Third World Girl (M/g ped spank reluc roman)

   Written by cc



   Sunny skies, busy street in a crowded city, people everywhere,
tantalizing smells from the restaurants and sidewalk cafes mingling with
the poor sewage and unwashed bodies; it should have been a distracting
scene.  But as C walked through the bustling third-world streets, his mind
was elsewhere...

   "Oh, Daddy, please!  Do I haveta be punished??!!" his little girl would
beg.  But C would be stern and implacable.  Pulling her over his lap, he
would spank her until her bottom was sufficiently reddened while she
yelped. Then he would stand up and survey the scene: a pretty little girl
with a bow or barrette in her hair, dressed in some suitably immature
clothing (jumper, child's pajamas, plaid wrap-around skirt and saddle
shoes, etc), rubbing her nose and her bottom as she sobbed and sniffed. 
The sight would stimulate him intensely, so he would strip her naked as she
protested, "Daddy!  Do I haveta be all naked?  Oh, but Daddy, you'll be
able to see my nipples and...and everthing!"

   "It's big girl punishment for you tonight, young lady!" C would growl,
as he brought out the riding crop, or perhaps began to undo his belt.

   "Oooh, Daaaddy!  Big girl punishment??!!  But I'm only ten!" she would
wail, but in vain.

   "You're going to get a bra-and-panties whipping, little missy!" he would
announce, all her protests in vain.  Stroke after stroke would fall on her
buttocks, her little breasts, and finally full upon her unfledged girlcleft
as she nearly screamed from the intensity of her strict, intimate
punishment.  The whipping would indeed leave her with a "bra and panties"
of reddened girlflesh.

   Finally he would relent, and would sit down on the couch or chair,
pulling her onto his lap as she sobbed.  She would bury her face into him,
staining his shirt with her tears, as he stroked her silky hair and
murmured endearments to her.  After a while she would shift apparently
uncomfortably on his lap and ask innocently, "Daddy, what's that hard thing
pressing on my bottom?"

   "That's Daddy's punishment rod, sweetie," C would answer.

   "P-punishment rod?  Are you g-going to sp-spank me with it?" she would
ask charmingly.

   "Not exactly, little one.  Daddies use their punishment rods to rape
their little girls' anuses and girlclefts for punishment.  And I think
you're just about ready for that."

   And with that, he would bend her over the edge of the couch, lubricate
her rosebud, and ram his rod inside of her, thrusting deeply and
unmercifully into her tender, delicate anus as she would scream, "AAAAA! 
OHDADDYI'LLBEGOOD!  OH DADDY YOU'RE RAPING MY ANUS!  OOO- OOOO-OOOOOO!" He
would reach around and molest her clitoris as he pistoned in and out of his
little girl, until soon she was bucking and sobbing as she came.  Then he
would let loose, grinding his pubic bone against her buttocks, emptying his
load into her rectum as she came, and wept, and came.

   Then C and his wife would head for the showers!

   He had been so blessed, to have a wife who was so willing and eager to
match her desires to his, even to the point of spanking and ageplay,
pretending to be a pretty and punished little preteen, instead of the
beautiful young woman she was.  But it had all ended too soon, too soon.  A
sudden illness, no help for it, nothing that could be done.  She was gone
so quickly.

   That was only two years ago.  He was finally trying to come out of the
nosedive losing her had put him into.  Friends and family had convinced him
to go on a trip, to get away from it all, and he had complied.  He set sail
in his Morgan onto the gulf, flitting from cove to cove, finally putting
into port in the city, tying up at a secure marina for a stiff fee.  Then
he made his way into town.  But even now his thoughts kept going back to
the times they had together.

   C wandered aimlessly through the city streets.  He didn't care where he
went.  Certain parts of town were best avoided by gringo tourists, but he
was heedless of that.  Besides, he was well versed in martial arts, and,
through connections he had made with the police, he was armed.  At any rate
no one bothered him, even when he drifted into the seedier parts of town.
Finally someone accosted him:

   "Senor, wanna girl?  Nice girl, little girl!  She not cost much, she not
too big, y'know?  Heh, heh!" The man was grubby and small, and leered at C
suggestively.  Almost against his will he nodded and followed the man
deeper into one of the grimier districts of the city.

   Entering a hovel, C was struck immediately with how small, dirty, and
repulsive the interior was, nearly matching its owner.  Then he saw the
other inhabitant of the shanty: a young girl, probably about ten, lying on
a dirty mattress on the floor.  She was dressed in a skimpy, torn shift,
not adequate to conceal her nakedness.  Although she was covered with the
nearly ubiquitous layer of dirt all the children seemed to wear, to his
eyes she seemed to glow, like an angel.  An angel in despair; she clearly
had some idea of what her father planned for her, and did not relish it. 
She trembled, and avoided C's eyes.

   Multiple impressions flooded him.  For the first time, the memories of
his wife were almost driven from him.  He was filled with lust for this
girl.  Visions of stripping, spanking, whipping, and raping her raced
through his mind.  Yet another part of him was filled with tender regard
for her, a desire to cherish and protect her like a daughter.  He came to a
quick decision.

   "How much?" he brusquely demanded.

   The father named what would have otherwise been an exorbitant price for
a young whore in that town.  "Ees so much because she so young, and she
still a virgin.  You check, eh?" and dealt his daughter a slap on the
thigh, telling her to spread her legs for the man.  She glumly complied,
shivering with embarrassment as she bared her unfledged cleft to C's gaze.
He had difficulty tearing his eyes away from her sweetness.

   "No, that's not necessary," he finally managed to croak.  Shaking
himself out of his trance, he put his roughly sketched-out plan into
motion. To the father's puzzlement, he payed him the sum demanded but
ordered him to simply keep the girl from harm and let no one else touch her
for a space of a few hours.  In return he promised an even larger sum when
he returned.  Then he left and proceeded swiftly to a lawyer's office.  In
exchange for what seemed to the lawyer like a king's ransom, but to C was
less than he had feared, he walked out with the necessary documents.

   He returned to the hovel, finding to his relief that nothing had changed
in his absence.  He gave the father an additional sum and ordered him to
wait outside.  Then he knelt gently at the girl's side.  "Little one, don't
be afraid.  I'm not going to do anything to you right now.  I just want to
ask you some things.  Will you talk with me?" The girl nodded shyly. 
Something in the way this man spoke with her, the way he looked at her, had
produced a certain hope, that she almost suppressed in fear that it would
cheat her.  Hers had been a hard and unpleasant life, and it had appeared
that it was about to become brutal and degrading.

   "Has any man ever touched you...down there?" he asked quietly,
indicating her girlcleft, still mostly exposed by the skimpiness of her
apparel.  She shook her head firmly.  "Do you like living here, with your
father?" She hung her head, and slowly shook it, clearly embarrassed at
having to admit that she did not love her own father.  Yet it was easy to
understand why.  "Is your mother...?" he began.

   "Muerte," she softly replied, looking up at him, clear-eyed but still
shy, wondering where this was leading, not daring to hope.

   "Listen to me carefully, little one.  I have a big question to ask you.
Do you know what a slave is?" She nodded, uncertainly, not really liking
that question.  "Do you know what a wife is?" She gave him a look that any
preteen in the States would have recognized, the
"are-you-kidding-me-of-course-I-know-that" look.  "I'll take that for a
yes," he said with a grin.  She smiled shyly back.  "I would like to have
you.  I would like you as my daughter." Her eyes lit up.  "I would like you
as my wife." She smiled, but seemed a little less sure.  "And I want you as
my slave." She dropped her eyes.

   "I know, that doesn't sound too good.  But let me tell you what I mean.
Under all that dirt (he tousled her hair as he said that; she grinned back)
I see a beautiful little girl." She seemed pleased at the sentiment.  "I
want to raise you as my daughter, teach you, give you good clothes to wear
and decent food to eat, a nice house to live in." Her eyes almost closed,
hoping against hope that her dream would not cheat her.  Even to live an
average working-class life in her home city had seemed too much to ever
wish for.  This was like DisneyWorld!  "But I must tell you something.  I
desire you.  I want to use your body, like a husband with a wife, and more:
like a master with his slave.  If I take you with me, I will punish you
whenever I want to, and I'll want to a lot!  And I will rape you.  I won't
tell you that it won't hurt; sometimes it might.  But I will tell you that
I will not damage you, and I don't think it will hurt very much, or very
often.  When I punish you, it will be like any father might punish his
daughter, except that it will be...sexual.  You may not understand that
now, but you will, you will!  And I will cherish you, and protect you, and
love you.

   "So, what do you think, little one?  If I can work it out with your
father, will you come with me, and be my daughter, and my wife, and my
slave?" He waited for her answer with bated breath.  She hung her head for
a moment.  Then:

   "I will go with you, Senor, as you desire it," she breathed softly.

   He stooped and planted a kiss on her forehead, then sprang up and called
the father.  He popped in like a jack-in-the-box and was clearly surprised
to see his daughter still dressed in what passed for her clothes,
apparently unmolested.  C took him aside.  He explained that he had a
proposition for him.  He would pay him a large sum if he would give up
custody of the girl to C.  The father struggled between suspicion, greed,
and relief at having the girl off his hands.  They bargained for a while,
and finally settled on a sum substantially less than C had felt comfortable
with in the first place.  In no time the papers were signed, and C was now
the girl's guardian.

   He returned to the girl's side, and, in answer to her questioning look,
simply scooped her up and carried her outside the hovel.  He had procured a
rental car while at the lawyer's office, and he quickly deposited her in
the back seat.  He drove off with her, leaving her erstwhile father with
more money than he had dreamed of seeing at one time in his life.  He
motored through the city until he found a store that met his requirements:
he wanted to be able to buy her at least a little bit of clothing, yet
leave her in the car and be able to see her all the time.  A store with
shallow depth and a large front window did the trick.  She gratefully
pulled on the skirt and blouse he handed her.

   Then came the only part of his plan that really had any risk, though he
judged it to be small.  In exchange for the exorbitant docking fee, those
who tied up at the marina received discreet security.  Theoretically the
guards might have questioned him, and the harbormaster was supposed to look
out for the comings and goings of tourists and locals.  But people were
always coming and going, including children, both of the tourists, and of
the locals who often were hired to cook or clean, bringing their children
with them to help out.  C had noticed that none were ever questioned, and
no one seemed to count noses when a boat departed.  As long as the captain
presented his passport and notified the master, all went smoothly.

   And so it went this time as well.  No one seemed to notice as he and the
girl walked quietly out onto the dock and boarded his Morgan.  No one cared
as he left her there briefly to run back into town, load up on supplies,
get more clothes for the girl, and return the rental to a convenient nearby
drop-off point.  No one questioned them as he slipped his moorings, having
said his official farewell to the harbormaster, and headed out into the
Gulf.

   Once safely clear of any significant chance of official entanglements,
he steered for a small secluded cove.  He sat the girl down on deck and
instructed her.  "From now on I want you to call me 'Daddy', or 'Sir'.  Do
you understand?" he inquired.

   "Yes," she answered, unthinkingly.

   "Yes, what?" he demanded, almost sternly.

   She got it.  "Yes...Daddy!  Sir!" she answered hastily.

   "That's right," he said with a grin.  She smiled shyly back.  He
considered for a moment what he wanted to do next, but the grime that still
clung to her convinced him.  Even though he might otherwise have wanted to
build up to giving her her first bathing, circumstances demanded otherwise.
"You need a good bath, young lady!" She nodded enthusiastically.  Water for
bathing was always in short supply in her prior life.  She dreamed of being
clean, of her hair being silky and smooth.  "On board ship we do a 'Joy
bath'," he informed her.  She had no idea what that meant, but soon found
that it consisted of sea water and Joy dish detergent.  Although cold, it
cleaned effectively.

   He brought out the necessaries: the Joy, washcloths, towels, and the
bucket on a rope.  He unceremoniously stripped her, and she stood naked
before him, ten- year-old girl in front of grown man.  His rod stirred in
his pants at the sight of her sweet nakedness, filthy though she was.  He
poured bucket after bucket of cold sea water over her head as she shivered
and yiped.  Her nipples stiffened.  He squirted the Joy onto her head and
over her body.  Then he cleaned her with his bare hands, working his way
from her hair (long; it took some time to really get it clean) down to her
feet (even longer to get them clean!).  He covered, but did not linger at,
her delicate parts: nipples, cleft, even her anus received the same
impartial attention he gave the rest of her.  Then he toweled her off
briskly and sent her to the cabin to dress in the little sailor suit he had
bought her.

   It took her a while (typical girl!), but eventually she was back on
deck, hair brushed out, sailor suit in place.  He had bought it short,
purposefully, and she wore no panties, as he had provided none.  The edge
of her buttocks could be seen whenever she moved or bent over.  She kept
trying to pull it down a little farther, in vain.  C grinned at the
fetching sight.

   He sat down on the starboard seat and called her to him.  She shuffled
over, shyly.  He unceremoniously tipped her over his lap, tossed up the hem
of her sailor suit, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking on her
bare bottom, WAK-WAK-WAK!  "Oh, Daddy!  Ah!  OOOH!" she moaned and cried
out as he smacked her and smacked her, until he judged her little cheeks to
be sufficiently reddened.  Then he let her up, and she bounced to her feet,
rubbing her bottom and her nose as she sniffled and sobbed.  He gathered
her in his arms, surprising her, and held her gently.  She quickly relaxed
into him, burying her face into his shirt, snuggling in with an occasional
sob or sniff, but mostly with a contented sigh.  He kissed the top of her
head and nuzzled her silky hair.

   So began a pleasant voyage for both of them.  He showed her the ways of
the boat, and she enjoyed learning how to help him handle her.  She quickly
figured out the galley.  He had a store of books on board, and she devoured
them, having been taught to read by a missionary who had served in her
neighborhood a few years ago.  He held services on Sunday, and under his
tutelage she soon converted.

   Her carefree days and evenings were often punctuated by punishment.  A
few days after she came on board he introduced her to "the Jolly rope's
end".  He pinned the hem of her skirt up, and she blushed to know that her
bottom was naked before him.  He ordered her to hug the mast, and she
shivered at the touch of the cold metal against her belly and cleft.  Then
he took a spare line and swung the end of it back and forth across her
bottom, WHACK-WHACK!  "AAAA!" she cried out.  How it stung her little bare
buttocks!  She danced from foot to foot as he continued to whip her with
the rope on her bottom and the backs of her thighs, SMACK-WAK-SWAP!  "Oh,
Daddy!  Oh, Daddy, please!  OH-OH- OH!" she yelped fetchingly as he
punished and punished her slender preteen thighs and trim little bottom,
laying stripe after red stripe onto her tender skin.  They faded slowly as
he held her in his arms afterward, caressing her buttocks and thighs,
cuddling and comforting her as her shoulders shook and her tears stained
his shirt.

   As pleasant and stimulating as the voyage was for her, it was even more
so for C.  Of course, with that stimulation came frustration as well.  When
she first came on board he didn't think she was ready for him to use her
sexually, so he relieved himself privately when she was asleep.  As time
went on he gradually sexualized her punishments.  At first he merely
exposed her buttocks for punishment.  After a while he stripped her naked,
leaving her nude and blushing, ten-year- old girl in front of grown man. 
She was gorgeous: heartbreakingly slender, even after her days of improved
nutrition.  Long, silky brown hair.  Nearly flat chest, breast buds just
beginning to form, topped by small, dark nipples.  Slim hips and trim
buttocks.  Unfledged girlcleft peeping from between her gleaming thighs. 
The face of an angel in despair as she awaited her discipline.  He bent her
under his arm for a quick spanking, WAPWAPWAP!  "OO-OO-OO-OO!" she yelped
as her bottom bounced and she danced from foot to foot.  He shifted his aim
until he was smacking her directly on her anus, SMAK!  SWAP!  WHAP! 
"AAAAAA!  OH, DADDY PLEASEI'LLBEGOOD!  AAAAAAH!" she wailed as she felt the
sting, greatly embarrassed to be so exposed and so punished by a grown man
on this most intimate and private part of a young girl's anatomy.

   Soon afterwards he applied the "Jolly rope's end" to her little breasts
and nipples.  How she cried out and writhed as she was whipped, SWACK! 
SWAPP!  WHACK!  "AAAH!  AAAH!  AAAH!" She couldn't believe how intense the
punishment felt, how embarrassing it was to be so exposed before him and
punished so sexually at such a tender age.

   After her punishments, he always caressed and rubbed her tender skin
where he had disciplined her.  So it was only natural that he was now
rubbing her anus, seizing her nipples and breastbuds, kneading and working
her tenderness as she writhed and moaned on his lap.

   It wasn't long before he had her in knee-chest position on the deck,
crying out and sobbing as he brought the "Jolly rope's end" to bear on her
anus, and even on her little unfledged girlcleft, WAAAK!  SWAAAP!  WAAAP!
"OOOOOOO!  AAAAAH!  OH-OH-OH-OH!  OH, DADDY, PLEASE, MY LITTLE CLEFT! 
AAAAAA!" He took her on his lap afterwards and quieted her sobs with gentle
but firm rubbing of her vulva.  As he did so, her mouth became dry, her
breath short.  Soon she was moaning and crying out, her cleft wetter and
wetter, until finally she was sobbing out a little preteen's orgasm as he
kneaded and worked her unfledged cleftlips and clitoris.

   Eventually he was unable to wait any longer.  He took her in his arms
one evening and began to question her.  He asked her what she thought of
her life with him.  Did she wish she were back in her old home?  She shook
her head, almost violently.  Was she glad he had bought her?  She peeped up
at him from under her eyelashes and nodded shyly.

   The next day he steered them to port in a little harbor town.  He had
made arrangements ahead of time by cellphone; the priest was standing by in
a little church.  With palm well-greased, he made no comment on the
disparity in age between C and his little girlslave as he raced through a
perfunctory ceremony.

   Back on board, and out into the Gulf they went.  Finding a secluded
cove, he dropped anchor and called her to him.  Events had moved so fast
that day, her head was spinning.  She barely realized what had happened. 
Now he took her tenderly on his lap and told her she was not only his
daughter, and his slave, she was now also his wife.  Her face lit up with
one of her rare smiles.

   He told her it was time for her to be punished completely.  She trembled
as he stripped her unceremoniously, leaving her in saddle shoes and socks
only, nipples stiffening from embarrassment and the cool evening seabreeze.
He grasped her trim bottom with one hand, and spanked her full upon her
mons and girlcleft with the other, WAAP!  SMAK!  "AH-AH-AH!" she cried out.
Unmercifully he continued her cleft-spanking with sharp smacks, making her
jerk and moan, until the sting of her little sex went beyond pain, a
burning sensation spreading through her pelvis.

   He tipped her onto the bench, kissing her tenderly on her mouth.  She
responded sweetly, tipping up her little face to kiss him back as she
smiled through her tears.  He slid down, nibbling her slender neck, then
fastening upon first one nipple, then the other, sucking and biting as she
gasped and moaned.  He continued to her navel, pausing to blow a flurbish
into it, making her giggle.  "No laughing, young lady," he announced with
mock-sternness, and smacked her sharply on the front of her thighs a few
times, making her shiver and yelp.

   He slid down and down, and then he was there.  She went rigid at the
feel of his hot mouth on the tender lips of her abused girlcleft.  She
nearly fainted as he probed her intact hymen with his tongue, then seized
her little clitoris in a long, excruciating bite between tongue and teeth,
the intensity of her awakening sexuality matched by the overwhelming
embarrassment she felt, knowing that a grown man was so abusing her preteen
sex.  He reveled in the taste and feel of her unfledged cleftlips.  Seeing
and feeling her jerk and spasm every time he rasped his tongue over her
underdeveloped clitoris sent electric jolts to his rod.

   She began to buck and tremble, clearly nearing orgasm.  He stood up and
brought "the Jolly rope's end" down sharply onto her smooth, glistening
vulva, SMAAK!  "AAAAAAA!" she screamed as climax after climax was torn from
her preteen body.  She shook repeatedly, gripped by the intensity of her
orgasm, nearly wailing as pain and pleasure flooded her being.  He gathered
her up in his arms and held her on his lap as she shuddered out the last of
her come.

   After a while she became aware of his manhood pressing through his pants
into her bottom.  She shifted a little as if uncomfortable.  "What's wrong,
sweetheart?" he inquired, knowing full well what was happening!

   "W-what's that...thing in your pants, Daddy?" she timidly inquired.

   "That's Daddy's punishment rod, sweetie," C answered.

   "P-punishment rod?  Are you g-going to sp-spank me with it?" she asked
charmingly.

   "Not exactly, little one.  Daddies use their punishment rods to rape
their little girls' anuses and girlclefts for punishment.  And I think
you're just about ready for that."

   He kissed her a few times lovingly.  Then he laid her back on the seat,
positioned the head of his rampant tool at her unfledged cleft, and thrust
firmly, raping her of her maidenhead and driving for her cervix.  She
screamed once, loudly, and then wept and sobbed softly.  C waited for a
while, still buried deep within her, pulsating.  Soon her distress had died
down to the occasional sob and sniffle.  He began to piston in and out of
her abused sex as she moaned with each thrust.  C couldn't believe how
pleasurable it was to rape this pretty little preteen.  She was so tight,
and yet so soft and warm.  He nearly came as he lost himself in the
knowledge and experience of taking her maidenhood, but fortunately he had
relieved himself enough lately that he was able to ravish her thoroughly,
with long, hard, and fast strokes as she cried out rhythmically,
"OOOO-OOOO-OOOO!".  Even as she gave voice to the loss of her virginity,
the pain of it mixed with pleasure, so that a fresh wave of orgasm left her
arching and spasming as he ground his pubic bone against her little
clitoris.  Finally he deigned to empty himself in her little girlhood as
she sobbed and shook.

   He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, impaled as she was on
his manhood, still rampant within her.  His seed mixed with a little blood
from her rape, trickling down her leg.  He hugged and rocked her for a
while as she vented her feelings: embarrassment, pain, pleasure all mixing
together as she clung to him, her tears trickling onto his chest.  He
kissed the top of her head, nuzzling her silky hair.

   Soon she fell asleep.  He gently withdrew, shifted her to lie
horizontally in his arms, and carried her to their berth.

   And they lived happily ever after.

   by cc

   All comments very welcome!

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