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Subject: {ASSM} "Arranged Marriage" (Mg ped (10) bdsm spanking rom "rape")
Date: Wed, 30 May 2001 23:10:02 -0400
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"Arranged Marriage"

"I've gotta leave early this afternoon, Jim," said  Mr. Miller to
his younger assistant. "Would you mind watching Emily for a
while? I`ll be back at the end of the day to pick her up." Mr.
Miller's ten-year-old daughter had been spending the day with him
at the office. Emily was usually somewhat shy; a slender and
pretty little preteen. 
 
"Sure, Mr. Miller," said Mr. Green to his friend and boss,
"What's happening this afternoon? And how come you can't just
take Emily home first?"
 
Mr. Miller replied, "I have to meet with the Osmond people about
the new contract, and you know how long that's liable to take. My
wife's down with that flu, and Emily's been kinda getting on her
nerves lately, and I'd like to give her a rest. You know Emily's
always taken to you like a favorite uncle, so I'd rather leave
her with you, if that's OK. She's a pretty good girl, but she has
been getting a little big for her britches lately. If she gives
you any trouble, just give her a good hard spanking, on any part
of her you can reach, and I mean any!" With that, Mr. Miller left
the office. 
 
Ever since Mr. Green had come to work for her father, he had
became quite friendly with the Mr. Millers. He was often invited
over for supper. He started going to their church. During their
time together, Emily had developed quite a  crush on  him, though
she admitted it to no one. But her parents could tell, and they
encouraged the relationship, hoping it would blossom into more,
someday.
 
She had heard the entire exchange between her father and Green.
She stomped up to him, quite irate, and said, "You wouldn't dare
spank me!"
 
"You can think what you want, little missy," Green replied, "Just
don't give me any trouble!" Emily stormed off, determined to test
him.
 
It wasn't long before she had managed to nearly ruin a month's
work that was lying on one of the work tables, not yet put away.
Green had already warned her away from it, but she persisted in
trying to look through the papers, and had succeeded in nearly
crumpling them badly enough to require redoing. 
 
Green grabbed her by the arm and said, "That does it, little
missy, you've gone too far, and now you're going to get it!" He
pulled her down over his lap, and, tossing up her skirt, began to
spank her through her thin white cotton panties. She struggled
and yelped, but to no avail. He held her down firmly, and
continued her punishment. 
 
He paused for a moment, and she thought surely he was done. But
he only grabbed the hem of her panties, and pulled them down to
her knees!. Now her trim little bottom was exposed to a man's
eyes, and he wasn't even her father! She squirmed with
embarrassment, and then squirmed even more, and moaned and cried
out, as he continued her spanking, now directly upon her bare
bottom. (WAP! SMAK!) "Oh, Oh, OOOOH!" she cried out again and
again as his hard hand punished her.
 
All this was quite tormenting for her. Her father had not spanked
her for awhile, since she was getting somewhat older. And to have
another man handle her in this way made her feel very ashamed.
Yet deep down there was also a certain excitement at having Mr.
Green spanking her. She had even fantasized about something like
this, alone, at night, in her bed, her hand straying towards her
little girlcleft...
 
Suddenly Green picked her up off his lap, spun her around, and
sat her down on his knees, facing away from him. He pulled on her
shoulders so that she was leaning back against him. He spread her
thighs apart and began to spank her directly upon her girlcleft!
(WAK! SWAK!) "AAAAAA! O-O-O-O-O!" She cried out wildly as his
hard hand punished her girlhood so thoroughly. After about twenty
smacks on her cleft, he threw her back over his lap, but instead
of resuming her spanking as before, he held her bottom cheeks
apart with one hand, and commenced to devote strict attention to
her tender, delicate anus, raining spank after spank down onto
this most sensitive part of a little girl's anatomy. . She was so
distracted by the punishment of her bottomflower that she
scarcely noticed his other hand sliding underneath her and
seizing her girlcleft, pinching and twisting the lips and
clitoris, except to feel a rising wave coming over her, that soon
 had her yelping and bucking, as  she came, and came, even as he
continued to spank her little rosebud. 
 
When it was over, he let her off his lap with a last smack on her
bottom. She scurried off, sobbing and rubbing her abused bottom
and cleft, and hurriedly pulled up her panties. When her father
returned, Green met him at the door. "Well," he said, "You were
right; she is quite a handful these days! I did end up giving her
a spanking. You might think it was a little unusual, but you did
say to spank her anywhere I could reach. I'll give you all the
details if you want..."
 
"No, no; that's OK. I'm sure she deserved whatever you gave her!
I know she'll complain to me about it, but she'll get no sympathy
from me; in fact, I'll probably give her another one myself,"
said the girl's father. And with that he marched into the office,
found the little girl, and proceeded to bend her under his arm,
toss up her skirt, pull down her panties, and deliver smack after
smack to her all-ready-spanked bottom, as she squealed and cried
out piteously, "OH! OH! Oh, Daddy, please! AAAH!"
 
A few months passed...

After her special spanking by her "Uncle" James, Emily had
behaved herself for some time. She also had developed a habit of
masturbating at night, remembering her punishment in a confused
welter of dread, anxiety, and excitement as she rubbed her little
clitoris and came in her bed.
 
After some time, however,  her misbehavior began to creep back.
Meanwhile, her mother's "flu" had turned out to be somewhat more
serious; not life-threatening, but a debilitating disease that
left her unable to cope effectively with her daughter's
infractions. With her husband gone at the office most days, the
situation was becoming very strained. She and her husband
discussed it one night:
 
"Dear, we've got to do something about Emily!" her mother said.

"I know, but what?" he replied. "She's getting too big for me to
decently punish her, and you can't."
 
"Well, I've been thinking about it, and I've got an idea. You
know that new punishment salon downtown?"
 
"You can't be serious! That's a sexual punishment place! We'd be
exposing her to fornication!"
 
"Now hold your horses, don't you think I know that? Hear me out.
I heard about this from another family at church.  You remember
Jennifer? The one Emily used to hang out with in Sunday School?"

"Sure. Weren't her parents having a hard time with her, too? They
were having trouble getting her to come to church. I notice she
hasn't been coming at all lately; I guess they gave up."
 
"No, they didn't give up, and she's still going to church; she's
going to another one across town, now. But let me tell you what
they did..."
 
Mother and Father didn't tell Emily where they were going; they
only told her that it was going to be a "surprise". They pulled
up outside a building; it was nondescript, with no markings
identifying it to the girl. Two young women came out to greet
them. "Go with these girls, Emily; they're going to get your
surprise started. We`ll see you a little later," her mother told
her. Emily unsuspectingly went with the ladies, one in front and
one behind. 
 
Emily walked with them through a short passage and into a plain
room. There were two pillars in the room, and a small raised
platform between them. They led her up to the platform, each one
gently holding her hand. As she stepped up onto the platform,
suddenly the women, with a quick, practiced motion, wrapped
padded velcro straps around her wrists. As she stared at her
wrists in astonishment, and before she had a chance to even
complain, they had done the same thing to her ankles. Then
without a word they left the room.
 
Emily found herself standing on the platform, wrists and ankles
fastened to what she discovered to be thin but strong chains
leading to the two pillars beside her. She could move some, but
she could not get off the platform. She pulled at her bonds for a
moment, testing them, then realized her predicament. She began to
call out, "Hey! What's going on?! Let me go! I wanna get out of
here. Hey, somebody!" There was no response. A little more
frantically she began to exclaim, "Let me outta here! I want my
mommy and daddy! Help, help!"
 
"Emily," said a deep voice from behind her. She craned her neck
to see a man stepping out of a dark alcove into the room light.
He was tall, and there was a familiar air about him, but he had a
mask on, and his clothes were strange. He looked, had she but
known it, somewhat like an Elizabethan gentleman would have
looked, complete with a large codpiece, an item of apparel which
certainly captured her attention.
 
She called out, "Who are you? What's going on? Let me go, oh
please, let me go! I want my mommy and daddy!
 
He knelt down beside her and began to speak gently to her.
"Emily, your mommy and daddy brought you here to me. They know
exactly what's going on. And you'll see them again very soon. No
one is going to harm you here. Emily, I love you. I know that
sounds strange, but I do. You are the most precious beautiful
little girl I know. You're also very sweet, but I know you've
been having some problems with your behavior lately. That's why
you're here.
 
"You know your mommy hasn't been feeling well lately. I'm afraid
she's not going to get much better real soon. It's not dangerous,
but it does make it hard for her to handle you, especially when
you've been so naughty lately. So after thinking it over
carefully, your mom and dad decided to give you to me. Now you're
mine; I will protect you and raise you like my daughter, love you
and cherish you like my wife, and punish you and use you like my
slave."
 
"Whaaat!" she cried, "No, no, that can't be! My mommy and daddy
wouldn't..."
 
"Emily," he said firmly but gently, "Listen to me: they did do
that. Look at this..." With that a curtain slid aside on the wall
in front of her, revealing a large TV screen. A video began,
showing her parents speaking to the camera:
 
"Emily," her mother said on the screen, "I know this is hard for
you to accept, but you belong to this man now. It's too hard for
your father and me to take care of you and discipline you
properly, and we know that he will love you very much, and he
will make you behave yourself! He is legally your husband now.
(With that, the man pulled a paper out of his pocket and showed
it to the girl; it read "Marriage Certificate", and had his name
and signature, and her name and her parents' signatures on it.
She gaped at it in disbelief.) Don't worry, honey. It'll all be
for the best. We'll come to see you often, and you can come see
us, too, whenever your new husband says it's OK. He told us he'll
be glad to take you to see us frequently. But you'll need to
behave yourself.
 
"Now he's going to punish you, because you've been very naughty
lately. He's going to punish you a lot, and in some ways you've
never been punished before. So behave yourself; he can always
punish you more! We love you, honey. Bye!" And the screen blanked
out.
 
She looked up at him with tears welling up in her eyes. He took a
soft handkerchief from his pocket and gently dried them. Then he
kissed her on her forehead, and her eyelids, her glabella, and
the tip of her nose. As he did so, and she breathed in his scent,
deep down inside her there was a realization, not yet conscious,
of who he was. A certain sense of calm and trust  began to build
in her. Outwardly she was still fearful, or thought she should
be, but instead of actual fear, there was anxiety about her
coming punishment, anxious curiosity about her life as his
slave/child/wife, and a certain barely conscious sense
of...excitement at the prospect of being punished by him.
 
But, almost without thinkiing, she naturally launched into
another protest, "Oh, Mister, please! Please let me go! I promise
I'll be good! Please, please..." 
 
"Emily!" he said, more sternly, stopping her protests short, "You
had plenty of opportunities to behave yourself before now, but
you didn't. Now you're going to have to be punished.
 
"From now on you will call me `Sir'. If you are talking about me
with someone else, you will call me your Master. You will obey me
always. If you don't, you will be punished. Sometimes I'll punish
you just because I want to."
 
"No, no, I won't! You can't do that to me! I won't call you..."
she began, but she was cut short as he brought his hand down
sharply onto her bare thigh, SMACK! "Ow!" she cried out.
 
"During your punishments, you will not say `No' or `Don't' or
`Stop'," he commanded. "You may say `Please' and `Sir', and you
may cry and make noise, but you may not say `Ow' or `Hurts'.
Let's try again."
 
SMACK! He brought his palm down sharply onto her bare thigh.
"OW!" she cried out even louder, "Don't, that hurts!"
 
"Emily," he spoke more sternly, and lifted her chin up to look
into her eyes, "Listen carefully: don't say `Ow' or `Hurts' or
`Don't'. Since you choose to disobey me, I'm going to have to
punish you more severely." With that, he proceeded  to rain a
series of sharp openhanded spanks onto the front of her bare
thighs. WAP-WAP-WAP-WAP!  
 
"OW-OW-OW!" she cried, then, as he looked sternly at her and
smacked her thighs even more severely, "I mean AH! Oh, please
Sir! AAAH!"
 
"That's better, young lady," he said. "Now we can proceed with
your punishment."
 
"Oh, but please Sir! Oh, please!" she begged, but he moved around
behind her, pulled a peach switch down from where it hung on the
wall, and proceeded to apply it again and again to the backs of
her bare thighs, SWAK! SMAK! 
 
"AAA! OOO! AAAH!" she cried out as she felt the sting on her
thighs. "Oh, please, Sir, OOO!" Then he began to switch her on
the front of her bare thighs, WAP! SWAK! "AAA! O-O-O-O! Oh,
please-please-please, Sir! AAAAAH!" she cried out. As he kept on
whipping her,  almost against her will her thoughts kept straying
to the time she was spanked so soundly by her "Uncle" James, when
he'd spanked her even on her... while he held and rubbed her on
her... 
 
Her mind spun away from such thoughts as her  punishment
continued. He tossed the switch away. He stood before her, just
off the platform. Though her head still barely came up to his
chin despite the added height of the platform, her groin was now
level with his.  Stepping up to her, he reached both arms around
her and slid them up her thighs, under her skirt, and then
plunged them down inside her lacy panties, seizing the cheeks of
her bottom in each hand. She gasped in surprise. She felt him
pull her firmly against him, so that her little unfledged mound
was pressed hard through her panties against the hard rod in his
codpiece.
 He proceeded to knead and work her bottom, pressing
the cheeks together firmly, then suddenly pulling them up and
apart, stretching the tender place between her legs, such that,
if her panties were not still in place, her anus would be exposed
to view. Now she could not help but think of that time when she
was spanked right on her anus, as her clitoris was rubbed so
fiercely, and she... Through the welter of memory and emotion,
her attention focused now on her anus, now on her little cleft,
breathing in his scent, she came to a sudden realization, unable
to help thinking back to the time when  she was spanked on her
anus and brought to a come by her...
 
"'Uncle' Ja...!" she began to cry out, both excited and relieved.
But he quickly stopped her in mid-cry by fastening his lips
tenderly but firmly to hers. 
 
He broke off briefly to whisper, "Not yet, little missy!"  Then
he resumed the kiss, long and sweet, but not deep, almost chaste,
if it were not for his simultaneous attentions to the intimacies
of her sweet little-girl body.
 
Finally he broke it off, as she swayed in her bonds, eyes
half-closed, with a nearly dreamy smile on her lips.  He looked
down on her with tender regard. "Little Missy, " he began,
"Here's the deal. I love you. You are the most gorgeous sweet
little girl in the world. I would love to spend the rest of my
life with you. But I'm going to leave it up to you. We're
married, but we haven't consummated it yet. Do you know what that
means?" She shook her head shyly.  "Do you know what it means to
'make love', to 'have sex'?" he asked. She nodded slowly. "When a
husband and wife first make love, that 'consummates' the
marriage. Until then they're not officially married. That means
we could stop right now, I could send you home to your parents,
and we would not be married. Your parents could get it annulled,
which means cancelled.
 
"But if we do that, then I must tell you: it would be too hard on
me to have to see you and not be able to hold you, and punish
you, and rape you. I'd have to go away. But if you want, that's
what we'll do. 
 
"But if you're willing, then we'll go on with your punishment,
and  by the end of it we'll be married officially, and we'll go
home together and be together always," he finished, then waited
for her reply.
 
She lowered her head for a few moments, then looked shyly up at
him and said, "I want to be yours, Sir."
 
He was so overcome, he could barely speak for a few moments. Then
he wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "You've
made me the happiest man alive, little missy!" Then he stepped
back and looked at her quizzically. "Do you think you could hold
still for the rest of your punishment? I'd rather have you untied
and submit to it willingly," he opined.
 
"I-I'll try, Sir," she stammered nervously.

"That's my girl! Now let's get you loose," he said as he undid
her wrist cuffs. Then he released her ankles, and caught her up,
lifting her off the floor and holding her in his arms for a long,
sweet hug. Then he set her on her feet, bent her under his arm,
pulled down her panties, and proceeded to give her a brisk,
businesslike spanking on her bare bottom, SMAK, SMAK, SMAK! 
 
"Oh! Ah! Ooo!" she cried out as he smacked her bottom again and
again. Then he stood her up, and her panties fell to her ankles.
He made her step out of them. Then he pulled her blouse off. She
wore no bra, being only ten, so her little breasts were
immediately exposed. She blushed prettily. He seized each breast,
kneading her little breast buds,  pinching  and twisting her
nipples as she gasped and moaned, "Ssss! Aaaah!" Then he snatched
a riding crop off the wall where it hung, and brought it down
sharply across her little breasts WAP! Again and again he whipped
her on her nipples and little breast buds.  She cried out wildly,
"AAAAA! O-O-O-O-O-OH! Oh, but please, Sir, PLEASE!" as she
writhed and moaned.
 
He put her in the knee-chest position on the divan and stripped
her of her skirt, leaving her only in her calf socks and saddle
shoes. She was now blushing deeply, thoroughly embarrassed at the
thought that, at only ten years old, her anus and little
girlcleft were so fully exposed to a grown man's avid gaze. He
didn't give her long to consider her position, though. Seizing a
flat plastic ruler, her brought it up sharply again and again
directly onto her clitoris, vulva, and anus, WAPP! SWAK! SMAK!
"AAAAAAAA! OH-OH-OH-OH! OH SIR! AAAAAAAAH!" she nearly screamed.

He fingered and pinched her tender delicate anus for a moment,
then went to an alcove and retrieved an ice dildo from the
freezer there. It was ridged and fairly thick. With one hand he
thrust it firmly deep into her anus, while with the other he
seized and molested her clitoris. She wailed and yelped as he
raped her little-girl anus with the ice dildo. Meanwhile that hot
wave built and built from her clitoris to her anus. Soon she was
bucking and sobbing as she came and came from the intensity of
her punishment.
 
While she was still sobbing and shuddering, he lubricated her
rosebud and firmly thrust his rod into her bottom-flower. She
screamed out loud as he thrust again and again into her,
stretching her tender tissues, raping her of the maidenhood of
her already-abused anus. She was so tight that in no time he was
spilling his seed into her rectum as she cried out in anguished
passion.
 
After her sobs died down to the occasional sniffle, he withdrew.
He swept her up in his arms and kissed her through her tears. He
carried her to a shower that adjoined the chamber. Soon he was
thoroughly scrubbing her most intimate parts with a rough terry
washcloth: nipples, vulva, anus. She squirmed involuntarily away
from his ministrations, so he said, severely, "Hold still, little
Missy!" and, pressing her front against the cold tile wall, he
spanked her wet bottom, cleft, clitoris, and anus again and
again. She jumped and moaned. Then he resumed washing her, and
she held still, though she trembled and whimpered like the little
girl she was as he paid strict attention to her tender delicate
anus, cleftlips, and clitoris. Then he rinsed her off with the
hard needle spray, lifted her out, and dried her with a rough
towel, rubbing her nipples and cleft vigorously as she moaned.

He carried her back to the divan and laid her on her back. He
began to kiss her: forehead, eyelids, glabella, sweet little
mouth, neck, then her chest. He spent some time sucking and
biting her nipples as she trembled and yipped. Then he moved down
her belly, pausing to kiss  her little jewel of a navel, then
blow a raspberry into it, making her giggle. He slid on down and
down, until suddenly he was there, seizing her clitoris in a long
bite between tongue and teeth that almost made her swoon. 
 
Soon he knew she was as ready as she'd be. He raised up, inserted
the head of his rod into her little unfledged girlcleft, and
thrust in, burying himself almost to the hilt in the little
preteen, raping her of her maidenhead with one swift stroke.
"AAAAAAH!" she screamed and nearly fainted from the overwhelming
punishment in her cleft, already smarting from her previous
abuse.  He just held her tightly for a while, nuzzling her silky
hair, while her sobs died away to the occasional sniffle. Then he
began to thrust in and out of her, long and slow at first, then
fast and hard. Her cries became louder and more anguished as he
raped her, pinning her to the divan with each stroke, driving for
her cervix. She screamed again and came wildly, but even after
her orgasm subsided, he continued to methodically rape her,
forcing her tender unfledged girlcleft to endure even more sexual
punishment until he finally deigned to pour his seed into her
little vagina.
 
After he had spent himself in her preteen sex, he picked her up
as he stood,  his rod still buried in her cleft, and held her for
a long time as she burned and murmured, almost sleepily. After a
while he withdrew gently, shifted her until she was lying in his
arms  like the little girl she was. He carried her to his car and
took her home. 
 
And they lived happily ever after.




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