KAREN - SCHOOL STARTS Leslie is driving me MAD! Arguing! Her room is a TIP! She ignores EVERYTHING I ask her to do! She's sweetness and light to Gail and Paul, couldn't do enough for them or Rae - me though, nothing! I tried not to show her how she upset me. But, I cried most nights. How could she change SO much? It was breaking my heart. I was at my wits' end. Finally, I admitted defeat and spoke to Gail and Paul about her. They listened quietly, asked some questions, and glanced at each other frequently. I thought that they knew what to say, but didn't want to say it for some reason. "Have you tried taking to her?" Paul asked. "Yes, I've talked to her. She doesn't talk to me though," I answered "She needs a spanking," Rae said. "Is she worried about anything, her father or mother?" asked Gail. "No, the're fine. She spoke to them only last night and she was walking on air afterwards, until she saw me that is," I replied. "Perhaps it's me that's doing it," I said, almost in tears with my frustration. "No, she just needs spanking," Rae said. "Maybe she needs some room," Paul suggested. "Any more room and she'd be living on her own," I replied. Then I remembered what Rae had said. "What do you mean Rae?" I asked. "She's being naughty, she needs a spanking," She said as though it was blindingly obvious. Obvious to anyone but me, especially after the way my Mum used to beat me. "I'm not going to beat her," I said heatedly, Gail and Paul remained silent. "Don't BEAT her, your mum used to beat you didn't she?" Rae asked. "Yes," I replied. I was listening now. This three-year-old was making a lot of sense. "Don't beat her, just spank her. She's been naughty, she KNOWS she deserves it," Rae said. Out of the mouths of babes. I gave Rae a kiss, then one to Gail and Paul too. Theirs was longer and more sensual though. "Thank you, especially you Rae," I said. I went back to my room in quiet thought. I lay on my bed and thought about what Rae had said. My Mum used to beat me all the time, even if I had done nothing wrong. However, Rae had said spank her. There was a difference, this I knew. I would have to find the difference. As I was pondering, Leslie entered my room and took my gold locket from the dressing table. She started to leave without saying a word. "Leslie, please ask if you want to borrow my locket," I said. She ignored me and left the room. I followed her into her room. "Okay Leslie, enough is enough. Please give me the locket back." She turned her back on me and lay on her bed facing the wall. "If you don't give it back to me I shall give you a spanking," I said. The cards were now on the table. I saw her stiffen slightly. "You and whose army," She mumbled. That was it. She had gone too far now. I grabbed hold of her jumper by the small of her back and pulled her off the bed. I dragged her backwards into my room then sat on my chair. One last thrust had her lying face down over my lap. "You wouldn't, I'll tell my Dad!" she squealed. Petrol poured onto the flames of my anger. "Tell him. If you don't I shall." I flipped up her skirt and ripped her panties off. Bracing myself I gave her six quick, hard slaps. She squealed and cried with each one. I kept her on my lap. "Leslie, you don't know what this is costing me," I cried through my tears, remembering what I had been put through. She had to be punished though, no matter what it cost me. I slapped her six more times, now she was in tears. I lifted her off my lap and stood her in front of me. I remembered Rae's words. "You've been naughty and now you have been punished," I told her. She stood before me, tears rolling down her cheeks and nodded. "Now please go to your room," I said. Without a word she left. I broke down and sobbed. I lay on my bed almost broken. "Karen," she said. I looked up at her standing beside me. "Karen, I wanted to know if you loved me." Now I did cry. "I DO love you. I have loved you for a long time. I'll do anything for you," I managed to tell her between my sobs. "Yes, but I needed to know if you loved me enough to punish me if I did something wrong. I had to know, no one else has loved me like that, not ever," She cried out. She too was sobbing now. I reached up to her and she came into my arms. We lay on my bed crying together. At last we stopped. "I know what your mum did to you," She said. "But you have to punish me if I do something wrong. Even after what your mum did." I have often thought that Leslie is older than I am. She is seven years old but has lived a longer life that I have. I am nearly 12 and haven't lived at all yet. She has shown it again. "I do love you and I will punish you if you need it, but please talk to me, Leslie. I couldn't stand the thought of you not loving me any more." She smiled though her tear stained face, lighting up my world, chasing away my fears. "I'd like to make up for what I've done," She said. "But you've got to stay still for a while." Puzzled I agreed. She pushed me onto my back and started to undo my jeans. "What are you doing my precious?" I asked. "I want to please you. I don't know many ways of doing that, but I do know this one." Shyly she smiled at me. I helped her ease my jeans down, my panties with them. Naked from the waist down I waited for what must surely come. Parting my legs, Leslie knelt between my knees. Her hands spread my nether lips and opened me to her descending tongue. I almost leapt from the bed as the heat from her mouth seared my sex. She licked from anus to clit, again and again. A finger pressed deep into me. Another joined it and then another. She finger fucked me as she nibbled and sucked on my clit. Then her other hand descended lower and a wet finger pressed against my anus, pressed then entered me. I was almost flying now. I pinched my nipples while she busied herself between my legs. I panted my way into my climax, an orgasm made all the more special after the last few weeks. She sucked and pulled then gasped as my thighs trapped her head as I came. I cried out her name, and then cried out again and again as she thrust into me front and back, as she sucked on me, as I came into her mouth. We lay together relaxing. I in my post-orgasmic bliss, Leslie please to be 'mine' again. My bedroom door opened and Gail came in with a tray, drinks, and sandwiches. "You two can stay up here for a while if you want. I'll do you some tea when you come down later." She kissed us both, smiling she left. We cuddled as we ate and drank. I cannot remember feeling so special as then. We undressed totally and I ran my hands over my charge. I loved her body. She was going to be SO beautiful when she grew up. I ran my hands over her buttocks and saw the marks I had made with her punishment. I kissed each mark tenderly. As I did, Leslie gave a quick shriek and jumped out of bed. She ran into her room and brought back my locket. Carefully she put it back on my dressing table. "I'm so sorry Karen. I do love you and I felt that I had to know if you REALLY loved me." She lay back in my arms. We 'spooned' and cuddled. All to soon we decided to go downstairs. I just got up and waited, naked, for Leslie to put on her panties as usual but she just held my hand. "Lets go," She said. We went downstairs and joined the others. Gail and Paul were looking at the post. Rae was playing with her teddy bears. I picked her up and kissed her. "You really are a clever girl," I said. Rae smiled at me. "Have you two made up then?" she asked. We both nodded. Rae squirmed down into my lap, then looked up at me. "Can I?" She asked, running a finger over my breast. "Go on then Pet Lamb." She nuzzled onto my tiny breast and suckled. Soon she slept. I put a nappy on her then put her into her bed. I came back downstairs and saw that Leslie was sitting on Gail's lap. That left Paul's lap for me. He opened his arms and I gladly sank into him and was enveloped in his strong warm arms. The evening passed quietly. We spoke, a little, and rested, secure in the love of our family. Bedtime arrived and, as she was on early shift the next day, Gail asked Leslie if she could sleep with her. "Otherwise I'll get no sleep at all with that randy pig next to me" she said with a grin. "Are you really a randy pig?" I asked my uncle. With a huge growl, he buried his head into my tummy and blew. Raspberry noises loud and proud, tickling and teasing me. "Of COURSE I am dear little maid. Shall I show you HOW randy I am?" he asked me. Well I had to think about this - for about a whole second. "Yes please," I said "Let's go to bed, then you can show me in comfort." I though this was a brilliant idea, and so did Paul. He stood up with me in his arms then threw me over his shoulder. He Kissed Gail goodnight and then she kissed me, well, she was presented with my backside to kiss goodnight! She kissed me well and truly AND used her tongue; it disappeared deep into my exposed slit as she kissed me. Oh, I was SO wet. Paul turned me around so that Leslie could also kiss me. However, she was presented with my upside down face. "Paul next time Karen's over your shoulder, can I have the other end like Gail had?" she asked him. "Of course you can precious," He replied. Leslie kissed me stroking my tongue with hers. She caressed my cheek. "I've never loved anyone like I love you," She said. Then she turned to Paul. "Are you going to bonk her into a coma?" she asked. I felt Paul nod his agreement. "Oh sure," I said. Stand around all evening with a naked girl on your shoulder and threaten to bonk her, never DO anything though. Just talk, talk, talk," I said, goading him a little. "Of course when she ACTUALLY gets put into bed, well that's a different story that is. Oh I've hurt my back - or I've got a headache from carrying you around - or a five second poke IF I'm lucky then you start snoring," I continued. "Ha, quiet woman, you don't know the dangers that you're playing with. The untamed beast of aroused MAN will quieten your feeble complaints," He said as he carried me upstairs. He THREW me onto the bed. I shrieked with fright and glee as I tumbled through the air. Bouncing on the bed, arms and legs akimbo I struggled to orientate myself and prepare for him. I was just too slow. Paul grabbed my ankles and spread them wide as he lifted my legs high into the air. As I squealed in delight Paul was presented with my parted sex and he clamped his lips firmly to me sucking strongly as his tongue delved deeply inside me. I grabbed at his head and tried to hold him against me, to no avail though. I was quickly flipped onto my stomach and laid on the bed face down and legs parted widely. His weight descended upon me as his hands powered their way underneath me, firm fingers spread. His hands worked their way along my body, one hand going up, one down. My tiny breast was grasped and pulled, while my crotch was similarly attacked. I lay trapped by his weight unable to move. Unable to do anything but feel what he was doing to me (and for me). I felt his erection between my spread thighs, felt the hard, hot, penis nudge against me. Pressing hard, once, twice, then my hips were lifted a little and the throbbing heat of his cock found my tiny slit. "Ohhh," I moaned, as I was entered by this wonderful battering ram. I felt him filling me, filling me so completely that I wonder why I didn't feel so empty the rest of the time. His strong thrusting hips quickly impaled me upon his hard, hot, cock. His arms surrounded me and held me trapped against him. His weight pinned me immobile beneath him. He was in TOTAL control of my body. I was a passenger on his lust. Paul gently withdrew, I gasped as he slid from my body, and then he moved forward again. I turned my head side to side as I tried to look at him, but failed. He thrust into me, using me for his pleasure, driving me into mine. I was panting now. I felt drops of his sweat, red hot, burning their way over my shoulders, along my back. His hands changed places. I was still his willing captive, but for a fleeting moment I could move forward a little. A rush of cold air replaced his hot skin on my back, causing us both to gasp. The shock calmed me a little and helped me to remain focused on him as I was pulled back against his chest again. His pace increased and I knew he was close to cumming. I too was close, too close as, with his increased pressure on my tender clit, my body boiled over into a shattering climax. Spasming tightly my cunt muscles milked him as he plunged into me. Releasing only slightly as he withdrew. I could hear his increased grunting as I became more difficult to enter, but he powered onward, thrusting toward his climax. I came and came, almost exhausted now I was all but a rag doll in his arms when he gave a final thrust and blew a scalding stream of cum deep into me, triggering a final mini-climax from my sweat soaked body. He pumped his seed into me again and again. His hot cock never withdrawing, only thrusting forward at me. Almost desperately trying to get deeper and deeper into my welcoming cunt. Finally he fell on me, he as exhausted as I. We lay panting for a short while, he kissed the back of my neck, my head, my ears, turning me on again. HOW does he do this I wondered? Paul rolled onto his side, turning me with him. We lay spooned together gathering our breath. I felt him slip from me and then the gush of our combined juices from deep within me. I grabbed a couple of tissues from the bedside table and clamped them over my slit. "Come on then you brute," I said, "You're supposed to be the randy pig around here. How about giving a girl a nice hot shower then eh?" He looked up at me and with another growl (one day I'm gonna have to teach him how to speak - well maybe not, I've got other uses for his tongue) he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder and off we went to the bathroom. With me leaking all over his shoulder. Ah well, we women have it all of the other times, he can have a little leakage tonight. :) We showered. I love the feel of his hard body. His chest hair, dark and wiry, catching my fingers as I slide them over his chest. His pubic hair, tangled, scratching (I remember how it raises me toward my climax as it rubs on my clitoris. I leant against him, lost in the pleasure of my naked skin on his. My nipples scrapped across his chest, exciting them, and I. I held his hand to look and marvel. His fingers long and slender calloused, working fingers, a workman's hand. A MANS hand. He used it to give his women their pleasure, and in doing so he took his pleasure, pleasure freely given to him by Gail and I. As he raised his face to the water, I reached up and kissed his neck. I opened my mouth and gripped his throat gently in my teeth. I sucked softly on him and released. I think he knew what I was trying to do, to say. What I didn't understand myself; that I loved him and was his. He looked down at me, lowered his head to mine and we joined in a kiss. He turned my body slightly and ran his hand over my tiny breast. "I love you." I said, not needing to say any more. "I love you," He replied. "I also love Gail and Rae," He continued. I felt slightly shocked. How could I have forgotten them? I looked at him, tears welling in my eyes. "I know you do," I said, "but save a little love for me; please?" I almost pleaded. He kissed me again. "I will love you as long as I live, my precious one." How my heart leapt and flew. Back in bed, we made love again, slowly. Taking time to discover each other's bodies. To learn what we liked. To find out how to give each other pleasure. I made Paul lay on his stomach and straddled him. I love the broad expanse of his back, strong and firm, muscles rippling under the skin. I kissed his neck Hands on his shoulders. I licked down his spine, moving side to side as I covered his back with kisses. The thick ropes of muscle fascinated me. I gripped him with both hands, then, with a mere twitch, he pulled the muscle from my hands. We both giggled at this. I reached his buttocks, so small, tight, and firm for a man. I parted his legs and knelt between them, looking up at his spread buttocks, his puckered anus and, lower, his crinkled testes. I spread his buttocks wider and leant forward. With my tongue, I paid homage to my love. I licked his anus, and then licked down to his tight balls. I struggled to reach them, but by stretching and turning my head a little. I managed to reach both testes. His reaction to my ministrations was payment enough for my efforts. I licked down his legs, and then sucked his toes. Drawing each one into my mouth, running my tongue over and around each one. I turned him over (okay, I asked him to turn over) and looked up then length of his body. The sight fascinated me. I started the return journey along his body. My probing tongue found every nook and cranny. I took each of his firm balls into my mouth sucking gently, then more firmly. Pulling on his rock hard cock as I did so. I licked his cock from base to crown and back again, front and back, sides as well. I ran the very tip of my tongue under the ridge sending him ridged with his desire. I took him into my mouth and dipped my head down, once, twice, three times. I swirled my tongue over the crown and sucked hard. I got my reward, Paul gasped and his hips twitched in a quick thrust. Then a torrent of sperm entered my waiting mouth. Finally I straddled him and accepted his hard cock within me. Riding him, gripping his chest, his nipples, while we soared together. His hands gripped and squeezed my breasts, his thumb pressed against my clitoris. We rode into our mutual climax together, in love. Afterward another, quick, warm shower relaxed me then we slept, spooned, me safe in his arms. The morning came and dawn found me wide-awake. I looked down at Paul as he slept. I covered him and went downstairs where I had heard Gail making her breakfast. We kissed lightly. "You look refreshed little one." She said. "I am," I replied. "Gail," I started not knowing what to say. With a hand under my chin she lifted my face to look into hers. "Paul and I had a short talk after you fell asleep last night." She said, smiling at me. "I don't know anyone else I would rather share him with." Again she smiled. "I would love you to love him with me." She kissed me, more sensually this time. "Thank you Gail," I said. I couldn't keep the tears from my eyes I was so happy. I was truly accepted by them. They wanted ME. I could almost jump and shout and sing and dance. Gail held me tight. "You go back to bed now, go to Leslie, she's fretting about something and needs a loving cuddle." She said. "I've got to go to work now." I watched as she drove out of sight, and then went to Leslie's room. She wasn't there. I looked in my room and found her asleep in my bed, on my side, cuddling my teddy! I dropped my gown on the floor then, naked, climbed in beside her. I eased up to her and felt the warmth of her body. As she turned toward me I slipped an arm under her. She rested her head on my arm and nuzzled against my breasts. I held her tight and, suddenly tired, I too slept. Comments please to raven_soule@mailandnews.com Copyright (C) 2000 Karen Souleman.