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 Interlude (M/g spank reluc romantic)

   Written by cc



   I finished work and went upstairs to see my little girl.  She was in my
bedroom, lying on her tummy on the bed, facing the wide-screen, playing
some version or other of Mario, I don't know which one; I lost track of
them after Super Mario World for the 64.

   She was naked, of course.  I never put clothes on her when we're at home
alone, and since I work at home and she's home-schooled, that means she's
naked all day almost every day.  I sat down on the bed next to her and
looked her over.  I couldn't see any marks on her little bottom, for which
I was glad; we'd had quite a 'session' the night before, and I have no
intention of damaging her skin.  Every now and then there might be a small
welt, but I'd rather avoid even that.

   Cindy is about ten.  We don't know exactly; I found her abandoned on the
streets of ****** City when she was probably five or six.  Some money in
the right hands made it possible to adopt, and then marry her even though
she was underage.  Ever since then I've been her 'Daddy' and 'Master' and
she's my little slave-girl-wife.

   I reached out and stroked her soft buttocks, and kneaded and worked
them. She wiggled a bit but was intent on her game.  I gave her a SMACK! 
and she just whined and said, "'Daddy', please, I'm tryin' to beat the
Boss!" so I went back to stroking her gently, reveling in the feel of her
little-girl skin, so smooth and soft, squeezing her buttocks and thighs. 
She purred even as she kept playing.  I reached under the bed and pulled
out the riding crop I keep handy and put it on the bed.

   "I did it!" she finally shouted, put the control down, and jumped into
my lap.  I gathered her in for a big hug, holding and rocking her, stroking
her back and nuzzling her silky brown hair, hanging long and straight.

   After a bit I let my hands drift, stroking her thighs, running in
towards her chest.  I leaned her left side out a bit and seized her nipple
and breastbud, which barely broke the plane of her chest, kneading and
working her.  She gasped a bit and moaned.  I tipped her little face up and
kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then long and deep on her
mouth, forcing her lips open with my tongue, probing inside, the tip of her
little tongue tickling the tip of mine, which sent jolts straight to my
groin as I groaned and held her tighter.

   One last big hug, then I pulled her away from me and bent her over my
lap as she squealed, "Daddy, please!" SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!  went my hand on
her little bottom, jiggling prettily with each spank.  "AH!  AH!  AH!" she
cried out.  Her trim buttocks reddened faintly as I continued her
discipline, her little legs kicking.

   By then I was hard as a rock, and I had an idea for something a little
different today.  After a quick soothing caress of her punished bottom (as
she cooed and whimpered sweetly), I lifted her off my lap and stood her up
in front of me.

   Cindy is a stunner.  Standing about four and a half feet tall, she's
somberly pretty, with long lashes and brown eyes, sweet pouty lips, breasts
no more than buds topped by cute little nipples, slim hips, and most
fetching of all, her puffy-lipped unfledged girlcleft with prominent
clitoris, framed so prettily between her slender thighs.  She stood with
her head a little down, peeping up at me through her eyelashes.  She was
totally adorable.

   I winked at her a bit and she smiled shyly.  I said, mock-sternly, "Now,
little slavegirl, you're going to learn how to service your Master.  Get on
your knees."

   She dithered a bit, saying, "Oh, Master, do I haveta?!" so I reached out
and pinched a nipple, intoning,

   "Right now, young lady!" She jumped and gasped, then quickly knelt down
before me, looking so pretty and submissive I almost creamed right then. 
"Open my pants and take out my rod," I ordered, and her little hands
reached up to my fly and slowly undid it.  I don't wear underwear, so my
member fairly sprang out as she exposed it, rampant and pointing skyward.
She sat back and awaited my next command.  "Take it in your hands and
stroke it." She gingerly reached out.  I'd had her touch me before, but
she's still very shy about it, and I don't make her do it often.  Her
fingers felt like a butterfly brushing it at first, but she gathered
confidence and ran her fingers up and down it more firmly.  It felt good,
good, but nowhere near enough.  "Now take it in your mouth and suck it like
a lollipop or a popsicle.  Don't forget to swallow what comes out!" She
made a little face and looked up at me.  I've raped her mouth before, but
it had been a while.  "I mean now, little slavegirl!" and I picked up the
crop and smacked her on her left thigh, WHAP!

   "AAA!" she yelped, and hurried to obey, opening her little mouth and
taking the head of my rod inside.  What a marvelous experience; a darling
little preteen had her sweet lips wrapped around my manhood, sucking on it.
The sensation was intense.

   "Take it a little farther in, honey," I managed to groan out.  I didn't
want to gag her; but she managed to get a bit more in her little mouth.  I
held the sides of her head and gently worked it in and out while she
continued to suck and slurp.  You can bet it didn't take long before I was
emptying myself in her mouth.  I managed to pull back a little bit before I
came so it didn't go directly down her throat.  She gamely tried to swallow
it all, but some leaked out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.  After
I'd groaned out the last of a top-notch orgasm I pulled her up off my knees
and held her tight, so grateful for the gift she keeps on giving me.  I
kissed her long and full, but sweet, not caring that traces of my seed were
still on her lips.  Then I gently wiped her face with a cloth.

   "Go back to your game for a bit, little one," I said, and without more
encouragement she cheerfully flipped over and grabbed the control.  I
headed downstairs and puttered for a bit, decided what to make for supper
and got out some of the ingredients and utensils.  Then I headed back
upstairs.

   She was engrossed in the game, avidly and expertly sending Mario or
Luigi or somebody through the requisite twists and turns.  I strolled over
to the closet and got one of my belts off the hanger; I also pulled the one
I was wearing off my pants.  I caught a glimpse of her eyeing me warily. 
With good reason; I came back to the bed and, without any preamble, took
the strap-end of a belt to her bare bottom, SMACK!

   "AAAH!" she yelped, "Oh, 'Daddy', please, lemme just finish this level,
huh, please?" I just grinned and sat next to her, soothing her buttocks
where the faint red mark was left from the belt.  She wiggled a bit under
my hand, but concentrated on the task at hand and soon had Mario (or
whomever) safe wherever he was supposed to be, and her progress 'saved'.

   "Just put the control down and stay right there, honey," I told her. 
Then I swung the belt onto the backs of her thighs and her cute little
bottom again and again, WAP-WAP-WAP-WAP!

   "O-O-O-O-OHH!" she squealed as I whipped her, wiggling and bouncing a
bit on the bed, but not trying to roll away; after all, I don't whip her
hard, just enough to sting a bit and leave a faint red mark that quickly
fades.

   "Sit up on the edge of the bed, young lady; you need a bit more
discipline!" I barked, but winking at her all the while.  She made a show
of being reluctant, so I smacked her on the thigh once, a bit sharply.  She
jumped and yelped and hurried to obey.  "Put your hands behind your head,"
I commanded once she was sitting on the edge.  She did so, and I commenced
to paddle her breastbuds and nipples with the strap-end of the belt,
WAK-WAK-WAK-WAK!

   "AAAH!  Oh, 'Daddy', pleasepleaseplease!" she cried out, writhing
prettily as I punished her so embarrassingly.  Soon she was fetchingly
reddened.  I tossed the belt aside for a moment and seized her breastbuds
and nipples, the latter now nicely erect, kneading and working her, then
pinching and twisting her nipples as she gasped and moaned, "SSSS OOOO!"

   After a bit of that pleasant past-time I sat down next to her and
cuddled her for a bit, caressing her little breasts, kissing her forehead
and the tip of her nose.  She melted in my arms and kissed me back.  Then I
shifted her, sliding her over my lap so her pelvis was pressing on my
already-hardening rod, her bottom pointing skyward, and gave her a brisk,
business-like spanking, alternating from one buttock cheek to the other,
SMAK-SMAK-SMAK-SMAK!  "OH-OH-OH-OH!" she yelped, kicking her little feet
and wiggling in a very stimulating fashion.

   I was hard again, and it was time.  I picked her up and held her close
for a minute, whispering in her ear, "Did you use the bathroom like I told
you, honeypie?" She nodded, her face buried in my chest.  "Did you give
yourself the enemas?" I waited just a beat, and she nodded again, almost
violently.  I kissed the top of her head, then set her down in front of me.



   "Now, little slave, it's time for you to be disciplined...more
intensely," I intoned, mock-sternly.  I stood, unzipped and exposed myself,
picked her up from behind and held her back against my chest with one arm,
holding her under her flexed thighs.  With the other hand I snagged some KY
off the nightstand and squirted it on me, tossed it aside, then brought her
rosebud down with some force onto my flagpole of a rod.

   "AAAAAAAH!" she nearly wailed as she felt my manhood invade her tender
little anus, penetrating deeply into her.  I've anus-raped her before, of
course, but I don't do it often; I don't want to risk any damage, or
stretch her too much.  Plus it adds to the disciplinary impact if it's more
of a rare occurrence rather than a regular thing.  I must admit, though,
every time I do it, it's hard to resist doing it again soon, and this time
was no exception: she's so tight, yet so soft, the experience of raping her
sweet little preteen anus, feeling her jerk and quiver with each thrust,
hearing her little yipes and yips as I violate her - there's nothing like
it.

   But this time I had some additional discipline in mind for her.  Instead
of just thrusting away to completion, I sat down on the edge of the bed,
with her still impaled on me.  She moaned a bit as I sat down, letting her
land on my lap with a bit of a thump, pushing deeper in to her.

   Ever since she was seven or so, I've enjoyed sitting her on my lap with
her back towards me, spreading her little thighs, and front-spanking her
directly on her tender, unfledged little girlcleft.  You can imagine how
delightfully stimulating that would be for me, as well as for her (and
embarrassing, too, of course; but then, that's the idea, isn't it?).  I've
noticed, though, that as her punishment continues and gets more intense,
she has difficulty keeping her thighs apart.  I was determined to change
that today.

   I wrapped one of the belts around her and my left thighs and fastened it
securely, but not too tightly.  Then I did the same with the other belt
around our right.  Now all I had to do was spread my legs, and her slender
thighs were forced apart, baring her sweet, puffy cleftlips and prominent
clitoris for discipline.  You better believe I spread my legs far apart. 
She gasped a bit to feel herself so exposed.  I reached around with my left
hand, my arm pinning her left arm to her side, and took hold of her right
wrist, bringing it up to her chest (incidentally putting her right nipple
in reach of my fingers; I intermittently toyed with it, pinching and
twisting, keeping hold of her wrist at the same time).  Then I commenced to
rain spank after open-handed spank right down on her little sex,
WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK!  "AAA-AAA-AAA-AAA!" she nearly screamed with each
spank, her little body jerking and writhing from the sting and the
stimulation.  I was still buried deep within her, and I could feel her anus
clench on my rod with each stroke as she cried out wildly.

   Once I had her cleft fetchingly reddened, I began to pause between
spanks to knead and work her cleftlips and clitoris, pressing the little
hood excruciatingly against her pubic bone as she keened and wiggled, then
spanking her again full on her little girlhood.  Soon she was bucking and
rocking, yipping and yiping, then she was coming and coming, screaming out
her precious preteen orgasm.  Her anus clenched and spasmed on my rod, and
I let myself go, pouring my seed into her rectum, groaning, holding her
tight, pressing her down hard on my manhood, gripping her punished
little-girlhood fiercely with my right hand, loving her totally, as she
sobbed out the last of her climax.

   Then I slipped the belts off our thighs, lifted her up, still impaled on
my now-softening rod, and took us off to the bathroom for a much-needed
shower!

   The End

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