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 Vixie

   (MM/g M/f bond reluc spank romantic)

   Written by cc

   To Vixen, who understands.

   "It's show-time, little girl!" the man proclaimed, "Get over here right
now!" He had a strap in his hand.  Two other men sitting on a nearby couch
leered.  The little girl glumly complied, shuffling to the middle of the
room, standing dispiritedly on the threadbare carpet.  Two video cameras
stood on tripods nearby, with floodlights for illumination.  The man
reached over and turned on the cameras.  "Get them clothes off now!" he
ordered.

   The girl stripped off her torn t-shirt and tattered skirt, then pulled
down her panties carefully, trying not to tear them; they were even more
worn than the rest of her clothes, the elastic pulled nearly out, multiple
holes in the fabric.

   She was about nine or ten, pretty, or would be except for the general
grime she shared with her surroundings, and her hair, which needed a good
washing and brushing.  Once she was fully naked she stood with her head
down, clearly embarrassed to be nude in front of grown men.  She did not
try to hide her nakedness, however; she had learned not to do that.  Her
hips were slender, her breasts only buds topped by nipples barely breaking
the plane of her chest.  Her girlcleft was unfledged, with the puffy lips
and prominent clitoris of the typical preteen girl framed between her slim
thighs.

   "Give the kid a break," a woman's voice barked from the next room,
"Don't whip her too hard.  I don't wanna see no big marks or nothin'."

   "I ain't gonna do that, 'Loris, this is just fer show, ain't it
sweetheart?" He tousled her hair, but she did not respond.

   "All right, little girl, you've been naughty, so you've got to be
punished," he announced, and swung the strap sharply against her bare
bottom, [SWAP!].

   "AAAH!" the little girl cried out, and "AA-AA-AAH!" as he continued her
discipline, her little buttocks jiggling and reddening as she danced in
place.  After about twenty strokes he moved around to her front and
strapped the front of her thighs, leaving bright red marks with each stroke
as she wailed.  Then he strapped her nipples and breastbuds as she yelped.
He finished with ten or so strokes full upon her mons, cleftlips, and
clitoris as she nearly screamed.  Finally he tossed the strap aside and
pretended great concern for her, asking if she was all right, caressing her
reddened bottom as she shivered.  He slid his hand around to her front. 
After a while, almost against her will, her hips moved back and forth...

   After amusing himself for some time in that fashion he said breezily,
"OK, kid, that's it for now.  Take a break." She scurried to collect and
don her bits of clothing as he turned off the cameras and lights.

   I was between jobs, had time on my hands, and it was what little family
I had.  My great-aunt, whom I'd always liked but hadn't seen in some years,
tracked me down and asked me to check on her grand-daughter.  Sounded like
the girl, woman, actually, had gotten herself mixed up with some bad folks
in the backwoods somewhere in the Appalachians.  You can't help people like
that if they don't want to be helped, but she was my favorite aunt, and
just about my only family, so I said I'd go and see what I could do.

   I didn't have a steady job, but I was doing all right.  I figured, why
wait to retire until I was too old to enjoy it?  So I'd been taking it in
chunks, although I was about ready to retire for good.  My business card
reads 'Salvage Consultant'.  If someone had lost something valuable, and
they had no other way to retrieve it legally, they could call me in.  My
fees were high; I took 50% of the value of whatever I recovered, plus
expenses.  But, as I always told the clientele, 50% was better than
nothing, and nothing was what they were going to get back without me.  My
rep was pretty good in the right places; I didn't lack for work.  I'm big,
I'm an ex-Marine, and some folks have made the mistake of thinking I can't
move fast...

   I drove 'Miss Agnes', my Rolls Royce that some maniac converted to a
pickup truck and painted electric-blue, to the county she was supposed to
be in, felt my way around, and used a couple of dodges I know to gain
information.  I located the lady, Deloris was her name.  I managed to make
contact with her by 'running into her' in the nearby town and wangled an
invitation to come out where she lived.  She didn't look too good; drug
user, almost certainly.

   I managed to find the house.  It was set way back in the woods.  If you
didn't know where it was, you wouldn't stumble across it by accident.  I
went up to the door and was met by a bearded fellow in a dirty shirt. 
After a bit of negotiation, and intervention by Deloris, he grudgingly let
me in.  I don't think it hurt any that I was carrying a 'hostess' gift', in
this case a big chocolate cake and a case of cold soda I'd picked up at the
grocery store, complete with paper plates, cups, and a knife; who knew what
kind of utensils they'd have, eh?

   It was none too clean inside, but it could've been worse.  I was at
least willing to sit on the couch, though I wouldn't want to sleep there.
It was hard to tell how many people were there; men came and went, a few
women.  Deloris came over and said hi and a few words, but I could tell she
didn't want to talk to me.  Everyone liked the cake, though.  I managed to
snag a piece before it was all gone and sat back down.  That's when I saw
her.

   A little girl was peeping around the corner from another room.  She was
cute, probably about nine or ten, brown hair, brown eyes, very slender. 
Her hair was a mess and her clothes were worse: a torn t-shirt, a dirty
skirt with an elastic waist, torn socks, shoes with holes in them.  I could
tell no one was mothering her.  I thought to myself, "The jerks didn't even
save her a piece!" I caught her eye and motioned her over.  Fortunately I
hadn't taken a bite of mine yet.

   She sidled around the room, avoiding the men, and inched up to me. 
"Here," I said in a low voice, "Take this, Honey, I don't want it." She
took a quick look around; no one seemed to be paying any attention.  She
took the cake and scurried off to another corner of the room and wolfed it
down.

   I didn't want to overstay my welcome; I hoped to make multiple visits,
scope out the place, see if there was anything I could do about Deloris,
though I doubted it.  And, I'll admit, the little girl intrigued me.  Whose
was she?  Was anyone taking care of her?

   I wangled another invitation with a promise of more goodies and left.  I
went back a couple of days later with another cake, some cookies, etc.  I
didn't see the girl right away, but I saved some back for her.  When she
poked her head in again, I spotted her and motioned her over.  I patted the
couch next to me as an invitation, and she took the hint.  I handed over a
piece of cake and watched her eat it.

   "My name is Travis M****; what's yours?"

   "Vixie," she replied, and dug into the cake.  I asked her a few
questions as she ate.  She wasn't really related to anyone there; as far as
I could tell her father used to live there, probably with another woman who
wasn't her mother, but at least cared a bit for her.  She died; from what
little Vixie knew about it, it sounded like an overdose.  Then her father
left, probably about a year ago.  He didn't seem to have cared much about
her, and she had not heard from him since.  The few women in the house,
mostly Deloris as far as I could tell, at least made sure she had some kind
of clothes and some food to eat.  Other than that she was on her own.

   We got about that far when a man I hadn't seen yet breezed into the
room, carrying some equipment.  "Hey, look, fellas," he said in what I
assumed he thought was a jovial voice, "You get dinner and a show!  C'mere,
Vixie, it's time for your punishment!"

   He set up a couple of cameras and lights.  The girl shuffled over,
dispiritedly.  I had a suspicion what was going to happen, and I was
calculating odds.

   Deloris poked her head in the room.  She sounded a bit nervous.  "Jimbo,
you be easy, now!  Don't you hurt her bad or nothin'!"

   "I won't, I won't," 'Jimbo' replied, "Like I've always said, it's just
for show, right, Sweetheart?" He ruffled Vixie's hair.  I could tell she
didn't like it, but she didn't shy away or say anything.

   Jimbo switched on the cameras.  "Git your clothes off, girl!" he
commanded, and swung a strap he was holding onto her thighs.  She jumped
and yelped a bit and hurried to obey, pulling off her t-shirt and sliding
her skirt down.  Her panties were practically falling off; they looked like
a grown woman's size, inadequately taken in.

   Now naked except for her shoes and socks, she was...adorable. 
Heartbreakingly slender, a face like an angel in despair despite the grime,
her little breasts no more than buds topped by nipples that barely broke
the plane of her chest.  Her unfledged mons and girlcleft peeped from
between her slim thighs.  Her clitoris was prominent.

   "OK, so you been a naughty girl, right?  And you gotta be punished,
so..." With that 'Jimbo' swung the strap onto her bare bottom repeatedly.
She jumped and squealed and danced a bit.  He moved around to her front and
whipped her thighs, bringing more cries and dancing.  Then he got a
bit...adventurous, doing a bit of front-whipping, strapping her across her
nipples, and then full upon her mons and cleftlips.  She was crying out by
this time, a few tears running down her cheeks.

   But I must say, maybe due to Deloris' intervention, he obviously wasn't
whipping her very hard.  He left only faint red marks that faded slowly.  I
was watching intently.

   Partly this was because I had determined that, no matter what the risk,
if he got too rough with her, I was going to intervene.  The problem was,
there were just too many of them.  I probably wouldn't have made it out
alive, and the girl might have gotten hurt, too.  So I held my piece and
just looked on.

   And partly, I watched intently because...well, I always knew I'd had a
'thing' for the idea of spanking and 'raping' a pretty little girl.  I
tried not to remember very often, but sometimes the memories sprang up
unbidden...

   [WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!] went my tawse against my 'little girl's' bottom and
the back of her thighs as she yelped, "AA-AA-AA!  Oh, 'Daddy', please!" I
moved around and whipped the front of her thighs, [SMAK-SMAK-SMAK!]. 
"OH-OH-OH!  Oh, 'Daddy' 'Daddy', please!"

   I gave her a few strokes across her breasts, then concentrated on her
cleft, whipping her repeatedly as she cried out wildly, her chest heaving.
Eventually I tossed the tawse aside and seized her cleft.  She was wet, and
it only took a bit of probing, pinching her clit, and a few spanks to her
cleftlips before she was coming in my hands.

   Then I spun her around and put her down on the bed lying across a big
pillow.  I took her from behind, ramming deeply into her as she cried out.
In no time I was coming, spilling my seed inside my 'little girl', and
collapsing on the bed next to her.

   Then my wife and I headed to the shower; we needed it!

   I certainly couldn't have expected my young wife to understand and even
accept my...predilection, but she surprised me by being willing to throw
herself into it, doing 'ageplay' with me to my enormous delight.  We had
plans, a house, kids eventually, maybe I'd 'settle down' in some security
position...

   It was early in my 'career'; I hadn't yet learned that one's enemies
will often try to get at you through your loved ones.  After the funeral, I
tracked them down.  At least they'd killed her quickly, so I didn't make
them suffer.  Much.

   But that was long ago...

   It was a bit surprising (and I'll admit, a turn-on!) to see Vixie's
little hips rocking, and hear her breathing come short, as 'Jimbo' abused
her with his hands after he was done whipping her.  I don't think she came,
though.  After 'Jimbo' shut off the cameras, Vixie scurried to get dressed.
A few of the men had come in to watch, and they left the room.  Deloris
came in, twisting her hands nervously.  "Y'know, 'Jimbo', he-he don't
really hurt her, or nothin', it's just kinda for play, like.  He-he sells
the pictures and the video and makes good money with it, and-and he saves
some for her, yeah, that's it, so she can have clothes and stuff, and she
doesn't really mind, do you, kiddo?" she said, then hurried out again.  I
don't know how much of it she believed, or just wanted to believe.  She was
a dopehead, with just enough of a shred of sensibility left to be ashamed
of the treatment the girl was getting, but not enough to do anything about
it.  I figured it wouldn't be long before one of the men decided to rape
Vixie, or sell her, or both.

   Before Vixie could scuttle out of the room, I held up a cookie and
motioned her over.  She sat down next to me.  I let her eat it for a
moment, then asked her quietly, "Are you OK?" She just nodded, but a tear
was on her nose.  I took my handkerchief and dabbed at it.  She looked up
at me and smiled a bit.  There was no way I could hide the 'tenting' of my
trousers after seeing the little preteen getting sexually punished like
that.  I could only hope she didn't notice it.

   I went there pretty regularly over the next few weeks, bringing goodies
each time.  Eventually they came to kind of expect it, I guess.  I assume
they'd done some checking on their own and found nothing...threatening
about me.  The fact that I had a 'rap sheet', although no convictions,
probably reassured them.  'Jimbo' put on a show with Vixie nearly every
time.  I have to admit, part of me really enjoyed watching it, and he never
did anything that left more than a faint red mark, at least not as long as
I was there.  And I could tell she couldn't help feeling sexually
stimulated by it to some extent.  But I had to get her out of it, somehow.

   I kept bringing food, varying it more, often bringing some 'real food'
along with the desserts; Vixie looked like she didn't get a good meal very
often.  As long as 'Jimbo' wasn't abusing her, she would sit next to me
most of the time.  I started bringing her a little trinket, some toy or
other; the poor little girl didn't seem to have anything to play with as
far as I could tell.

   After I'd been coming there regularly for a couple of weeks, she was
sitting next to me after a particularly...arousing session with 'Jimbo'.  I
was tented up pretty good, and trying to recover from it as Vixie sat next
to me munching on a sandwich.  No one else was in the room at the moment.
She looked around as if to make sure, then turned to me and said, "Mr. 
Travis, will you please take me away from here?  Please?  Nobody here loves
me or cares about me, and I don't like them, and I'm afraid 'Jimbo' or
somebody's gonna hurt me for real, and you can spank me and whip me and all
that stuff and I don't care 'cuz you're nice and I like you and I know
you'd like it 'cuz I can tell your thing gets hard like the other men's
does when I get whipped and stuff and won't you please get me out of her,
please please please?!" She stopped for a breath and I put my finger on her
lips.  I didn't want to take a chance on anyone else hearing her.

   "Vixie dear, I would love to get you out of here, and I will try my best
to do it.  We can't go right now; there's too many of them, and you know
they have guns, don't you?" She nodded solemnly.  "I'll figure out
something.  You try to pretend like we never talked about this for now. 
But I promise you, if I can, I'll get you out of here, OK?" She sat back,
apparently satisfied for the moment, and went back to her sandwich.

   I had been doing some sleuthing, and had come up with the depressing
impression that pretty much the entire county was corrupt.  A lot of drugs
were flowing in and out, and a lot of them came through that house.  The
police were involved, the courts, the social workers...there was no one I
could tell about it who was likely to be able to take the kind of action
that would lead to an improvement in Vixie's situation anytime soon. 
Tipping off the DEA or the state police might have eventually resulted in
some action, but that could take months.  I was pondering just trying a
'snatch and scoot', when events took a hand...

   One day while Vixie was sitting next to me eating some cake I heard the
'POP-POP'.  Certain instincts are ingrained into me; in no time I had Vixie
down with me behind the couch, and my 1911 in my hand.  I hissed a whisper
to her, "Is there a bathtub in the house?" She nodded.  "Is it upstairs?"
She nodded again.  More 'pops' had gone off, but they all sounded towards
the back of the house.  Men were shouting, someone was screaming.  I
grabbed Vixie under my arm and vaulted over the couch, across the room, and
up the stairs.  No one saw us.  She pointed out the bathroom and I threw
her in the tub.  "Lie down," I told her urgently.

   More gunfire went off for a while, then nothing.  The screams had cut
off; not a good sign.  I heard a car start up and drive off, throwing
gravel.  I waited a bit, then ran downstairs, telling Vixie to stay put.

   Like I thought, it was a hit, and they'd done a pretty good job. 
'Jimbo' was still alive, but only barely; I didn't think he'd last.  Almost
everyone else was dead.  Fortunately they were all towards the back.

   Deloris was huddled in the kitchen; she barely seemed to notice me when
I looked in, she just trembled and whimpered.

   I ran back upstairs and picked Vixie up.  "Honey, do you have any idea
what's happened?" She looked down for a moment, then nodded her head.  "So
you know people have been shot?" She nodded again.  "Sweetheart, I'm really
sorry to have to tell you this, but they're pretty much all dead except
Deloris.  'Jimbo's' still alive, but I don't think he'll last long.  Are
you OK?" After a pause, she nodded again.

   Then she whispered, "They none of them liked me anyways, except maybe
Deloris.  Sometimes she'd take care of me a little.  I-I'm sorry they're
dead, but I din't love them or nothin'."

   I hugged her, the sweet, lost, little thing.  She clung to me, shivering
a bit.  "I don't think you need to see them, do you?" She shook her head
emphatically.  "Then let's get out of here, OK?" She nodded, and I took her
to the kitchen, avoiding the back of the house so she couldn't
see...anything.

   Deloris was still huddled in the kitchen.  "Everyone else is dead, or
soon going to be," I said, a little brusquely, I suppose; I must admit I
didn't have much patience with her.  "We're getting out of here.  Are you
coming?" I didn't wait for an answer, I just headed for the door.

   As I bundled Vixie in 'Miss Agnes', I heard Deloris shout, "Wait!  Wait
for me!" She came running out the door and hurried to the car.

   "You come with me, you do exactly what I say all the time, is that
understood?" I demanded.  She nodded.  "There'll be no drug use.  You're
going to have to go cold turkey.  You give me any trouble, and I drop you
on the side of the road and I don't look back.  Got it?" She nodded again.
"Get in," I commanded.

   I'd snatched up someone's cell phone earlier; I used it to call in the
shooting, on the off chance something could be done for 'Jimbo', then
tossed it out the window while the dispatcher was still asking questions.

   Vixie sat quietly, looking out the window.  I bet she'd almost never
even ridden in a car, poor thing.  Deloris was huddled to herself, not
looking around, shaking a bit.  She was probably partly in shock, partly in
withdrawal.  I didn't really care which.  Studying her through the rearview
mirror, though, I could see that she couldn't have been much older than
thirty, and could still be pretty, if she took care of herself.

   I didn't go back to the hotel I was at.  I had it set so I could
checkout by phone, and I hadn't left anything in the room.  I drove some
distance before we stopped; didn't want to take any chance someone might
connect us with the shooting.

   I found us a fairly secluded motel with a check-in where I could keep an
eye on the car, and little separated bungalows for rooms.  I carried Vixie
in; she was exhausted.  I lay her on one of the beds and she was asleep in
no time.  I told Deloris to sleep next to her.

   I let her sleep for a few hours.  Then I woke her up and told her to
stay in the room, don't let anyone in; Deloris and I were going to run to
the store for a few things.  She nodded sleepily and turned back over.

   I could have left Deloris with her, but I didn't trust her yet.  I
wasn't taking any chances with anything happening to Vixie.

   I ran us to a Wal-Mart I had spotted on the way, and bought some little
girls' clothing, and an outfit for Deloris, who actually made herself
useful with the sizes for Vixie.  I hurried us back to the motel; nothing
had changed, she was still asleep.

   When she woke up I sent her to the bathroom armed with soap, shampoo, a
brush, and various sets of clothing to try.  I told her to take her time;
might have been a mistake-she was in there for an hour and a half!

   While she was in there, Deloris and I had a bit of a talk.  She was
shivering and looked a bit miserable.  I asked her if she was OK.  She
seemed surprised and grateful at any concern, and said, "I-I'm not too bad.
I'll get over it.  I-I'm really sorry...sorry for everything.  And I'm
sorry I didn't do better by that little girl..." She broke down crying.  I
took pity on her and put an arm around her shoulders, and she leaned
against me and sobbed for a while.  After a bit she pulled herself together
some, dabbing her eyes.  She even smiled a bit.

   I called my great-aunt and told her Deloris was OK, but she didn't want
to come to her yet, she needed to...recover a bit.  Deloris seemed grateful
for that.

   When Vixie came out she looked like a different girl.  Clean, possibly
for the first time in her life, hair brushed out (but still badly needing a
stylist), and wearing a cute little pair of jeans and a nice blouse, clean
socks, shoes with no holes in them.  She was smiling, and I smiled back. 
"You look great, Vixie!  Everything OK?" She grinned even wider and nodded.
"You hungry?" She nodded even harder.

   We gave Deloris a chance to get freshened up and dressed, then went to
the nearby Micky-D's for some breakfast.  While we ate, I questioned the
girls a little further.  They didn't know any of Vixie's family.  She was
all ready there when Deloris arrived, and Deloris never met Vixie's
parents. Vixie remembered one of the women at the house teaching her to
read, and a few years ago there was a church bus that came by; for a while
Deloris would put her on it to take her to Sunday School.  That is, until
'Jimbo' began his little 'shows'; naturally he put a stop to any outside
activities for Vixie.

   "Is there anyone you want me to take you to, to visit with, or to live
with?" I asked her.  She shook her head.  "I could drop you off at a police
station.  They would make sure you got to a foster home, or something.  You
wouldn't be in trouble." She made the universal preteen 'yuck' face. 
"Don't like that idea, eh?  Well then, what am I to do with you, Vixie?"

   She hung her head for a bit, then whispered, "Can't I stay with you, Mr.
Travis?  Please?"

   "Honey, I'd love to have you stay with me, but I didn't want to ask in
case there was something else you wanted." She smiled and seemed satisfied,
and moved a little closer to me on the bench.

   "What about you, Deloris?" I asked.

   "I-I don't know, Travis.  I...could you use a...housekeeper, or
anything?" She looked up very shyly at me.  She really was fairly pretty...

   I took them back to Florida with me, to the 'Busted Flush', my
houseboat. Vixie took to her new life with aplomb.  I got her some
homeschooling materials and computer programs; she soaked up knowledge like
a sponge.  Deloris made herself useful.  She could cook, and she cleaned
without being asked to; couldn't ask for much more than that, considering.

   But one day, not long after we had settled in, Vixie asked me, "Mr. 
Travis, c'n I ask you somethin'?"

   "Of course you can, Vixie," I replied.

   "When are you-I mean, aren't you gonna punish me, and stuff?" she asked,
turning a little red.  Deloris poked her head out of the galley with a
surprised look.

   "Why, Vixie, do you want me to?" I was very interested to see where this
would go!

   "I-I dunno.  I-I guess I sorta...got used to it, when 'Jimbo' did it. 
And I know you liked it when I got whipped and stuff, I c'n tell cuz
your-your 'thing' got big and stuff.  And sometimes it wasn't so bad, what
he did; sometimes it even felt kinda nice." She turned away, clearly
embarrassed, a little red in the face.

   I gently turned her around to face me.  "Vixie, dear, now let me ask you
something.  What if someone you loved was to do what 'Jimbo' did, but
gently, and not mean or anything, mostly for play, and tried to make you
feel...good?  Would that be OK?" I awaited her answer with baited breath.
She looked down for a while, and then she just nodded.  "Are you sure,
honey?  I don't want to do anything to you you don't want me to."

   "Uh-huh, I'm sure," she said, and looked up at me, with sort of a
mischievous little smile.

   I gathered her up in my arms for a big hug.  "Vixie dear, I didn't want
to tell you this until now, but I would love to spank you, and punish you,
and make you feel good.  "

   So, young lady, I think you've been a naughty little girl, and you need
a good spanking!  You come right over my lap this instant!" I pulled her
over my knee; she was squealing and giggling and kicking a bit, but she
wasn't really fighting me.  I tossed up her skirt and pulled down her
little cotton panties, well-fitting and properly girlish (Disney
princesses, I believe) in contrast with the ones she used to have to wear.
Now her sweet little bubble bottom was bared to my gaze.  I spanked her
sharply, but not hard, alternating from one cheek to the other as she
kicked and whimpered, gently reddening her buttocks.  It was wonderful: her
slim, warm body lying over my lap (and pressing nicely on my stiffening
rod!), her soft cries and little jerks with each spank, the feel of her
little, soft, smooth bottom as I spanked her...After about twenty spanks I
stopped, and began to rub her bottom gently as she shivered and sort of
cooed.  I let my hand slide down and down, until I was rubbing her smooth,
unfledged cleftlips and clitoris.  Her cooing became a bit more intense,
and she moved her hips a bit.  My rod was hard as a rock; I'm sure she must
have been able to feel it poking into her tummy.

   After a minute or so of that very pleasant and stimulating pastime, I
pulled her up to my lap and gave her a big hug, which she returned
enthusiastically.  "Was that OK?" I asked.  She nodded happily, eyes
shining with maybe just a hint of tears, but she wasn't really crying.

   I could see Deloris still peeking out of the galley, taking everything
in.  I set Vixie back down on the couch, saying, "You wait right here, I'll
be right back."

   I went into the galley.  "Do you have a problem with this, Deloris?" She
looked at me for a moment, then shook her head.

   "N-no, no, I guess not.  Where else is she gonna go?  I know you'll take
good care of her.  And you won't be...mean, like 'Jimbo' and the others. 
And who am I to say what happens to her, anyway.  It's not like I ever did
her any good..." She looked down.

   I put my hands on her shoulders.  "Maybe you did the best you could
under the circumstances.  We all do things we're not supposed to, hmm?" I
sort of chucked her under the chin, and she looked up with a little smile
and a hopeful look on her face.

   "I've sure done a lot of those, though, Travis.  I-I...I don't
suppose...I mean, maybe you could..." She turned a bit away, looking
confused.

   I gently turned her back towards me.  "What do you want, Deloris, it's
OK, go ahead," I encouraged her.

   She whispered, "I want you to punish me, too.  I'll do anything you
want. Please let me stay with you.  And I really need to be punished.  I've
been so bad..." With that her shoulders shook and she started to weep.

   I took her in my arms and held her for a while as she cried softly. 
"It's OK, now, Deloris, Vixie's safe, and you're safe, and everything's
going to be all right."

   After a bit I led her back out to the main cabin where Vixie was still
waiting.  I sat Deloris down next to her and perched on the chart table. 
"Girls, we've been talking, and I've been thinking.  This may sound
strange, but if we go to the right place in the world we can manage it: how
about if I marry both of you?" A combination of astonishment and pleasure
seemed to be on both their faces, especially Deloris'.

   We talked about it for a while.  Once they realized I really meant it,
and we really could do it, they both seemed all for it.  But I wanted them
both to realize something...

   "Now, listen, girls, there's one thing you've both got to understand. 
If we get married, then I'm in charge.  You do what I say.  You will both
be disciplined and punished regularly.  Some will be scheduled punishments
for a certain day of the week, just as reminders.  Some will be just
whenever I feel like it.  And you certainly will be punished if you don't
do what you're supposed to do."

   Then, turning to Vixie, I said, "But for you, sweetheart, I don't want
you to worry.  Nothing I do will be very hard or hurt very much.  If I'm
punishing you when you haven't been naughty, then anytime you want me to
stop, all you've got to do is say 'Ow' or 'don't' or 'no' or 'stop'.  OK?"
She nodded happily.  "Of course, if you've been naughty, then you'll just
have to take it!  But I think you'll find it's still not real bad, honey."

   To Deloris I said, "You will be punished more...sternly, of course.  But
you knew that, didn't you?" She gulped and nodded.  "But it still won't be
all that bad, you know," I said, smiling a bit.  She smiled back, a bit
shyly.

   I turned back to the little preteen.  "And Vixie, dear, do you really
understand what it means, for us to be married?"

   She looked down for a moment.  "It means you get to put your-your
'thing' inside me, don't it?"

   "That's right, Vixie, it does.  It will probably hurt, the first time. I
can't help that.  Maybe you can think of it like just another punishment,
hmm?" She cocked her head in thought for a moment, then nodded brightly.

   "OK, Mr.  Travis!" she said.

   I did some research, then made arrangements and flew us to
*********-land, where 'age of consent' considerations were, shall we say,
more lenient, and polygamy was legal.  I arranged for the 'Flush' to be
taken into a container ship and sent to our new location.  In a few days we
were in front of a priest who was willing to marry us, Vixie adorable in a
little wedding dress made to her size, me in my old dress uniform, Deloris
looking quite winsome in her bridal gown.

   Then it was back to the bungalow I had rented for us to stay in until
the 'Flush' arrived.  I carried Vixie in in one arm, and managed to carry
Deloris in the other.

   I sent Deloris into the bathroom with some instructions, then sat down
on the bed and stood Vixie in front of me.  I spent some time just
caressing her face, giving her sweet kisses, and getting her little
butterfly kisses back.  Then I began to undress her, peeling off layers
until finally she was naked in front of me, a preteen girl nude before a
grown man, blushing a bit, a little shiver every now and then.  She was
absolutely adorable, a stunning preteen.  Long, straight, dirty-blonde
hair, now well-groomed and styled; nipples erect atop breasts that were
mere buds, barely breaking the plane of her chest, slim hips, slender
thighs framing her exquisite unfledged girlcleft, with its luscious puffy
lips and prominent clitoris.

   I caressed her delicate collar bones, ran my hands up and down her back.
I gave her a back scratch; it seemed to please her judging by her purrs.

   I gave her a quick kiss, stood up, and said, "You've been very naughty,
young lady, and it's time for your punishment."

   She just whispered back, "Oh, Mr.  Travis, please, please!" I rested my
left hand on her left shoulder, and with the other hand began to smack her
on her bare bottom as she trembled and gave little yelps with each spank.
After a bit I let my left hand drift down until I was at her left nipple. I
began to tweak and twist it and she writhed a bit in response.

   After about twenty or so spanks, when her bottom was fetchingly
reddened, I moved to her front, now with my left hand kneading and working
her reddened buttocks, while with my right hand I began to front-spank her
full upon her mons, cleftlips, and clitoris as she cried out more intensely
with each spank.  Soon her little hips were rocking a bit as well.

   I can't begin to describe how stimulating it was, to have such a
gorgeous slender preteen in my hands, squeezing her little bottom while I
spanked her on her soft, unfledged girlcleft.  I thought I'd cream in my
pants, but I managed to hold off.

   After another twenty spanks I swung her up in a big hug, holding her,
caressing her, nuzzling her hair as she trembled in my arms and clung
tightly to me.  I laid her down on the bed, and without preamble, fastened
my mouth to her girlcleft.  She stiffened and cried out, then continued to
moan and rock her hips as I tongued her clitoris, and sucked and bit her
clitoris, and thrust my tongue against her hymen.  Soon her rocking hips
were nearly bouncing, and her cries became more insistent and intense, and
then to my great delight my precious little preteen Vixie was coming and
coming.

   Once she was spent, I cradled her head in one hand and looked in her
eyes.  "You OK?" I asked.  She nodded happily, smiling through the tears in
her eyes.  "Now I'm going to rape you, honey.  This may sound strange, but
I'm going to rape your mouth first.  You don't have to do anything, just
open up and don't bite!  Something will come out of me when I'm done..."
She made the universal preteen 'yuck' face at that.  "Don't worry: it's not
pee!" She seemed mollified.  "Try to swallow it; many girls do."

   With that I took my rod out of my pants.  She stared at it for a bit,
like a baby bird at a snake, then slid over on the bed and opened her mouth
and closed her eyes.  She was absolutely adorable.  I slid my member into
her mouth, not too far, I didn't want to gag her.  I moved back and forth
as she whimpered a bit, but it didn't take long.  After the 'scene' we'd
just had, seeing my precious preteen girl orgasm, and now having my rod in
her little mouth, in no time I was emptying myself.  She spluttered a bit
and tried to swallow it all, but some leaked out.

   I swept her up in a big hug and kissed her, heedless of the traces of my
seed still on her mouth.

   By then Deloris was out of the bathroom, nude as I had ordered her,
watching the 'action', seemingly entranced.  I left Vixie lying on the bed
and went over to Deloris.

   She was slender, and quite pretty, with small, high breasts.  Without
preamble I seized them, kneading and working, pinching and twisting her
nipples as she gasped and moaned.  I pulled her to me and kissed her
deeply. She surrendered fully, open-mouthed, pressing her slim naked body
against me, trembling.

   I held her for a while, stroking her hair, soothing her.  Then I said,
"Young lady, you know you need to be punished.  Get on the bed on your
hands and knees." She obeyed me, peeking back shyly, her cleft (completely
depilated as I had ordered) and anus fully bared to my view.  I took my
belt off and began whipping her on her thighs and bottom as she cried out
sweetly.  I didn't want to welt her, but I knew she needed some real
discipline, so I reddened her girlflesh deeply with smack after smack.

   After about twenty or thirty strokes I told her to sit on the edge of
the bed.  She did so, gingerly, of course!  I took the strap-end of the
belt and whipped her breasts and nipples, bringing a nice redness to her
girlflesh and fresh cries to her lips.  Then I bade her lie back on the
bed, fully exposed, and whipped her full upon her cleftlips and clitoris as
she nearly screamed.

   Once I judged her sufficiently chastened, I fastened my mouth to her
cleft, and quickly brought her to a noisy orgasm.  As she shuddered out the
last of it, I turned her over on the bed with a pillow under her hips, put
some lubricant on my rod, and thrust deeply into her anus.  She had given
herself enemas in the bathroom as I had commanded.  She cried out wildly as
I penetrated her deeply, violating her rectum, stretching her tender
sphincter.  Having recently spent myself in Vixie's mouth, I was able to
give Deloris a proper punishment-raping of her anus for ten minutes or more
as she cried out hoarsely and rhythmically with each thrust, before I
finally deigned to empty myself within her.  Then I collapsed next to her,
stroking her, whispering to her, loving her.  She cuddled sweetly against
me as Vixie snuggled up to me on the other side.

   Once we were recovered, we all took a shower!

   The next day, when it was 'punishment time', I bound them one on each
bed, spread-eagled, Deloris face-down, Vixie face-up.  I took a switch to
Deloris' thighs and bottom, still reddened from yesterday's punishment, as
she writhed and cried out.  I angled some of the strokes to snap fully
against her anus, cleft, and clitoris as she nearly shrieked as she was so
sternly disciplined.

   Then I turned to Vixie, switching her repeatedly on the front of her
thighs as she yelped, bringing a fetching pattern of faint red lines to her
tender girlflesh.  Then I whipped her on her nipples and breastbuds.  She
jerked and cried out with each stroke.  Finally I brought the switch down
sharply against her unfledged girlcleft as she cried out wildly, writhing
against her bonds.

   Finally I tossed the switch aside, then once again essentially raped her
cleft with my mouth, tonguing her clit roughly.  In only a minute or two
she was coming.

   I had taken my rod out of my pants, and naturally it was pointing
skyward.  I knelt between her thighs on the bed, positioning myself at her
introitus, then thrust forcefully, driving for her cervix with one stroke,
raping her of her maidenhead as she screamed.  I lay inside her for a
while, not thrusting or moving, stroking her hair, kissing the top of her
head, whispering to her of my love for her.  Finally her distress died down
to the occasional sob and sniffle.  I commenced to piston in and out of
her, long, hard and fast strokes that brought fresh cries to her lips as
she jerked in her bonds with each thrust.  It is impossible to relate how
wonderful it was, to have my sweet little preteen girl, bound on the bed,
punished soundly, brought to orgasm, and now raping her fully, feeling her
tight, soft sweetness as my manhood penetrated and violated her.  Of course
it only took a few thrusts before I was emptying myself at her cervix.

   For their further discipline, I left them bound on the bed, whimpering
and moaning, as I watched a little TV.  Then I rebound Deloris face-up.  I
spent some time caressing her cheeks and kissing her.  Then I took the belt
to her breasts, and thighs, and cleft as she cried out wildly.  After a bit
I was hard again, so I took her, bound, thrusting deeply into her cleft. 
She was well-lubricated, and came well before I did.  Having raped Vixie
earlier I was able to prolong my pleasure with Deloris for some time before
I spent myself within her, consummating our marriage.

   As the days went by I continued to administer discipline to my precious
girls, big and small, giving them both a good 'maintenance' spanking at
least once a week, and various other punishments whenever I saw fit.

   And we lived happily ever after!

   The End

   By cc

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of the crime/mystery/action author and his character's name, which I stole
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