"Four times eleven!" said Dan, brusquely. He was circling Hannah, who stood in the middle of the living room in an elegant little white Victorian-style school dress.

"Forty-four," she replied, taking only a moment to flicker her eyes in thought in the way little girls do.

"Four times seven."

"Thirty... uh... twenty-eight." She blinked, correcting herself.

"Ooooo, we'll allow that," said Bill, waiting in the wings with a metre-long cane in his hand. Sean was filming with a camcorder from various angles.

"Four times six."

Hannah blinked. "Twenty-four." She giggled nervously, her face a little pink.

"Nine times four."

"Umm...ummm... fifty-four... no, I mean.."

"Too late! We can't allow that," declared Bill.

"We've been generous enough already," said Dan.

"Fifty-four," chuckled Sean.

Hannah grimaced in trepidation. "Off with the dress, then," said Bill.

The 9-year-old loosened the ties and drew the garment up off her short and slim body. Dan took it off her hands, and she was left standing there in the midst of the 3 smiling pedophiles wearing only her modern pink knickers. Of course, they had not got things exactly historically authentic, but the general idea provided the fun. Hannah looked vulnerable mainly from her size, but her face remained much the same: smooth, pretty, submissive and somewhat emotionally flat. It was nothing new to be in this state of undress in front of the three men, and she knew well enough that the evening was still not even midway and that all the contact-stuff will begin sure enough. She gazed at the floor.

"Onto the seven times table now, Hannah Simpson." Dan's tone was one of a strict Victorian teacher. He was a good actor. "Seven times eight."

"Er, fifty-six."

"Good girl. Seven times ten."

"Oh, that's piss-easy," protested Sean.

"But important," said Dan.

"You're the teacher."

"Seventy," said Hannah, always looking a little unsettled if her abusers had little quarrels, even if just pretend ones.

"Seven times twelve."

"Seventy-two."

"Nooo!" chirped Bill. Hannah scunched up her cute little face, but seemed in good spirits still.

"Knickers off," said Sean, calmly, still filming.

Hannah responded instantly to her stepfather's voice. Bill whistled at the sight of the child's bare little bum, curveless hips with their typical girlie forward incline that made her tight little hairless cunt kind of go 'underneath' her. Sean had seen this many times more than the other two men, but nevertheless always marvelled at it. It seemed nature has already put their cunts at the appropriate angle to recieve an erect penis long before their bodies sexually mature, and their bubbly little arses so erotically perky of course. Could anybody be blamed for being a pedo?? Hannah looked more unsettled now, knowing how the men's eyes devoured her nudity, and knowing the stuff that would soon follow. Tonight had an element of the unknown, though, even by her abused standards.

"Alright, Hannah," explained Dan, looking down on her timid face and stroking a cheek. "Now I'll give you five questions on the nine times table, and for every one you get wrong it will be three hits of the cane on your bottom from Bill, okay?"

She looked at the eager Bill, anxiously. "But the nine times table is really difficult. I've only just started on it."

"Well, this is how you learn. Let's just hope you concentrated hard in the lesson I gave you earlier, fair enough?"

"Yes." Dan was superb with her, mused Sean. Using gentleness and reason, which she could not argue against. The tone of the whole thing was semi-real, confusing Hannah even more.

"Nine times three. Come on, that's an easy one."

"Uh... twenty-seven."

"Good girl. Nine times eleven."

"Um, ninety... nine." She squinted.

"Wow," said Dan. Bill looked impatient, which Dan noted.

"Nine times... fifteen."

"Um, what?"

"Not 'what'! You say 'pardon', please," said Dan, sternly.

"Uh, pardon." Hannah looked flustered. "That's not, uh, in the times table."

"You got to learn to think outside the box, course it is: it's 'nines', isn't it?"

Hannah thought hard and looked pained. "Too late!" said Sean. "Thickie."

"That's three," said Dan, quietly. He nodded to Bill, who approached.

"On your hands and knees," said Bill to Hannah.

She simmered at the unjustice, but there was no strength in her objections, and she got down. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! The other two men looked on keenly at the contact of the cane across her exquisite bare bottom, three closely aligned pink streaks appearing. Hannah winced and lurched a little on each one, but the last was the hardest and she squealed loudly. One could have almost believed she was acting the part too, until a little water started rolling from her eyes and she glanced at each man in turn, as she stood up again.

"Two more to go," said Dan. "Nine times nine."

Hannah still gasped a little in pain. "Ninety-nine."

"Ohhhh, noo," said Dan. "I thought that was an easy one."

"Oh, you thickie," said Sean, screwing his face in mock-sympathy.

"Eighty-one," sighed Dan. Hannah slowly began to sob more profusely.

"None of that," said Sean. "On your knees, now, good girl."

"You can't try for sympathy, you've got to play the game properly," explained Dan.

"I'm not," protested Hannah, tearfully. "I just, uh, knew that one really."

"But you got it wrong. On your knees," said Bill.

Sean thought she might put up more resistance, but she obeyed again. Three THWACKS and squeals later, she was getting gingerly to her feet, her little face scrunched up in sobbing.

"One more question to go. Come on, Hannah," said Dan.

Amazing, mused Sean: even in this state she responded to Dan's encouragement.

"Better get this one right, young lady," said Bill, stoking the tension, doing practise swipes.

"Okay... nine times... thirteen," said Dan.

With a cute and flustered little frown, Hannah responded: "Ninety... no... one hundred and... fifteen!"

"Very good," said, Dan, nodding to the other two guys. He looked genuinally impressed with his favourite little pupil.

"Took far too long, though," said Sean. "The rule is quick response, yeah?"

"Yes," said Bill.

"We did say that, yes," said Dan, looking sympathetically at Hannah.

"That's not fair!" She whined and sobbed.

"Don't make it worse. Get down," commanded Sean.

"The game has nearly finished," said Dan.

Hannah went down to recieve punishment, this time crying steadily before it was even administered. She bravely restrained her squeals on the first two, but yelped on the last, partly because Bill made sure it was hard enough. Afterwards, Dan took her to his lap, cuddling her, stroking her hair and kissing her cheekbone and forehead. It gradually settled her, and it seemed as if Dan had no other motive than this. But then he started his tell-tale gyrations underneath her, and hastily tugged his trousers and pants down far enough to achieve flesh contact with his crotch on her child-rump. His erection, however, passed harmlessly between her thighs and he brought himself to a jostling orgasm in less than a minute, cum shooting up and landing on her thighs and belly.

"Didn't really mean to do that," he gasped. "But your're so lovely." He kissed her forehead once more, before prompting her to go to Sean.

"Okay, bum-ride time, sweetie," said Sean, stripping off completely. "Bill and Dan want to see this."

Hannah knew well enough what it was, and for about the fiftieth time n her young life - just a guess, mused Sean - she sat herself backways onto Sean's lap. He guided her by holding her under the armpits, while she helped herself by resting her hands on the arms of the chair. Just before contact was made, Sean pasted a dollop of jelly into her bum-crack. Steadily, the 9-year-old's asshole was impaled on the rigid adult penis. Sean always grimaced at this point - entry was slow at first, with elastic resistence - but then a couple of inches got enveloped in her stretched rectal passage quite quickly. She gasped and grimaced, fighting back sobs. It depended on her state of mind, and relaxation to some extent.

"Done," hissed Sean. "Can you see that?" he said to the two spectators. He prompted Hannah to lean forward a bit, almost as though she was doing a shit. They peered at the sight of Sean's shaft half-embedded between her soft pale buttocks.

"Nicely done," said Bill.

"Yeah," said Dan.

Sean jiggled a few times, before frowning in pleasure. "Mmmmmmmm, oooooo, yessss. Get her off, get her off... now."

Dan and Bill helped Hannah forward, and as her butt extracted from the penis they observed Sean's semen trickling from her slowly closing anal ring.

"And that's how you bugger a little girl," chortled Sean. He was partially drunk.

"Put your knickers back on for now, Hannah," said Dan. She obeyed, with the expression of a girl who knew the evening was still only about half done.

THE END

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Three men are currently involved in little Hannah's life. If you would like to roleplay the character of a pedo who likes 9-year-olds, email me with any background info and suggestions you would like included in the story. Any kinds of feedback welcome.