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 The Special One

   (M/g spank ped reluc oral)

   By cc

   "You stupid-head!  You-you-you're just...dumb, you're just so dumb! 
Can't you do anything right?!" Leah was nearly red in the face, flustered,
frustrated, shouting at Katie, her companion.  Katie was kneeling on the
ground where she had been working on the project they were assigned to do
together, now shrinking back, astonished at the outburst from her usually
sunny and outgoing friend.  She realized that she had inadvertently
`screwed up' a piece of the work, which would require some extra effort to
repair, but Leah's reaction seemed...extreme.

   They were little preteen slavegirls at the Foundation, an important
institution in the city-state of ******** on the planet ********, one of
the most prominent worlds of the Imperium.  Slavegirls at the Foundation
were well-treated, their education held to be of the highest importance,
and they were encouraged to participate in various aspects of the
Foundation's work as part of their training; the project the girls were
working on was a small part of this.

   While they were well-fed, well-clothed, and well-educated, they were
also subject to strict discipline.  The Monitors patrolled everywhere, and
were authorized to employ corporal punishment for nearly any offense.  It
was a common custom in the society of the planet for such punishment to
also be sexual in nature; therefore many a preteen slavegirl would find
herself stripped, bound, spanked, and whipped in a most lascivious manner
at irregular but frequent intervals.  Yet in a very real sense such
discipline was not overly cruel: the Monitors took pride in being stern yet
gentle.  The punishments never left any more marks than a redness that
quickly faded.  They also employed direct sexual stimulation during
discipline sessions which both ameliorated the punishment, insofar as a
slavegirl was pleasured, and added to the disciplinary impact, from
embarrassment.

   At some point in her life a slavegirl was likely to be given or sold in
some way to a particular man or household.  Until then the Foundation
preserved the chastity of each girl's maidenhead and anus.  However the
girls were subject to being used orally during a discipline session.

   Now Leah knew all this, but she had been immune from such treatment for
as long as she could remember.  She was a `special one'; she belonged to
Master Carl, one of the leading members of the Foundation, and she knew
that, if a Monitor was aware of her status, he would not touch her.  But
there was no outward mark or apparel that marked her in that way, and the
Foundation was large, with tens of thousands of people in attendance; it
was nearly a small city in and of itself.  So far in her short life Leah
had not drawn the attention of a Monitor; her behavior was generally
exemplary.  But she had been out of sorts all day; it seemed like nothing
had gone right.  And she had so wanted to do well on this project to please
her beloved Master Carl, who treated her like his daughter, and his beloved
child-wife, more than as a slavegirl.

   He had taken her in when she was no more than five.  She couldn't
remember life before him, really.  He always treated her well, although he
also disciplined her much as the Monitors did the other girls, but always
in private, and so lovingly and tenderly, always making sure that she
achieved a satisfying `punishment-`gasm', such that she almost looked
forward to receiving discipline from him.

   So now she lashed out, unthinkingly, uncaringly, at her little friend
who really looked up to her in many ways, knowing her to be more clever,
and indeed a bit prettier as well, although Katie was cute enough herself,
a slender, dark-eyed brunette.  But Leah was a stunner of a preteen, with
long, silky blonde hair, pouty lips, and mesmerizingly grey eyes.

   Almost as soon as the storm of words had passed her lips Leah was struck
with what she had done.  She saw her friend looking up at her with such
hurt on her little face, tears welling in her eyes.  To the side she saw a
Monitor look up, then approach with a stern expression.  So many thoughts,
feelings, impressions swirled within her: fear of the Monitor, although she
knew she could stop him with a word; fear of her Master's reaction to the
failed work, and her own behavior, though she knew he was always gentle
with her; and overall, such regret at how she had treated her friend.  Even
as she sunk to her knees, sobs catching her own breath, saying to Katie,
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," over and over, the Monitor was there, pulling
her gently but firmly to her feet.

   "Now we'll have none of that sort of thing, will we, little one?  That
was most unkind, and I think you'll need a good whipping for it, hmm?"
Without waiting for a response he pulled her along with him towards a White
Pillar, one of many that stood throughout the Foundation, and most such
buildings and homes on that world.  Leah was deeply conflicted.  On the tip
of her tongue were the words that would stop the entire proceedings, bring
her beloved Master to the scene to her rescue.  But...

   Leah was so ashamed at how she had treated Katie, now watching from the
side with an almost stunned expression.  She had never seen Leah misbehave,
and had certainly never seen her punished before!  Katie was a generous
soul, and even before Leah had apologized she had felt no desire to see her
suffer.  And now her heart went out to her friend, who seemed so
distressed. Katie had been to the White Pillar more than once; her memories
of it were sharply balanced between the sting and the embarrassment, and
the burning pleasure the Monitor had given her.

   As the Monitor nearly dragged her towards the White Pillar, a part of
Leah was almost grimly determined to let her punishment proceed, to
experience the sting, and the embarrassment, and...whatever the Monitor
dealt out.  She deserved it for how she had treated her friend.  But
another part of her was nearly wild with distress.  She had never been
punished by anyone but her Master.  No other man had ever seen her naked.
She couldn't bear the thought of it.  Her knees gave way and she would have
fallen, but the alert Monitor caught her, and scooped her up gently in his
arms, almost as a father would with his child, and carried her in the crook
of his elbow, her face buried in his shoulder, her tears soaking his tunic
as she sobbed.  The Monitor tenderly patted her back and whispered in her
ear, "There, there, little one, I can see you're sorry.  Don't worry, it
won't be too bad!  Why, anyone would think you'd never been to the White
Pillar before!"

   Now he was setting her down at the Pillar, two other Monitors joining
him, a few other people standing around to watch; she was very pretty, and
after all, what man didn't enjoy the sight of a cute, naked little girl,
getting a gentle, sexualized whipping?  Leah's head was in a whirl.  She
wanted to be, she needed to be punished; Katie's sad little face swam
before her eyes.  She was wildly distraught, deeply embarrassed at the
thought of being stripped by strange men, whipped...everywhere, maybe even
made to-to-to service them!

   "Take your clothes off," the Monitor commanded, and waited a moment. 
Leah trembled, trying to work up the nerve to obey him, nearly screaming in
her mind, `Master - Master - Master!' Finally, with a sigh that somehow
expressed both patience and impatience at the same time, the Monitor
reached to undress her himself.

   Leah broke.  "I am Master Carl's Special One!" she nearly screamed, then
buried her face in her hands, weeping.

   Everyone froze.  The two other Monitors discreetly withdrew.  The
Monitor who was reaching for her drew back somewhat and bowed slightly,
clearly taken aback.  Why had she not told them before?  "I'm terribly
sorry, little miss," he replied [unattached slavegirls were called `little
one'; but a `Special One' was addressed as `little miss' by all except her
own Master].  "Shall I summon him?"

   Leah was nearly wracked with sobs; she nodded vigorously, saying, "I'm
sorry (gulp) I'm sorry (gulp) I'm sorry!"

   Master Carl usually made sure he was in the same building or very near
the one Leah was going to be in every day.  The Foundation was a very safe
place, and Monitors were everywhere, but still...she was like a daughter to
him, and was legally his wife; he had arranged for them to be married
shortly after he had taken her as his Special One.  So it was only a few
minutes afterwards that he was on the scene, kneeling tenderly beside his
sobbing little girl, cradling her in his arms, gathering as best as he
could between her gasps the details of what happened.  A quick comment from
the Monitor completed his assessment.

   "I was gonna (sob) let the Monitor (sob) punish me (sob) `cuz I was so
mean (sob) to Katie (sob) and I'm so sorry (sob) and I tried to let him
(sob) but I got so scaaared..." at this she broke down sobbing more, nearly
collapsing into his arms.  He picked her up and held her, rocking her back
and forth, stroking her back and hair, humming her favorite song to her. 
Soon she had quieted down to the occasional sniffle.

   He set her back down and knelt in front of her on one knee.  "Now what
should we do, little one?" he asked, and waited.

   "I-I should still get punished," Leah finally replied, despondently, but
with a determined air.

   "And...?" Master Carl waited.  Nearby the Monitor and Katie looked on,
wondering.

   "And-and-and I should be punished here, in front of them,
and-and-and...oh, Master Carl, won't you do it, please, please?!" and she
fell again into his arms, sobbing.

   Master Carl held her for a few more moments, rocking her, and then said,
"It's all right, little one, it's all right, I'll do it.  But we will do it
here.  And afterwards...well, then we'll see."

   "So..." Master Carl picked her up and carried her over to the White
Pillar, then set her down.  "Take off your clothes, little one, right now!"
Still sniffling, Leah shrugged the straps of her shift off her shoulders
and let the top fall to her waist.  Being only ten, she wore nothing
underneath it, so her chest was now bare, her breasts visible, only buds
topped by nipples now erect with anxiety and anticipation.  She shimmied
her garment off her hips and slid it to the floor, then hooked her thumbs
in her panties and slowly slid them down, and stepped out of them.  Now she
was naked except for her sandals, a heart-breakingly slender preteen girl,
with hips only beginning to think about flaring, slim thighs framing the
puffy lips of her unfledged girlcleft, clitoris visibly poking out beyond
her vulva.  She blushed and trembled with embarrassment.

   Her Master fastened her facing the Pillar, arms spread around it and
held in place with soft but sturdy straps, ankles buckled to a spreader at
the base.  "If you would be so kind," he said to the Monitor, holding out
his hand.

   "Of course, Sir," the Monitor replied, handing him the supple tawse
which, like all the Monitors, he carried on his belt.

   [SWAP-SWAP-SWAP!] Master Carl swung the tawse sharply, but not too hard,
back and forth, smacking the little girl's buttocks, and the backs of her
thighs, again and again, reddening them faintly as her bottom jiggled
prettily.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" she cried out, more from embarrassment and
general distress than from pain; really it caused no more than a sting.

   He paused, tucked the tawse in his belt, and leaned in to his little
girlslave.  He slid one hand down her back, cupping her tender, reddened
bottom.  With the other he caressed her nipples and breastbuds, then
kneaded and worked them as she gasped and moaned.  After a bit of such
diversions he tenderly caressed her cheeks as she leaned her face against
his hand.  He smoothed the hair off her forehead and kissed her on her ear.
"Are you all right?" he whispered.

   "M-hmm," she murmured.

   "We'll be done soon, little one, and then you'll feel much better, and
you and Katie will be even better friends than before," he said, and kissed
her forehead.

   Then her loosed her gently, only to refasten her, now facing away from
the Pillar, her front now fully exposed for discipline.  He whipped her
nipples and breastbuds gently but repeatedly [WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!] as she cried
out loud, "AAH!  OH, MASTER PLEASE!  AAAH!" Soon her top was fetchingly
reddened.  He reached out and tweaked each nipple, making her squeak.

   Then he swung the tawse down onto the tops of her thighs, bringing the
faint flush to her tender girlflesh as she yelped.  He whipped her full
upon her mons, cleftlips, and clitoris [SMAK-SMAK-SMAK!] as she nearly
wailed, "AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA!" He tossed the tawse aside and seized her
buttocks with one hand and her cleft with the other, massaging and
molesting, probing and pressing, interspersing the punishing and pleasuring
stimulation with sharp hand-spanks full upon her little girlhood.  Her hips
were rocking, her cries becoming hoarser and hoarser, until finally she
came in his hands.  The small crowd that had gathered to watch such a
gorgeous girl receive her discipline applauded appreciatively as Leah
blushed.  Her Master released her from her bonds and she buried her face in
his tunic, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed out the last of her
punishment-`gasm.

   Katie still stood nearby.  She had been on the `business end' of such
discipline more than once, and knew enough to be able to empathize deeply
with Leah: she knew the sting that was not really a pain, the
embarrassment, the pleasure that was somehow a punishment at the same time.
She was sorry that her own error had caused her friend to get mad, which in
turn led to her discipline.  She felt a little, but only a little, glad to
see Leah punished for being mean to her.  She felt strangely warm and moist
between her legs...

   The Monitor watched as well.  He was more than satisfied that Master
Carl had taken over the discipline; he could tell that Leah had all ready
punished herself more severely than any whipping he or Master Carl would
have been willing to give her, and he could tell that the discipline she
had received, culminating in the fetching display of her punishment-`gasm,
would serve as a most salutary cathartic for both Leah and Katie.

   And it was a most enjoyable spectacle for him also.  The Monitors, like
most men on that planet, wore a garment that clothed, but did not really
hide, their male members.  The manhood was covered by a stretchy piece of
fabric not unlike an Elizabethan codpiece.  It served to emphasize rather
than conceal, and erections were glaringly obvious.  And of course, after
witnessing such a fetching display, the Monitor was rampant.  Katie had
crept near to his side during Leah's discipline, and she found her eyes
drawn to the sight of his bulge...

   Master Carl kissed Leah's forehead, her glabella, the tip of her nose,
gentle and sweet on her lips.  Then he cupped her face in his hands and
said, "Now, little one, there's one more thing.  Look over at the Monitor,
what do you see?"

   Leah looked, then turned back to her Master, looking at the floor,
twisting her hands and fidgeting.  "His...his thing is hard," she
whispered.

   "And why is it hard?"

   "Because of me."

   "Does it mean he doesn't like you, or thinks you're ugly, or didn't like
what he saw just now?"

   "It means he-he-he thinks I'm pretty, and-and-and sexy, and he liked
seeing me get punished," she whispered, at once both embarrassed, and
strangely...proud at the realization.

   "And what do you think should be done about this?" her Master asked.

   "...I...I...I should...s-service him," she replied in a small voice.

   Her Master kissed her on her forehead, then sweetly on her lips. 
"That's right, little one, you should.  So go on over there," he commanded,
sending her on her way with a SMACK!  to her bare bottom, making her yelp
and scurry.

   She shuffled over to the Monitor who knelt gently down on one knee,
bringing his face nearly level with hers.  `M-Monitor, I-I'm sorry I was
naughty, and-and-and Katie, I'm so so sorry!" Here she turned to her
friend, obvious distress on her face.

   Katie jumped up and hugged her, saying, "That's all right, Leah, I'm
sorry I messed our work up," and similar apologies.  Both girls were
talking over each other, each trying to apologize to the other; the upshot
was both smiling at each other through tears, saying "BFF!" and giving each
other their `secret' handshake.

   Then Leah turned back to the Monitor, trembling, and said, "M-may I
s-service you, Monitor?"

   The Monitor had looked on, smiling, as the girls `made up'.  Now he
gently caressed Leah's cheek, saying, "Thank you, little miss, but I think
you should attend to your Master." Indeed, Master Carl was also obviously
displaying the `gallant reflex'.

   Leah looked back to him, then back to the Monitor, unsure of what she
should do.  Katie came to her friend's aid.  "Monitor, it was cuz of me
that Leah got mad cuz I screwed up our work.  W-would you s-spank me and
stuff, and then I c'n s-service you?" She looked up at him, sweet-faced,
with a shy yet somehow almost...dreamy expression.

   The Monitor slowly rose, picking little Katie up with him, holding her
out for a moment under her arms, gazing at her with a tender expression. 
"That would make me very happy, little one," and he pulled her to his
chest, hugging and rocking her for a few moments while she snuggled into
him.

   Leah looked up with her mouth open, not sure whether to be relieved
or...disappointed.  She wandered back to her Master, who gathered her into
his arms.

   The Monitor walked, carrying Katie, to a nearby bench.  He sat down and
arranged her over his lap, sliding the hem of her short shift up, pulling
her cotton panties down, exposing her smooth, soft, `bubble' bottom.  He
tenderly caressed her for a few moments, then delivered a brisk (but not
too hard), business-like spanking, WAP-WAP-WAP-WAP!, bringing a faint flush
to her jiggling buttocks, and little yips and yelps to Katie's lips.  Then
he turned her over on his lap, exposing her front, her clitoris prominently
framed between her unfledged cleftlips.  He raised his hand as Katie's eyes
widened, then SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!, he spanked her full upon her vulva as she
cried out loud, wriggling and writhing, her little sex stinging, a warmth
building between her legs.  He slowed the pace of the spanking,
interspersing insistent caresses, pressing her clitoris excruciatingly
against her pubic bone in between spanks, her hips rocking and bucking,
until she finally came in his hands, moaning and sobbing.  He gathered her
up in his arms, rocking and soothing her, her tears staining his tunic as
she clung to him, shivering.

   After a minute or so she pushed away a bit.  He let her move back.  She
looked up at him with a shy smile, then slid down his lap until she was on
her knees between his legs.  She uncovered him, his manhood standing fully
erect, a drop glistening at the top.  She took him into her mouth as far as
she could, her lips stretching to accommodate his adult member.  She bobbed
up and down, caressing his shaft and scrotum with her little hands.  Soon
he was groaning out a top-notch orgasm, emptying himself in her mouth, his
seed spilling out and running down the little preteen girl's chin.

   Meanwhile Leah's Master had not been idle.  After watching the fetching
spectacle of little Katie's discipline for a while, during which he
caressed and fondled Leah's nakedness, bringing a fresh moisture to her
cleftlips, her little hips rocking of their own accord, he put her on her
knees before him and entered her mouth, thrusting in and out vigorously,
but not too far.  Even as the Monitor spent himself in Katie, Master Carl
came in his own preteen slavegirl's mouth, his seed also spilling out,
dripping fetchingly down her chin and onto her nipples and belly.

   Afterwards both Monitor and Master swept the little slavegirls into
their arms for a long, sweet embrace, rocking them back and forth, soothing
and quieting them.  After a bit the Monitor held Katie out a bit, and she
looked trustingly up into his eyes.  "Would you like to be my Special One?"
he asked, and she nodded enthusiastically, eyes shining, a shy smile on her
lips.

   And they all Lived Happily Ever After.

   The end.

   By cc

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