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Disclaimer update March 29 2017


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Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
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organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.


Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
so or who would be offended if they did.  Most if not all of the
stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is
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I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls,
although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple
stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is
I write stories for my own enjoyment.


If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a
wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth"
as he puts it into the story line.  If there are any mistakes in
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and not his.  Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me.


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Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss,
humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints,
racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex,
young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one
story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and
canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape.


Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good
majority of these codes are.

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**

Psycho and the Therapist:

"Take these handcuffs off me, Kayla, and give me my clothes back
right now.  I'm really getting mad."

I couldn't understand how it happened.  I'm a licensed
psychotherapist and always in control.  Until today that is.

My name is Pamela Rossi, Doctor Pamela Rossi. I am forty
years-old, never married and no kids. I have always been very
focussed. I didn't have time for a boyfriend in high school nor
in college not even in grad school while working on my doctorate.
When I was growing up I was fascinated by how the female mind
works, especially how the adult female mind worked and I have
devoted my entire life to my passion of being a therapist. I had
my doctorate by age 25 and opened my practice by age 30. I have
lectured at colleges and universities and have written several
best-selling books, my most recent called, The Female Pecking
Order. The premise of this is that an adult woman's intelligence
is on the same level as that of a middle-school girl. Women are
always trying to figure out where they fit in female social
pecking order, whether they are at work or at leisure, even
relaxing at parties or get togethers where there is a mix of
mothers and daughters. The same thing happens to young girls
entering middle-school and for them, sixth grade can be a
confusing and scary time. Women, like middle-school girls, engage
in all forms of gossip because it is a way to build and
strengthen cliques. Not only that but gathering and controlling
the flow of information is how women and girls stay on top of the
social pecking order of who is in and who is out. Women, like
young girls,rely on words as a mean of aggression towards each
other but young girls seem to be more adept at using words to
control their environment than adult women.

**

I'd been seeing Kayla McNamara, an eleven year-old, for four
weeks. Normally I don't see kids in my practice but a female
colleague asked me to see her after she had failed to help the
girl with whatever problem Kayla was having. My colleague had
been unsuccessful in diagnosing Kayla's mental health issue. She
was in her sixth grade year and her mother said she had become
withdrawn since the start of school year. She started puberty
just prior to the start of school and maybe that had something to
do with it.

**

The first three sessions started out at an hour at a time.
Kayla's mother brought her to the first session, signed the
paperwork and made payment arrangements and then left saying she
would return in an hour, leaving her with my secretary, Brandi,
then ushered Kayla into my office.

Brandi Mayfield, seventeen years-old, had been my secretary for a
month now. I had fired my previous young secretary for constantly
being late to work and when I mentioned that to my close friend
and colleague, Dr Janice Mayfield, she suggested her daughter.
Brandi had graduated from high school last summer and was
enrolled in a junior college, and her mother had her own mental
health practice several blocks from me. Janice had prevailed on
me to employ her daughter so that she could earn money for
tuition and get experience in the job market. You can imagine
that I was somewhat reluctant to hire her: this time around I was
looking for a secretary with more experience.

Brandi had blonde hair, blue eyes, always wore short skirts that
came mid-thigh and five inch stilettos, the kind that is red on
the bottom of stiletto. Sometimes she wore blouses and other
times tight fitting polo shirts that matched nicely with her
skirts. I had told her that secretaries such as herself didn't
wear such, um, revealing clothing but she seemed nonplussed about
it. I thought about mentioning it to her mother but thought
better of it as I couldn't help admitting to myself that it was
kind of pleasing to the eye. Her long legs and slim ankles kept
drawing my eyes whenever she came into my office until I thought,
'Fuck, what kind of employer am I that ogles her secretary?
Weren't men the only ones who did that?' I have to keep reminding
myself, female pecking order and I'm on top.

Brandi ushered Kayla into my office and I came out from behind my
desk. "Hi, Kayla, I'm Dr Rossi," I said extending my hand.

To my amazement, Kayla just looked at me then walked past me to
sit in my favorite chair. I looked at Brandi who shrugged her
shoulders then shut the door as she walked out of my office.

I turned and looked at Kayla, to find her staring at me. "That's
my chair," I said and then gestured to the couch. "My patients
sit here on the couch."

The girl didn't move but continued to look at me. I suddenly felt
embarrassed and annoyed, standing in the middle of my own office
looking at the eleven year-old, finding myself in a battle of the
wills as I stared at her and she stared back. Women who came to
see me always knew their place and sat on the couch, but shit,
this sure was awkward. Of course I could become more insistent
but my experience had taught me that this rude behaviour could be
just a symptom of a deep-seated problem and so I smiled and sat
down on the couch.

I cleared my throat and adopted my professional voice. "So tell
me a little about yourself.

Nothing. She just looked at me.

"Tell me about school and your friends."

Nothing.

I tried to control my frustration. "How about...?"

"Shhhh!!" she said.

I was taken aback. "Kayla..?"

"Shhhh!!!" the girl said more forcefully.

My eyes got big and I sat back in the couch. Kayla glared at me.

I've always had a nervous twitch in my right leg, kind of
bouncing my leg up and down when I feel intimidated and under the
glare of this eleven year old girl, my leg was twitching now.

We sat there for what seemed like ten maybe fifteen minutes, I
don't know as I don't keep a clock in my office and I don't wear
a watch. I even ask my clients to leave their watches with
Brandi, instead using an hour glass filled with sand on the
corner of my desk that I turn over at the start of each session.

I started to say something but Kayla said, "Shhhh!!" to me again,
making me turn a couple of shades of red and look away from her.
Then she got up from my chair and walked over to my desk. I eyed
the chair wondering if I should get up from the couch and
casually walk over to it and sit down but that would look
childish and petty and I really wanted to show her who the adult
was.

It was then that I noticed Kayla touching things on the desk and
that bothered me, like really bothered me. You see, I like
symmetry, order, and everything on my desk lined up in straight
lines and parallel to the corners and edges of my desk. She idly
touched some things just enough that whatever she touched was
slightly moved. That irritated me and I fought an urge to jump up
and put everything back in its place.

Kayla walked over to the wall length bookshelf and ran her
fingers along the books. All the books were in order from tallest
to smallest, lined by date of publication. Seemingly at random
she pulled a book out of line but did not push it back. Oh, how I
wanted to walk behind her and push the books back in place.

It was then that Kayla took my book, "The Female Pecking Order",
off the shelf and looked at it. She turned it over and read the
synopsis on the back. She returned to the chair and put the book
in her gym bag.

"A very good..."

Shhh! she said and gave me a look as if to say, "What the hell
are you doing?

I burned red and looked away again. So we sat there for the
remaining time. I watched as the hour glass sand finished its
slow downward movement and dinged a little chime on the top.

Kayla got up from the chair and slung her gym bag over her
shoulder and left without a word or even a glance. I just sat on
the couch taking in what had just transpired over the last hour,
finally getting up and going to the bookshelf and straightening
the books. Brandi stuck her head in the doorway. "It's five
o'clock, Dr Rossi, and the office has been cleaned. I will see
you tomorrow morning."

"Good night Brandi," I replied as I waved her off and walked to
my desk. I had told Brandi that one of her jobs was to keep a
tidy office, like things lined up and parallel to each other,
ensuring that the keepsakes and such on her desk were in neat
order.

As I straightened the things on my own desk, I knew that eleven
is a difficult age for most girls and Kayla was certainly not the
exception.  For the hour that we sat there I could tell she was
shy, introverted to the extreme and naive about almost everything
in life. Not unlike a lot of women I see in my practice. While
other eleven year-old girls were trying to look like hot pop
stars, Kayla seemed to be emulating Mother Theresa.  Dowdy
clothes, no makeup, hair askew and little or no sense of style
and grace. I found myself wanting to change her, put some
symmetry into her clothes, straighten her hair, to bring out the
beautiful young woman who was hiding away inside.  I knew I had
my work cut out for me.

**

At our second session the next week I was sitting my chair when
Brandi showed Kayla in. She walked over to my desk and took the
book out of her gym bag, put it on the corner of the desk and
then casually pushed it, moving my personal things all completely
out of alignment. My right leg started to twitch again and I put
my right hand on my knee to stop the bouncing. Kayla then slung
her bag off her shoulder and dropped it on the corner of my desk
before walking around and sitting in my chair behind behind it.

"Kayla, I really think..."

"Shhhh!!!" she replied glaring at me. I burned red but didn't say
anything.

So we sat there saying nothing as she rocked back and forth in my
chair. I eyed the hour glass: it was going to be a long hour. I
decided that I was going to play her at her own game and say
nothing, leaving it up to her to start speaking, but as the sand
trickled down, she remained silent and frustratingly unconcerned.

When the hour glass eventually chimed, Kayla simply got up from
my chair, slung her gym bag over her shoulder and walked out of
my office. Fuck, I was losing control of the situation. Why did I
let her dominate me with her rudeness , her silence. She can't
"Shhh" me. I burned with anger with my right leg twitching
harder. Brandi looked in, saying the office was clean and she
would see me in the morning and I just nodded my head and waved
her off.

I slowly looked down at my crotch, I was wet for some reason. I
mean I could feel a wet spot on my panties. How the fuck did that
happen? What caused it? I stood up then reached under my skirt,
pulling it up, and the felt my panties. Yep, wet spot. I haven't
had a wet spot in like... forever.

**

The next week in the third session I was sitting at my desk. I
could make out that Brandi and Kayla were talking about
something, then I heard laughter and more talking, and that
bothered me: how cum she is happy to talk to my secretary but not
me? Brandi escorted her into my office, both girls  smiling.
Kayla unslung her gym bag and dropped it next to my favorite
chair, and then plopped down in the chair and stretched her legs
out. Even with the baggy clothes she was wearing I could tell she
was petite. A little sweat broke out on my upper lip.

I worked up my nerve. "Hello, Kayla..."

"Shhh!!" she replied as she sat upright in the chair and leaned
aggressively my direction.

My eyes got big as a I stared at her then I looked away. What
shame I had. Then I noticed as my leg started to twitch that my
panties had a wet spot again. Oh god no, that cant be happening!

For a good half-hour we sat there saying nothing. Then Kayla got
up and walked around the office, touching things, running her
fingers over things. She walked behind me, bumped into my chair
as she looked at my degrees on the wall behind me. With out
thinking, I scooted the chair forward a little bit, out of her
way. Why the fuck did I do that? I burned red again. Stay in
control, you're on top.

She walked around the office several times touching things, like
the lamp, my chair even the couch. I wondered what she was doing:
it was as if she was deliberately invading my personal space.
Goddamn, I was the adult here and the doctor, I should be able to
talk to her, but I couldn't.

At the end of a tense, silent hour, the hour glass chimed and as
before, Kayla just grabbed her bag and walked out the door. As I
sat there in my office I wanted to touch myself in the worst way,
to release the tension, let my anger flow out of me. I heard
something strange outside my door, Brandi and Kayla laughing and
giggling. I strained to hear what they were saying but felt it
undignified to snoop on them by walking over the door.

Brandi stuck her head in the doorway and said she would see me in
the morning and I smiled and waved her off. What bothered me was
that Brandi and Kayla were interacting, a seventeen year-old and
an eleven year-old. That shouldn't happen. There was too much of
an age difference and the difference in maturity told me that
that interaction shouldn't happen, they didn't have anything in
common. But what really got me flustered was that Kayla was
talking to Brandi and not me.

That night I masturbated in the most glorious and shameful way,
not once but three times thinking of Kayla as she sat in office,
doing nothing. I had never done that before, not even as a teen.
Fuck where did that stamina come from, cumming three times? Hell
if I know but it really felt good.

**

Well as you know I made no progress in the first three sessions
with Kayla. Today, I was nervous as could be for our fourth
session. If nothing happened to today I would talk to Kayla's
mother and cancel the therapy: it was wasting my time and her
money.

As I sat there waiting for Kayla to arrive I wondered how was I
going to get past the silence, how was I going to get her to open
up? If she kept shushing me every time how was I going to
progress with her treatment? I wanted to try with her, I really
did, but we were getting nowhere. I had to assert the pecking
order: I was the adult and she was the child.

The other thing was I was flustered all day long as I tried to
decide whether to sit at my desk or in my favorite chair. I had
seen three other women that day and only half listened to them as
I my mind wandered, chair or desk? One of them, Mrs Peters, asked
if I was okay as I looked preoccupied.

Brandi ushered Kayla into the office. I was sitting at my desk. I
turned the hour glass over and sat back looking at her as she
unslung her gym bag and sat down in the chair.

Kayla opened her gym bag and took out an electronic tablet, the
kind with a ten inch screen on it. I didn't allow electronics
during sessions with clients, I have them leave their smart
phones and tablets outside with Brandi. And I knew that Kayla
knew this.

I sat forward. "Kayla, you know that I don't....."

"Shhh! Dr Rossi," she replied as she fiddled with the tablet.

I quickly worked up my nerve. "Look, Kayla, you can't keep
shushing me. Your mother is paying good money for you to be
here." I spoke quickly before she could shush me again.

The girl ignored me. "Did you know that there is pornography on
the internet, Dr. Rossi?  I mean I see the pictures and video but
I think it is all made up. What kind of woman would allow herself
to subjected to icky stuff like that?" I couldn't help but wonder
what she was looking at and obscene image flashes momentarily
through my mind.

"I don't think it's right for you as an eleven year-old to look
at porn. Pornography can be pretty confusing stuff for a girl
your age, especially starting puberty." Fuck, we were finally
getting somewhere but I didn't want to talk about pornography. I
watched her carefully and I thought she was thinking it over, but
I couldn't quite tell: she was so hard to read.

She was still looking at the tablet. "Why would a woman want to
become a whore and sell her services on the internet? Let people
take humiliating pictures of her doing stuff and then post it on
the internet?"

"Well, um, some women do it for the money, others because they
are bored, but mostly they are forced into it." What the fuck did
I know, but anything to keep her talking.

"Well, you do it for the money, Doctor Rossi," Kayla said looking
over at me.

"Do what?"

"Sell your services."

"Yes, for my business." I couldn't figure out where this was
going.

"You sell your services just like a whore would." She looked over
at me. It was the emphasis on "whore" that bothered me.

"Kayla, I'm not...," but she interrupted me.

"Well, maybe I won't look at porn anymore, but since I have it on
my tablet, maybe we could talk about some of the pictures and
video I see. Maybe you could explain some stuff to me." Her tone
had changed and she looked hopefully at me.

This is what I'd been waiting for.  Finally, she wanted to talk
and I could sense a break through but to talk about porn, with an
eleven year-old? Well, it is a start. I sat forward in my chair
and rested my arms on my desk.

"Okay then, let's talk.  Tell me what pornography you found on
the internet that's so interesting."

Kayla described several pictures where women were getting dressed
for work or going out on a date. She mentioned a lot of
descriptions of matching bra and panty sets, thongs, push up bras
and all different types of undies that women have available to
wear.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god it wasn't porn the girl
was describing. Maybe she was confused what pornography was? I
sat there and said nothing. I wanted her to talk.

Kayla looked up from the tablet. "No way, Dr. Rossi. Adult women
wouldn't wear stuff like this, I think this is some kinky shit. 
What's wrong with these stupid women? Seeing and reading stuff
like this makes me nervous and I'm scared sometimes. Like maybe I
have to wear this kinky stuff like these women when I get older?"

I thought it was so sad.  The poor girl knew nothing and she was
getting the wrong message from surfing the internet. I had a
pretty good idea about why she was so messed up.

"Kayla...," I started to say but she cut me off.

"Come here, Dr Rossi," she said. I sat back in my chair: what she
asked didn't bother me but what did bother me was the way she
said it, like she was ordering a dog to her with the emphasis on
"come here".

"Come here, Dr. Rossi," Kayla said again but in a nicer way.
"Take a look at these kinky pictures and you'll understand."

I shrugged my shoulders and got up. I walked around the desk and
stood slightly behind Kayla as I looked down at the tablet. Yep,
just like I thought, pictures of women in the latest undergarment
fashions, nothing sexual about it.

"Dr. Rossi, I know you're a professional woman. I see your
degrees and awards on the wall," Kayla said as she was still
looking at the tablet. I nodded my head in agreement as I smiled
inside. She continued, "I know as a professional woman you're
smart enough that you wouldn't do anything kinky like these
women."

"Right," I agreed.

"But, um..," she trailed off.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Well, um..." She looked at me again.

"Kayla I am here to help you to get you over your fears." I said
as I stepped around in front of her. "Go ahead and ask me
anything."

The poor girl looked embarrassed. "Well, okay, but, well, I
always wanted to see what professional women like yourself wore
under their clothes." She looked up at me with a hopeful look.

Suddenly an idea occurred to me. Perhaps at the heart of Kayla's
problem was a fear of what was expected of her as a women. She
was only eleven and obviously frightened by the sort of pictures
she had shown me and the as yet unknown world of the adult woman.
No wonder she had been so rude and silent: she had clearly
bottled up all those fears and was frightened of revealing her
ignorance to me. My professional experience told me that I had to
do whatever I could do allay her anxiety and reassure her.

I smiled at her and looked away for a moment: well, we were
talking and hopefully getting somewhere, and it wouldn't do any
harm to see that there was nothing wrong with sexy underwear.
Something made me pull the hem up on my dress above my nylon top
to reveal a black garter and the red suspenders that attached to
my garter belt.

I could see the look of surprise and disbelief on the eleven
year-old's face when she realized I was wearing underwear every
bit as sexy as the catalog pictures on her tablet.

"You wear sexy underwear, too, Dr Rossi?" Kayla asked as she
stood up from the chair.

I nodded my head and smiled, "Yes." I was still holding the hem
of my one piece dress up and looking down at my red suspenders.

"I don't believe you, Dr Rossi. Let me see your underwear
properly," Kayla asked matter-of-factly.

I took a couple of steps back then pulled my skirt higher as she
walked around me studying every detail of my black seamed nylons,
black garter belt with red suspenders and matching red and black
panties. I like red and black and as i looked down at my under
garments, I felt myself moisten slightly.

"Does that mean it's normal for a professional women like
yourself to wear stuff like you have on" she asked as she
squatted down for a closer look at the top of my thighs.

"Well, I don't know about it being normal to wear clothes like
this. I guess it depends on the girl and her mother. But I
certainly enjoy it," I said, trying to keep my voice even and
professional. I had always loved wearing sexy lingerie, even in
my teen years, and somehow I was getting turned on standing there
on display with this eleven year-old taking it all in. By now I
had pulled my skirt up almost to my waist exposing my front and
rear.


Kayla stood up. "Gee, Dr Rossi, I can see right through the back
of your panties."

I felt her hand rubbing my butt as she talked.  She was feeling
the flimsy material and that was definitely beginning to have an
effect on me.

"Um, Kayla, dear...," I started to say as I looked over my
shoulder.

But she ignored what I was saying and cut me off. "I still don't
see the fascination that women have with sexy under garments. I
mean who are they trying to impress?" She looked at me as I
looked over my shoulder at her. "Who are you trying to impress
Doctor Rossi?"

I felt her hand gently trace one of my butt cheeks and then I had
a difficult time standing still while her finger moved up and
down in the crack between my two round globes.  I didn't want to
stop her exploration because this was the first time in three
sessions I got a connection with her and I didn't want to ruin
the moment, but fuck I was losing control.

She walked over to the chair and picked up her tablet. "Does your
bra match your panties?" she asked in that same matter-of-fact
tone.

She stood there looking at me expectantly and I felt the colour
rising in my cheeks. I really didn't want to do it but somehow I
reasoned that if I was to stop now we would be back at square
one. I decided it wouldn't matter if I slipped my dress off since
we were both female.  I felt a little shiver of anticipation as I
threw my dress to the chair and waited for this youngster to
continue her inspection.  I was amazed at the glow forming in my
pussy and noticed that I was wet and I knew I had a wet spot on
my panties.  For some reason I got very excited when she looked
at me in my exposed state. It was almost like, fuck, like I
wanted her to be pleased with me, pleased with what I wore.

"Wow, a strapless push up bra.  I've only seen things like that
on the internet," she smiled as she walked over with the tablet.

Kayla was doing more than looking as she put her tablet under her
arm.  She stood in front of me and cupped my breasts with her
hands and I felt an insistent squeezing as she examined the
flimsy red and black garment.  My nipples started to stick out
and I could feel the heat flow from the tips of my breasts to the
rest of my body. It took all my will-power not to bring my hands
up to move hers away. I thought I was going to lose control and I
wanted her to stop, but I wanted to find out how this was going
to end even more. Control, stay in control.

"Doctor Rossi, how come your panties are transparent in the back
and opaque in the front?" As she asked the question her hand slid
between my legs and rubbed my cunt through the material. I felt
the fingers of her hand trying to split my dampening lips and a
firm pressure on my slit as her finger pushed the material into
my cunt.

"Kayla, please, don't!" I stammered as I tried to push her hand
away but lost my breath when her knuckle slid across my swollen
clit.  I lost track of everything as I held her hand. I knew I
should stop her, but I wanted this child to go on even more. 
Lust was clouding my mind and it was almost too late to turn
back. I was losing control, the pecking order was changing.

"What about this doctor." I came back to reality and saw her
pointing to another entry on her tablet.  "It says here that
adult women like to kiss and even put their tongues in each
other's mouths.  How gross is that?. Aren't men and women only
supposed to kiss each other?"

Pleased that she had been diverted, I tried to explain to her
that some women like to kiss each other in social situations like
when they greet each other or when they say good bye and that she
shouldn't be so judgmental.

"Well, I've never been kissed before. My friends tell me it is
cool and all," she said almost shyly.

"You're still young Kayla. I mean, eleven year-old girls
shouldn't be kissing yet."

"My friends do and besides it says here that lesbians kiss also.
Do lesbians like to kiss each other, Doctor Rossi?"

"I suppose, yes, lesbians do kiss each other." Seeing the
direction she was heading, I tried to get the conversation back
on track. "Look Kayla...," I started to say.

"Are you a lesbian Doctor Rossi?"

"Heavens no, Kayla!" My cunt was raging for some reason.

"But you've kissed other women before?"

"Well, yes. but in social situations," I hastily added.

"Then can you show me how to kiss?"

Oh fuck! Well what could it hurt I asked myself. I mean I was
finally getting through to her, getting her to talk and open up.
I was still in my underwear and bra and unexpectedly found I was
enjoying the opportunity to show off in front of this eleven
year-old.

I moved towards her and put my hands on her shoulders and she put
her hands on my waist, we looked into each other's eyes. I felt
weird for some reason. I felt her lips press against mine and her
tiny tongue traced a route across my lower lip.  It was like a
tiny jolt of electricity that moved from my lip to some hidden
place inside my brain.  Her tongue was like a key that opened my
mouth to her exploration and it snuck inside and quickly found
mine waiting there in the dark.  Her mouth had the sweet scented
taste of ambrosia and her tongue was like a lovable dragon trying
wrap it's love around its soul mate. I was surprised at how
quickly she learned and how easily I was being turned on. My head
was leaning to the right and hers to the left as we continued to
wrap our tongues around each other.

After we broke the first kiss for air we stood there looking at
each other, our noses almost touching, my arms wrapped around her
upper back and her hands on my waist. We smiled at each other,
didn't speak, and starting kissing again.

We kissed for a third time and a fourth time. She delighted in
what we were doing as if she invented the kiss and now wanted to
make sure it didn't go away.  My breath was coming in gasps and
my chest rose and fell over the constant thumping of my heart. 
Her hands were moving over my naked skin as I used my left hand
to hold her closer and I ran the fingers of my right hand through
her hair.  Her hand stopped at my bra strap and then moved on to
the elastic of my panties. Her index finger slipped inside and
marched along the trail formed by my butt cheeks.  My back
instinctively arched to give her better access and my tits
pressed into hers.  I felt my heat and  my wetness. I felt my
lust and felt my passion. God, how I wanted this child in the
worst way. Female pecking order be damned.

Suddenly Kayla broke the kiss and looked at her tablet. I was
fucking frustrated standing there looking at her.

"Kayla," I started to say but she interrupted me.

She made a couple of swipes on the screen. "Okay Doctor Rossi, I
guess kissing is pretty cool, but look at this. What woman would
be dumb enough to let someone put handcuffs on her?  This is just
silly. See these women here? They got handcuffs on for whatever
reason."

At first she seemed skeptical that people would play little
fantasy games.  I told her that all men and women have things in
the back of their minds that they might like to try and if they
found a willing partner, it would nice for both people.  We
talked some more and I thought she was finally beginning to see
the light.

"I guess you're right doctor. Women can't be that stupid to allow
somebody to put handcuffs on them unless it is just a game." She
pulled a pair of handcuffs from her bag and dangled them from her
hand.  "My mom had these in her closet so I guess she does play
those silly games."

"You got these from your mother?"

"Of course, I had to see if she had something like what I see in
the pictures. So do you think she likes to have fun?"

"Yes, Kayla, it's just something fun to do," I said reassuringly
but my cunt was still on fire and I was horny as hell. "Would you
like to try a game with the handcuffs?" I don't really know what
made me say that but my thinking was that I would put the cuffs
and her so she would see it was not threatening. I even
fantasised what fun it could be as I licked and kissed her body,
but before I had even completed the thought she was behind me and
had my hands behind my back, securing the cuffs on my wrists.

"Hey, this is really way cool, Dr Rossi.  I can do anything I
want to you and you can't stop me." She was smiling but there was
an alarming tone in her voice.

"Kayla you're making me nervous," I said firmly as I turned and
faced her.

She hadn't done anything yet, but she did have a strange look on
her face.  I felt very helpless with the cuffs holding my arms
behind my back.  My nipples were still sticking out and for some
reason I was getting turned on by being exposed and helpless.

"Gosh, I could do anything I wanted and you couldn't stop me.
This is so cool." She spoke more to herself than to me.

I wasn't feeling the same way.  She squeezed my nipples through
the material of my bra and got them standing up straight like two
little soldiers.  She traced the hills of my breasts with her
hand and let a finger slide between my cleavage.  Her finger
moved down to my bra and slowly pulled on the cups until my tits
popped out of their enclosure.

"Damn, Doctor Rossi, you have beautiful nipples!" she smiled.

"What are you doing, Kayla? Please don't," I pleaded as I tried
to move my hands.

"I'm doing anything I want of course, Doctor Rossi. This is a
fantasy game like we talked about and I have found a willing
partner," she giggled.

"Who do you think you're talking to young lady?" I barked, my
anger building.

"Just some dumb woman doctor who is standing here in her office
in her underwear with handcuffs holding her arms behind her
back." She let her hand slip between my legs and grabbed my cunt
so hard I almost doubled over.  "She can't do shit about it
either."

"This has gone on far enough, Kayla. Please, I beg you," I
sobbed, my anger turning to desperation as I realised just how
badly I had misread her.

"Fuck you.  If you don't shut up, I'm going to start screaming
and I'll get that young receptionist of yours in here to back me
up.  You'll be in deep shit then."

My god.  No one would believe that an eleven year-old girl could
trick a mature woman into taking off her dress and putting on
handcuffs.  I remained silent as I tried frantically to figure a
way out of this mess.

"Okay Doctor Rossi, I've been reading up on this and I want to
get a few things straight.  First, you better start calling me
Miss Kayla.  Understand?"

"Yes, Kayla."

"What!" There was a dangerous look in her eyes.

"Yes, Miss Kayla."

"Ah, that's better, doctor.  Now you better show me some respect
and do just what I tell you. I've got a few more tricks in my bag
to make sure you do."

She dumped the contents of her bag on my desk after pushing my
things to the floor.  I didn't recognize most of what she had,
but the wooden cane and riding crop looked ominous.

"I am at the top of the female pecking order, like it says in
your book," she smiled. "And you are the little girl in middle
school."

Her hands found the back of my bra and I felt her unsnap it one
hook at a time.  When it was completely unfastened she pulled it
back and forth across my breasts.  My nipples were being tortured
by the rough material sliding over them.  I tried to move away
from her, but she had me trapped.

My breasts jiggled and bounced when she let my bra pop off my
tits.  I felt my face turn red as her hands moved easily over my
boobs.  She pulled my nipple until it hurt and then let it snap
back into place.  She pulled both nipples next and held them
until I moaned and looked away in an ecstasy I could not control.
 In the back of my mind this degrading situation seemed so
irresistible and yet it was this eleven year old girl who was
giving me pain and pleasure.

"You like this don't you, Doctor?" Kayla smiled as she put her
hands on her hips.

"No, please let me go now," I whined like a child.

"YOU LIKE THIS DON'T YOU, DOCTOR?" she repeated and slapped my
right cheek.

I was stunned. "Yes, Miss Kayla, I like it." I sobbed.

"Yes, I thought you did.  You better like everything I do if you
know what's good for you.  Do you understand doctor?"

"Yes, Miss Kayla."

"Good. Now, who is the little girl here?" she asked as I felt a
finger from each hand slide into the elastic of my panties.  She
pulled them down very slowly while she smirked in my face.

"I am Miss Kayla," I sobbed, my resolve crumbling before her
demanding eyes and my own lost.

I could just feel the top of my panties clear the start of my
pussy hair when she grabbed the scissors and cut the red and
black silky garment off my body.  I was more than naked standing
there in nothing but heels, stockings and garter belt and
suspenders.  I couldn't cover up and she didn't try to disguise
her lustful glances at my body.

"Well, why doesn't my little girl open her pretty mouth as wide
as she can."

I had no idea what she had in mind, but decided I better go along
with her until I had a chance to get away.  As soon as my mouth
was opened, she jammed my panties into it and pushed my chin
closed. The flavour of my juice hit my tastebuds.

"Now I want you to take good care of those panties.  If you drop
them I'm going to do something really bad to you.  Do you
understand?"

I couldn't talk with the silk garment in my mouth so I just
nodded my head.

"Now spread your legs, Doc. That's a good little girl." Kayla
said as she slapped both my ass cheeks.

Her hand was on my cunt. The youngster was rubbing me in a
constant motion and I could feel her finger slide up and down my
slit.  Her right hand wasn't moving very fast and her left hand
was on my lower back keeping me bent over at the waist. The
fingers of her right hand rubbed just enough to tease and taunt
my body, but not enough to give me the release I needed so badly.
 I could hardly think straight.  She new exactly what she was
doing. She had me on the ropes and I wanted it to end.

I felt an orgasm sneak up on my body and I tensed for its
pleasure.  She must have felt my cunt contract, too because She
stopped just long enough for me to cool off and then started in
again on my oozing hole.  She did it over and over until I was
crying with frustration.

"Does the good doctor want to get off?

"Pleeeasshhh!" I moaned desperately through the panties in my
mouth.

"Too bad I can't understand you with those panties in your mouth.
 Oh well.  I guess we'll play another game."

She stopped moving her hand and left her middle finger inside me.
I tried to move my body on her finger and she let me thrust my
cunt into her hand over again without moving it.  I didn't care
how foolish I looked, a forty year-old woman humping the finger
of an eleven year-old. So much for me the professional woman:
what a sick fuck I was but I was desperate and needed her hand.

Just as I was ready to get off on my own she said, "Ooops, times
up.  You should have been faster, Doctor.  Well, you'll know
better next time."

She pushed me down on my knees making me kneel before her. I was
very uncomfortable, but couldn't do anything about it. I was
relieved when she pulled the panties from my mouth and gasped for
breath when my mouth was empty.

I watched as she removed her baggie sweat bottoms and baggie
sweat shirt and let them drop to the ground. I was stunned when I
realized she was wearing what looked like a mistress costume
underneath her baggie clothes. The black panties she was wearing
were crotchless.  My god where did an eleven year-old get
something like that? But more importantly, fuck, she looked
gorgeous.

She grabbed my hair and buried my face between her legs.  I could
smell her lust and feel the smoothness of her cunt.  When she
pulled my hair harder I realized I had no choice and tentatively
licked her pussy. It was delicious, the fresh taste of an eleven
year old cunt.  She was now completely in command, using my hair
as a rudder to guide my mouth and control my actions to suit her
needs.

I buried my tongue in her slit and drank a flood of her juices
that poured into my mouth, twirling around it inside her pussy as
I lapped up the liquid that smeared my tongue and face. Jesus, I
never knew a preteen cunt could ooze so much cream.

She pulled hard on my hair and screamed out her orgasm as she
used my mouth, nose and forehead as her rubbing post.  I felt her
body tense and tremble.  She shuddered as she lost control to her
lust.  Nothing but the sound of animal lust and girl passion.

It seemed like forever before she finally got control of herself.
I hoped it was over, but I was wrong.

"Okay, little girl.  Hop up on your desk.  Get a move on."

She made me kneel down in the middle of my desk and bend my body
in a 90 degree angle with my hands still cuffed behind me.  My
tits hung loosely pointing toward the desk like two upside down
mountains.  They swayed back and forth with every little
movement.  When I finally spread my legs and arched my back to
her satisfaction, she jammed my panties back into my mouth.  I
felt like a fool and must have looked so wantonly exposed..

I noticed something strange about my behavior: no matter how bad
things got, my body betrayed me and seemed to want even more to
happen.  My cunt was wet, my clit was engorged with blood and I
felt heat radiate to every part of my body.  My lust was all I
could think of.  I knew I should stop this, but I couldn't think
straight and didn't know what to do.

"I think you need a few decorations, Doctor Rossi.  You're just
all naked and stuff.  Let's see what I've got for you."

I muffled a scream through the panties when she put the first
nipple clamp on the sensitive tip of my breast, the sharp metal
biting into the bud.  She just laughed and found the other clamp
which soon held my other nipple in a permanent erection.  I
didn't know what she was going to do with the third clamp until I
felt her trap my swollen clit it its vise-like grip.  I felt pain
and suddenly spit the panties out of my mouth with a scream.

"Oh, too bad.  Now I have to punish you.  Don't you agree,
doctor?"

Abandoned to my lust, I went along with her and said, "Yes, Miss
Kayla.  You have to punish me." I panted as the pain seared my
clit. Fuck it hurt.

"I'm glad you agree but you also realize that I'm not going to
remove the clamp from your clitty after I punish you?"

"Yes Miss Kayla." I was still catching my breath.

I felt the riding crop crash on my back.

Twack! Twack! Twack!

Despite her age, she hit hard and stripes of heat seemed to be
forming on my skin in all the many places where the lashes
struck. I cried out once again.

"Damn. You're not learning anything. You know for a smart
professional woman, you don't learn very good. So I guess I have
to do it again."

Twack! Twack! Twack!

This time I was able to hold back my scream.  I was relieved to
see her throw the crop to the ground.

"Now let's see.  Yes, I was decorating you." She said as she put
my panties back in my mouth.

She picked up a ten inch long round cylinder that had a large red
and yellow feather attached at one end.  The other end was
slightly rounded and blunt.  I refused to scream as she slowly
worked the butt plug into my asshole.  I realized that I must
look like a fool, but it was now far too late to do anything
about it.  I was in her power and had no other choice.

Next she took a bright red lipstick and colored my areolas until
my breasts looked like parody.  She colored my lips in glossy
pink lipstick taking care to be neat.  She painted my cheeks with
a bright red rouge and I could feel myself being turned into some
sort of clown.

She had the largest container of hair gel I'd ever seen. She took
out scoops of it and worked my hair, molding it into something
that must have looked like a punk rock look of the 80s. Once she
had it looking the way she wanted it, she took out some spray
colors and turned it purple, orange and blue.  She used the rest
of the purple color on my lower back just above my ass cheeks,
and told me it spelled out, "F-U-C-K T-O-Y!"

She produced a bar and used the ropes on the two ends to tie up
my ankles.  My legs were now spread apart and I couldn't close
them.  Just to remind me how much was exposed, she pressed
several fingers roughly into my pussy and twisted them around
until I could hardly stand the sensation.

I couldn't move and my back was killing me.

"I think we need some remembrance pictures, don't you doctor?"
she said with a giggle.

She took my diplomas from the wall and leaned them up against me.
She started snapping away with her smart phone and I realized she
was only one step away from being able to post pictures of me on
the internet.  My god what was I going to do? My professional
career ruined because of my lust for this girl.

She set up a tripod and started a video camera.  When she was
happy with her setup, she took out the cane and started swatting
my ass.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

She stopped and ran her hand over my ass cheeks feeling my skin.

"You have very smooth skin, Doctor Rossi."

Crack! Crack! Crack!

She stopped again and ran her fingers once more over my ass
cheeks and I could feel the ridges of swollen flesh where the
cane had hit me.

"Nice!" she said, like an artist admiring her work.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Every time I cried out it caused her to swat me again and again.
Somehow I was able to stifle my screams behind my panties and she
decided to stop.  My ass cheeks were now covered with burning
redness but no broken skin.  I knew it wouldn't be possible for
me to sit down for several days. I would have to see my clients
standing up and walking around the office, pretending nothing was
wrong.

Even though I was in extreme pain, I realized that my body was
betraying me.  My cunt was soaked, my thighs wet, and I longed
for more of her mistreatment.

"Now I've got one more thing to do here and you better not make a
mistake. Do you understand?"

Somehow I was able to mumble, "Yes Miss Kayla", and she continued
on with her sexual torture. She reached into her gym bag and took
out long black dildo with straps attached. Without a pause, I
felt the dildo pushed hard and deep into my swollen cunt, my
juices squelching around it.

"This is a strap-on Doctor Rossi and I am leaving it here for
Brandi to make use of." It was very wide, but it filled my
womanhood. It was stuck in the hole between my legs like some
grotesque cock without a rider.

"Okay, Doctor Rossi. I have to leave now, but I'm sure Brandi
will come in to get you eventually." She wrote a note on a
sticky. "I am leaving this for Brandi. It says, 'Please use my
cunt', so that will be up to her. She just might let you come as
she's fucking you, but who knows? By the way, I'm sure all my
friends are going to love your videos and pictures. You know its
easy to set-up a web page nowadays." She patted me on the head.
"Oh yes, I will be here next week for my appointment. I want you
to be wearing your high heels, your hose with the garter and
suspenders and nothing else. I want these toys laid out on your
desk and you standing in the middle of the office waiting for me.
Oh, and make sure you're wearing the handcuffs. I'm sure Brandi
will help you put them on if you can't manage."

She paused and flicked the clamp on my clit. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Kayla," I mumbled through my panties, trying to ignore
the pain. My life is ruined, my professional life is ruined.

Kayla quickly pulled her baggie sweats on, smiled at me and with
that she was gone. I could hear Brandi and Kayla laughing but
couldn't make out what they were saying. Fuck, my heart was
racing and I was nervous as hell but there was that tingling
sensation in my stomach.

I don't know how long I had been on top of my desk, unable to
move, but the hour glass chimed. There was a knock at the door
and Brandi stuck her head in.

"Doctor Rossi!"

**

End of Chapter 1