the teaching profession in numbers, so many of the
professors were Christian.  They strongly approved of the way the young man
treated his little girlslave, and often found ways of showing it.  Also,
the boy's friends and admirers (and he had a lot of them, despite his quiet
demeanor) were starting to be influenced by his example.  Some even
converted.  And finally, the influence of the slavegirls themselves began
to be felt.  Most of them longed for a more romantic relationship, like
that of the little preteen and her master.  And most of the young masters
actually were happy to oblige.  They had treated their slaves how they had
seen slaves treated before.  Now that they had seen the alternative, there
was a general move in that direction.  Soon, most of the masters were
walking hand-in-hand with their slaves, or putting there arms around them.
There was more gentle kissing, and less public probing.  And the boys were
pleased to find that, as they treated their slaves more tenderly and less
brutally, the response was...gratifying in the extreme!  It seemed that
their girlslaves couldn't wait to get home to be stripped, spanked,
whipped, and raped.

   One day the young master was a bit more tired than usual after school.
His preteen girlslave was not, however.  With her little-girl exuberance,
she nuzzled him, and hugged him, and teased him.  But he wasn't responding
the way he usually did, she noticed.  She remembered something that she
learned about while hanging around with Anna and the other girlslaves.  At
the time she wasn't sure what they meant, and if she did know, she wasn't
sure she wanted to!  But the more she thought about it, the more she
thought, "Now's the time to try it!" She leaned against his chest, then
sort of slid down his front, 'til she was on her knees before him.  She
opened his pants and drew out his rod, only half-erect in his fatigue. 
Before he knew what she was doing, she began kissing the head of his
manhood, then she started sucking on the tip, pulling more and more of the
shaft, as much as she could, into her mouth.  The sight (and sound, and
feel!) of a pretty little preteen with his rod in her mouth almost
immediately drove him to near distraction.  In no time he was near climax.
Then ensued some confusion.  She wanted to swallow his seed.  He barely had
enough presence of mind to think that she wouldn't want to, and tried to
pull out in time.  The upshot was that his semen ended up splashing across
her face.  When he came out of his dazed state enough to realize what was
going on, he looked down to see a sight both distressing and fetching: his
darling little preteen girlslave, her face upturned with a shy smile for
him, with his seed dripping off her pert nose and draped across her cheeks!
She noticed his distress, and quickly reassured him that, though she had
intended on taking him fully in her mouth, a "facial" was nice, too!  He
was simply too dumbfounded to answer.  He just gaped after her as she
cheerfully trotted to the bathroom to clean up.

   School now had become a comfortable and familiar place to the little
preteen girlslave.  Perhaps too comfortable.  One day, while watching her
young master practice his fencing, she realized that they were all alone,
and that hardly anyone ever bothered them while they were in the fencing
room.  When he stopped to sit down and rest for a minute, she sat on his
lap, and began to bounce up and down, blow in his ear, and generally behave
in an adorably annoying way.  Soon he could stand it no longer, and he
unceremoniously turned her over his knee and gave her a brisk businesslike
spanking.  WAP!  WAK!  "OOH!  AAAH!" she cried with each swat.  Then he sat
her up facing away from him and proceeded to spank her directly on her
little unfledged girlcleft!  SWAP!  SWAK!  "AAAAA!  O-O-O-O!" she nearly
screamed.  He probed her abused cleft and, finding her wet, he lubricated
his finger with her little-girl juice and then probed her in both apertures
at once, wrenching moan after tortured moan from her, until finally she
came, yipping and crying out, as he pinched and twisted her little nipples.
From then on, they regularly used the fencing room for some private
punishment.

   All went well until one particular day.  The young master was right in
the middle of whipping his little preteen slave directly on her unfledged
girlcleft.  WAP!  WAK!  "AAAAA!  OOOOOH!" she moaned and cried out. 
Unbeknownst to the lovebirds, Anna had wandered by on some errand for
Moose. She peeked in the door and saw the action!  She stared, enchanted
for a moment, and then quietly shut the door, and proceeded on to Moose,
her thoughts filled with anticipation of the punishment she hoped to get at
his hands that night.  It was a good thing she passed by!  The pretty
little preteen was nearly ready to climax when the door suddenly opened,
and in strode the rowdies!  There were four of them.  They had been bored,
and finally worked up enough nerve to beard the young man in his den, as it
were.  They were surprised and maliciously delighted with what they found!
They whistled and hooted at the sight of the young girl hastily pulling
down her skirt over her bottom and girlcleft and shrinking back in panic.
They gathered round the young man with faux joviality, acting as if it was
a given that they would participate in the little girl's punishment.  As
she shrank into a corner, they ordered their girlslaves to guard her. 
Things would have gone ill, except...  The door flung open, and in
swaggered Moose and Anna!  She had noticed the rowdies going by and,
fearing mischief, had followed them until she saw them go in the fencing
room.  Then she ran for Moose!  Moose sent Anna over to the little girl
with a quick swat on her bottom.  Anna roughly shouldered her way past the
other girlslaves, saying, "Excuse me, oh, I'm terribly sorry, did I step on
your foot?  So sorry!" She quickly gathered the grateful young girl up and
took her over to a bench, sat down with her, and said, "Don't worry,
sweetheart, just watch our boys take care of these jerks!" And they soon
did.  Moose grabbed two swords off the wall, tossed one to Carl, and they
both advanced on the young toughs.  The rowdies shrank back, and were
quickly chased out of the room, pursued by the flat of the swords on their
backsides!  Their girlslaves followed after with the same treatment.  Carl
flung down his sword and raced over to his little girlslave and caught her
up in his arms.  She clung to him, shivering now with release of tension.
"Shhh, Shhh, it's all right now," he said.  Moose put his arm around Anna
and said, "Ya done good, kid!" She looked up at him and grinned.

   One day the little girlslave was feeling out-of-sorts.  She didn't
really know why.  Her master asked her to do something for her, a simple
request, perhaps to fetch some item off his desk.  She just snapped at him,
"Why don't you do it yourself?!" Then she gasped in horror at what she had
done.  He was astonished, too.  Before he could even say anything, or look
sternly or sorrowfully at her, she rushed over to him, crying, "Oh, I'm so
sorry, I'm so sorry!  Please, please, won't you forgive me?  I don't know
what I was thinking!" She was sobbing so piteously that all traces of
irritation with her vanished, and he swept her up in his arms lovingly. 
But she kept crying for a while.  Soon she pulled back a bit and looked him
in the eye.  "I should be punished for that, shouldn't I?" "If you like,"
he replied, grinning.  "No, I mean REALLY punished.  Not just for fun. 
Don't you think I should be?" He thought for a while, then slowly nodded.
He put her down, then kissed her forehead tenderly.  Then he ordered her to
lie down on the bed.  He had never tied her up before, but he decided to do
it this time.  He stretched her out face down on the bed, a thick bolster
under her hips to elevate her bottom, her wrists and ankles tied gently but
securely to the four corners of the bed.  He told her sternly that she had
been disrespectful, and she needed to be punished.  She just said, "Yes,
Sir," meekly.  Without further ado he began.  He started with a firm
spanking, about as hard as the hardest spanking he had ever given her. 
WAP! SWAP!  She moaned with each spank, "Oooo!  Aaaah!" Then he spanked her
even harder, and harder!  Soon she was crying out and even struggling a
little bit.  Once he had judged that her bottom was red enough (and his
hand stinging enough!) he reached for the ruler.  He spanked her with the
ruler first on one cheek, then the other.  Then he reached into the box and
brought out a new implement, a tawse.  When he brought the leather straps
down across her bottom, she couldn't believe how it stung.  SWAPPP! 
"AAAA!" she cried out again and again as he repeatedly whipped her with the
ancient tool.  Then he untied her and retied her on her back.  He took the
crop and brought it down sharply onto her nipples, not playfully this time,
but judging her punishment by her cries and the redness of her little-girl
breasts.  SWAK!  SWAP!  "OOOO!  AH!AH!AH!" she nearly screamed with each
stroke.  He turned her over again, and tied her up with her bottom up in
the air.  He took a groove strap out of the box and commenced to whip her
directly on her little rosebud, the lips of her vulva, and her clitoris. 
By now she was sobbing, and wailing, and begging him to stop, that she'd be
good, she'd never "sass" him again.  As if in answer he simply mounted her
from behind and, disdaining her girlcleft, raped her unmercifully in her
just-punished anus, each thrust causing her to jerk and spasm.  He did not
let her come.  He did not even deign to spill his seed inside her.  Instead
he pulled out and poured it onto her buttocks.  Then he left her tied
there, sobbing and weeping.  After a while he came back, untied her, and
held her, still sobbing, on his lap.  He kissed her and kissed her.  Then
he whispered in her ear, "I forgive you." She flung her arms around his
neck and clung to him for a long time as her sobs died away.  And she never
"sassed" him again, either!

   Some time later, shortly after he had just turned 18, the young man's
father unexpectedly passed away.  Truth to tell, the boy was not terribly
upset.  His father had been distant, and the young man held him responsible
for the way he had tricked Carl into sexually abusing Tammie so long ago
when she was only seven, even though it had turned out all right ("in the
end", so to speak!).  This left the young man suddenly the owner of a
substantial architectural business (drafting talent ran in the family).  It
also gave him new financial resources.  Shortly after the realization had
set in that he was now "master of his own fate", the young man became aware
that his little preteen girlslave was more somber than usual.  He asked her
if anything was wrong.  The little girl just sighed and said she missed her
father and was worried about him.  He suddenly realized that now he had the
resources to do something about it.  He told her that they would begin
looking for him right away.  She jumped into his arms and flung her little
arms around his neck, hugging him like a little girl with her father. 
After a while she began to nuzzle into his neck.  He kissed her forehead,
then her nose, then full on her little mouth.  He put her down standing,
then ran his hand almost casually up and down her front, feeling her little
nipples through her thin shift, then pressing firmly onto her little
girlcleft.  Her breath came short and her knees grew weak.  He decided to
try something new.  He got out a piece of equipment from the box he'd never
used before.  There were two stands, and a length of wire about like piano
string that connected them.  The wire was electrified, with switches that
were positioned such that, if a slavegirl's heels were pressed firmly to
the floor, the electricity would turn off.  Otherwise it would flow through
the wire.  He picked the little preteen up and placed her straddling the
wire.  Then he adjusted the tension such that it pressed firmly against her
little clitoris, cleft, and anus.  She involuntarily lifted her heels off
the floor to relieve the sensation of the wire pressing severely onto her
nakedness.  But this of course released the switch, so that the electricity
flowed through her clitoris, anus, and cleft!  (ZZZZZ!) "AAAAH! 
O-O-O-OOOOO!" she cried out.  So she put her heels back down again, only to
be punished by the wire pressing so firmly into her.  Up and down she went,
moaning and crying out, her breasts and buttocks jiggling prettily.  Every
now and then he would take the crop and whip her thighs, breasts, or
buttocks.  When he finally felt she was ready, he whisked her off the wire
and held her up in the air, her back against the wall.  He brought her down
forcefully onto his rod, piercing and penetrating her little abused
girlcleft, bringing her to a near-screaming orgasm with a few hard thrusts.
Then he unexpectedly pulled out of her, spun her around, and wrapped his
arms around her from behind, holding her thighs flexed up against her
belly. Then he brought her little-girl rosebud into contact with his
manhood.  He let her just feel him touching her there for a moment, as she
strained backwards towards him, desperate to continue her punishment-rape.
Finally he deigned to enter her again, burying his hard rod nearly to the
hilt with each thrust, bringing sob after sob to her lips, until she cried
out and came again, just as he climaxed, pouring his hot seed into her
bottom-flower.  When she quit moaning and sobbing, he carried her gently to
the shower.  They needed it!

   The next day they began the search.  He hired detectives to trace her
father.  They picked up the trail, but soon found that he had moved out of
his old home just recently.  Apparently his money had nearly run out, since
he had lost his job through the machinations of the young man's father. 
They found out that he had moved to the very city that the young man's home
was in, but there they lost him.  In the meantime, the young man was
preparing what he would say and do if and when they ever did find her
father.  He wanted to be able to explain the situation to him, somehow, and
try to make up for what his father had done to him.  In reality, her father
was tracking them, instead!  He had tried to work for a while, in hopes
that he could build up the resources to do something about his daughter's
plight, but when that became impossible, he set his plans in motion before
all his resources were exhausted.  He wanted to sneak into the house,
armed, locate his daughter, and spirit her away.  He knew it would be
difficult, but he didn't realize the level of security at the house the
young man had inherited from his father.  He was caught before he even got
through the door.  He made such a ruckus about being the girl's father that
the guards decided to inform the young master before turning him over to
the authorities.

   "Excuse me, sir," a guard said as he poked his head into the young man's
study.  "There's been an attempted break-in." "Great Scott!" exclaimed the
boy, "Did you catch him?" "Yes, we have him right here.  We weren't sure,
but we thought you might want to talk to him first." "Why on earth would I
want to do that?" the boy inquired.  "He says he's the little girl's
father," the guard replied apologetically.  "What?  Bring him right in!"
the lad replied.  They ushered him into the office, and showed the boy the
pistol they had taken from him.  He took it thoughtfully and placed it on
his desk.  "Sit down, please," he asked the older man.  "Do you want us to
stay here?" the guard asked.  "No, we'll be all right," the young man said.
He hardly knew what to say to him.  Actually, he had nearly everything he
wanted to say written out, along with some other things, in a packet he had
planned to give her father, anyway.  So he just handed it to him and said,
"Please, just read this first." In the packet was a letter explaining
everything that had happened: how Carl's father had tricked him into
abusing the professor's daughter when she was only seven; how the young man
regretted that, and was distraught at first that she was given to him as a
slave.  How he had no sexual contact with her until she asked him to.  That
he adored the professor's daughter and longed to be with her.  That they
were married.  The packet also contained papers detailing the reinstatement
of the professor's teaching position, with full tenure.  The repurchase of
his house.  Money to begin life again.  When the professor finished
reading, he was in a daze.  The boy explained further: although he greatly
desired the girl's company, he thought that she should go home with her
father, at least for a while, until the professor and his daughter had a
chance to talk things over.  Having said all this, the boy handed the gun
back to the professor, stood back, and waited.  At first a spasm of anger
passed over his face.  He halfway raised the gun.  Then he let it fall to
his side, shaking his head.  He put the gun down gently on the desk, and
said, "I'd like to see my daughter now, please." The boy rang for someone
to fetch the pretty preteen.  She came in the room , saw her father, and
screamed, "Daddy!" and leaped into his arms.  The boy slipped out of the
room.

   She put up quite a fuss at first, but eventually it was agreed: she was
to go and stay with her father for a month.  After that, she could come
back to the boy if she wanted to.  They parted tearfully.  The girl felt so
torn.  It was predictable, of course.  The professor thought more and more
about what the boy had written, and said, and done; his obvious gallantry,
sense of duty, and gentility.  His daughter could barely stop talking about
the young man, and how good he was to her, and how much she loved him, and
was happy with him.  She invited her father to come and stay with them. 
Possibly what clinched it was how well she was doing in her studies under
the young man's tutelage.  In the end, it only took two days before the
professor arrived at the young man's house, his daughter in tow.  His
clothes and other items were brought over the next day.

   He was given a suite of rooms (on the other side of the house, of
course. Sound carries!).  He tried to stay out of their way, but they
sought him out, the girl to hang on his arm and just spend time with him,
the boy often to ask his advice in dealing with business matters.  It was a
little hard at first for him to get used to the idea that his daughter,
while still a preteen, was wearing a slave shift, and very likely being
stripped, spanked, whipped, and raped on a nightly basis.  But he did.  And
now, if he hears a spank, or the "snap" of a whip, followed by his little
preteen daughter's cry of anguish and delight, he just smiles.  And then
there's that pretty 20-year-old who used to be the boy's father's
slavegirl, as well as a few others, all left quite bereft since his death.
Perhaps he really should take the boy up on his offer to have any one of
them he wants.

   The End

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