Mistakes and Redemptions
mc; g; mg; mast; oral
Bored, bored, bored Leanna sat at her desk, following link after link on her computer. The youngest child in a broken home, the almost eleven year old spent many of her days alone in the house of one of her parents, and many more locked in her room while her thirteen and fifteen year old brothers entertained their friends. At least she had a good gaming laptop and a port replicator attached to everything she needed for “1337_133” to pwn the boys, of which there were none of note on any of the servers or games available to her.
Honestly, her loneliness was pretty much her own fault, or at least her choice. Her brothers did play with her when they were alone, but when they got together with “the guys,” they began to treat her like a little girl and outsider to their group, so she tended to stay clear. Hanging out with other girls was simply not an option; as soon as she started talking computers or cars, they rolled their eyes and acted like she wasn’t even there.
One thing that did pass the time, though, was meditation, so she tossed in the CD she was given to help with her hyperactivity and began her relaxation routine.
Standing and stretching, she looked in her full length mirror at how her clothing hung off the narrow body underneath her brown hair and fine-featured, green-eyed face. She smiled and took her t-shirt off, putting her fists on the boy’s denim shorts she wore. She knew her mother would be disgusted that she was wearing them, but she was at her father’s house now, and he never paid attention to the clothes she was wearing or that he was washing, so she often wore the boys’ old clothes.
Pulling a deep breath, she slid her hands over her inflated chest that would be completely flat if not for the barely pink, puffy nipples that clung to it. She tried to care that she was still so completely undeveloped, but she really didn’t see any reason for large breasts, so she ended up smiling at the idea of smuggling a couple of boy’s swim trunks on the next beach trip and seeing if she could still get away with going topless.
“Seriously? You found the Net Nanny password? Sweet!”
“Yeah, it’s not like Dad is good at hiding things. He has it written down on the bottom of his desk calendar.”
The walls of the house weren’t exactly thin, but loud voices still got through them, and the visiting boy was quite excited at the news.
“Aww, sweet! We’re going to have primo jerk off material tonight!”
Leanna supposed she should probably tell her brothers that she could quite often hear them, but not tonight. She was starting into the lucid state the meditation CD was supposed to instill, and she was instantly curious, so typed “Jerk off material” into the search box on her laptop.
She was first confused at what she saw, wondering why there were pictures of naked women all over her screen, but she was a very smart girl, and when she got to pictures of women and men touching each others peepees, she quickly figured it out.
“Holy shit! I wish I could find a girl willing to do that for me.”
“Don’t we all?”
“Damn, that must be down her throat by now!”
“Yeah, it’s called ‘Deepthroating,’ and it takes a special girl to be able to do it.”
“You think your sister could do it?”
“Dude, seriously! She won’t even be eleven until next month!”
“So? You know I go for the tiny girls in the videos. The flatter the chest and skinnier the hips, the better! Besides, she’s a really cool kid to be around, you should treat her better.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you do end up pushing her away when we come over.”
“Yeah, eventually, but we play with her all the time, and we even let her help us with our go karts. She even races with us when Dad takes us out. We just want a chance to hang out with the guys, and she understands that. That’s why she takes the hint so quickly.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I started hanging out with her every now and then?”
“Just how much do you want to ‘hang out?’ You know what, don’t answer that, just make sure she doesn’t come home crying. And watch your mouth when you’re together, the last thing any of us need is for her to start cussing around Mom. Can we get back to the movie now? I think he’s about to cum.”
“Eh, so what. They barely ever cum in the girl’s mouth, and the girls never swallow.”
Leanna was pretty sure she knew what voice belonged to whom, and she shivered at the thought of the tall blonde boy she had a crush on actually wanting to spend time with her. Excited, she started searching the other words and phrases they were using.
“You’re serious? I can start making moves on your sister?”
“I...we...don’t care, just honestly, be careful!”
“I will! Besides, she may be tiny, but we all know how strong and confident she is, I’m sure she can be a...regular kid in the streets, and slut in the sheets!”
“Seriously? Come on, let’s grab the beer Dad left in the fridge for us and head out to the garage.”
After a while, she stretched high on her long feet, reaching her hands to the ceiling, and actually liked the way her body had almost no curve, and hoped it would stay that way, but for the first time in her life, she took interest in the puffy slit between her legs.
She took the time to reposition the computer and mirror and went back to a video she had seen of a woman rubbing herself, sitting in her chair like the woman, legs draped over the arms of the chair, making them spread so far apart that her bald slit was pulled slightly open as well.
Looking at her, then looking at herself, she was just contemplating how much better she liked the clean look of hers that she would have to steal one of her father’s razors if hair started growing on hers when she noticed just how red the flesh inside was.
She followed the lead of the woman on the screen and ran her fingers over the red flesh and the result was electric! She was glad the boys had left, as she was sure she moaned loudly, and as much as her brain felt compelled to keep up with the woman in the video, she was having a hard time keeping her voice down.
“You know what I like to do? I like to pretend my favorite man is between my thighs, licking me and sucking on my clitty, yeah!”
Mickey’s blue-eyed face appeared before her, then suddenly all she saw was the top of his blonde head between her legs. Her fingers kept working, mimicking what the woman in the video was doing, but in the relaxed state the meditation CD put her in, her mind was so suggestive that Mickey’s presence could almost be felt physically.
“Ok...ok, I’m so close, so close!...”
Leanna had her first orgasm ever in unison with the woman on the screen. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah, keep going, keep going!” Her body twitching and jerking uncontrollably as her fingers kept moving at the woman’s commands.
“Ok, ok! Mmm, that was good, let’s just close our eyes and relax now.”
“What are you doing? What on Earth do you think you’re doing, you dirty, dirty girl!”
The sexy, lusty voice of the woman was suddenly replaced by a very angry man. Leanna was just as suddenly awake and looking wildly around in a panic.
“Ms. Jones, stay right there, you girl, get your face in that corner, now!”
A glance at the computer confirmed that the video had autoplayed into another, as the scene had shifted from a comfortable study to a bad parody of a teenager’s bedroom with two very different girls being the target of the man’s anger.
Unfortunately for Leanna, the one girl being given a specific name made the one that wasn’t identified bond itself to her and she went scurrying to the corner of her room.
“Hands on your head! Don’t move from that position! This is your first offense, if you obey me, you won’t be punished. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir!” she sobbed out in unison with the girl in the video.
“Now you, Ms. Jones, I’m starting to think you like this, so this time I’m going to make sure you don’t!”
Leanna stood naked in the corner, trembling in fear as the girl behind her was spanked, paddled, strapped, and caned. The last thing she had no idea what was, but the way her all too seemingly real partner in crime was screaming when the terrifying swish ended with a sharp smack, she certainly didn’t want to find out.
“Filthy, dirty girl!” He kept screaming “Touching yourself like that? Never! Never should you touch yourself there you horrible, dirty girl! And why are you in the wrong bed? You know the rules, and you know you need to follow the rules, all of them, all the time!”
He kept screaming it over and over, slapping her and beating her, while she screamed and cried in the sure to be terrible pain, begging for mercy and promising to listen this time. Leanna stood as still as possible, hoping the angry man would stay true to his word and not subject her to any punishment if she obeyed him.
She didn’t know how long she had stood there before the man finally decided he was finished.
“I want both of you to wash that filth off of you and get to bed, separate beds, and I better never catch either of you touching yourselves like that again! Now move!”
Leanna felt more relief than she ever had in her life as she turned from the corner and dashed out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, barely taking the time to adjust the water temperature before stepping in and reaching for the soap.
As she hurriedly washed herself, her mind started to relax and she was able to realize that she had left her meditation CD running as she was watching the videos, and it was all a fantasy. Even so, she was almost too afraid to touch herself between her legs, and was only able to do so because she didn’t want to chance the man from the video finding out she still smelled too much of her self-induced sex.
She moaned lightly when she finally pushed a handful of suds into it, finding the whole area to be more sensitive than it ever had been. Her clitty, which she assumed was the hard nub at the apex of the thin folds inside of her slit, was still very hard and very sensitive, and she really wanted to make herself feel the way she did before, but she knew the man would be listening, and didn’t want to incur his wrath.
She finished quickly and dried herself just as quickly, as the clock in the bathroom was approaching eleven o’clock, her regular bedtime, and she was afraid of what would happen if she missed her bed check!
Even as she agonized over whether or not to wrap herself in a towel just in case her brothers and their friends were back, she reminded herself that it was just a video, but her mental and emotional states, along with her being physically worn out, had made the fantasy far too real to easily dismiss.
Therefore, since she was sure the rules prohibited taking towels from their assigned areas, just like the health center she went to with her mother, she steeled her courage and ran for her room in the buff.
Once there, she hurriedly pulled a nightgown over her head, on quick consideration put on a pair of just-in-case absorbent panties, and dove under her covers, not even paying attention to the other sounds in her room.
She woke in the morning still feeling very off. After going to the bathroom, she padded over to her computer. It booted up to a screen that said “Blocked by Net Nanny.”
“Whoops! I can’t believe I did that!”
She closed the browser and reached for the eject button on the CD player then did some stretching and deep breathing. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and couldn’t believe she actually put a nightgown on. Usually, if she wasn’t going to put on pajamas, she just slept in her panties.
She took the thin garment off and was treated to the sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her little mound was of great interest to her now, and her hand ran down her belly, sliding slowly under to cup the warm flesh between her legs. She squeezed gently and was about to rub when a sudden jolt of fear, and the vision of a girl being beaten until her bottom bled, lanced through her mind.
She concentrated on slowing her breathing “It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real...”
She took several deep breaths and tried to convince herself it was alright, but all she could think of was that no matter how good it felt, it wasn’t worth the chance of a beating like the other girl had gotten. Finally, she got dressed in some of the less girly clothes her mother had sent along and went out to wait for breakfast, then the ride to her mother’s house.
For the third evening in a row, Leanna sat naked in her room at her mother’s house, her legs spread wide and her hands trembling as she tried to even get close to the cleft between them. She could rub her belly, she could rub her thighs, she could even rub her nipples, and that felt really good, until suddenly out of nowhere, the school master in her head would make himself known and she would lose the desire to feel the way she had in her first fantasy in a wave of fear and imagined pain.
Unfortunately, her body wouldn’t lose the desire to have her try, and the warmth and tingling was really starting to annoy her.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures!” She didn’t know where she had heard the saying before, but it certainly applied tonight! “If I give myself the punishment I deserve for the first time I masturbated, I won’t be so afraid to be punished for the next!”
It was Wednesday, so her mother had run home just long enough to meet her at the bus, make sure she was fed, and was gone again, so Leanna knew she had the house alone until at least sometime after bed time. Armed with that knowledge, she ventured nakedly out into the house looking for that thing that was always hanging in the family room, but was rarely used.
“For the little deer with the bear behind” was painted on the back of it, and there were pictures of a deer looking over its shoulder at a walking bear.
She ran her hand over the smooth business side of it, remembering from the few times her mother opted to use it, it left a good sting. Walking over to lay across the arm of the couch, she awkwardly reached behind her and struck the fleshy part of her bottom as hard as possible.
It didn’t leave near enough sting, so she tried again and again, eventually working up to a decent burn. Repositioning herself on her knees, she tried to keep smacking her bottom with the paddle while sneaking her other hand between her legs.
“I’m beginning to think you like this, so this time I’m going to make sure you don’t!”
The words that ripped through her brain once again had her curled up and shivering on the floor, once again too tingly to bear, but too scared to do anything about it.
At a loss for anything else to try, she put the paddle back in its stand and went to her mother’s home office where she carefully looked for the Net Nanny password.
Apparently, her mother wasn’t any better at hiding things than her father, as the password was written on the underside of her desk calendar, and Leanna was savvy enough to get a good laugh when she realized it was her own first and middle initial between the digits of her own birthday!
She put the meditation CD in, made sure the password actually worked, “Oh my gosh, it actually worked!” and started her stretching as she considered how to do things.
She decided on starting with the video she had watched at her father’s house, envisioning Mickey the same way she had before, and egged on by the woman, quickly had the older boy diving between her legs to do his magic. Unfortunately, as soon as she tried to use her fingers to simulate his mouth, she was snapped out of her bliss by the memory of the school master.
By the end of the video, she was more frustrated than ever, and had no idea what to do next, so she allowed the auto play to skip though more videos.
“Huh, a couple of kinder, gentler spanking videos, no wonder I crave it as much as fear it. ‘Do you like that?’ ‘Ooh, yeah, I like that! Give me more!’ Seriously, who writes this dialog?”
And was surprised that it was over half an hour before she saw herself sitting facing her girlfriend, giggling as they touched themselves.
“Girlfriend? Where did that come from?”
She was just about to skip forward when the school master burst in again to break up their party. Leanna wasn’t as susceptible to suggestion as she was several nights ago, so she didn’t run for the corner, but sat transfixed to the screen as the woman was dragged naked over the man’s lap and the beating began once more.
Once again, she became the girl cowering in the corner in the back of the scene, and was now watching the whole thing as if she was watching camera footage. Her body tingled and burned again as her girlfriend’s bottom became redder and redder under the hard assault of the man’s hand, an effect she had to admit was actually kinda pretty on the otherwise pale skin.
She would later wish she hadn’t actually watched the video again, since as spanking turned to paddling, paddling turned to strapping, and finally that whippy cane was leaving white trails that faded back to bruised flesh and painful looking welts, some of them slightly bleeding, her resolve to never earn a punishment for feeling herself was at least doubled.
When the characters on screen scrambled for the showers, Leanna paused the stream and stood to stretch and think again. This time, she stood with her back to the mirror and tried to picture her bottom as she saw her video girlfriend’s in various stages of punishment.
She had to admit, it would look pretty cool to have a red bottom, and maybe some degree of bruised bottom, but when she finally put the deep black and blue and welted memories on, it was far more than she wanted to accept. Enough so that she still wouldn’t even consider the risk of touching herself.
She decided to try a different approach. The word “deepthroat” came to mind and she treated herself to several videos of women sucking on guy’s penises, cocks, love muscles, wieners...why were there possibly so many names for a guy’s peepee?
“So, you wanna deepthroat like a pro? You have that special guy that you want to be a slut for? Well, pay attention, gals!”
She did. Several times! The video went in depth about the anatomy of a human mouth and throat and about the human penis and how with a little training and effort, every part of the former can be used to bring great pleasure to the latter.
She even thought to save it to her computer so she could watch it when her mother was home and she wouldn’t be able to risk disabling the Net Nanny.
After it, she even watched and saved a few videos about anal sex and actual sex, and wondered if she could do either now or have to wait!
As for tonight, she was going to have to go to bed frustrated again, and probably for the next several nights. Just hopefully not the rest of her life!
It was the rest of two weeks before Leanna found herself at her father’s house again, and by now all she could think of was her buzzing crotch. No matter how many videos she watched, and no matter what they were about or how well or badly they were done, she simply could not get over the threshold without touching herself, and every time she touched herself, she was faced with the school master.
Hoping Mickey was serious about trying to “put the moves” on her, she had packed actual girly clothes, and she quickly shucked her normal unisex school clothes and pulled on a tight shirt that actually let her (okay, the past couple of weeks, painfully hard) nipples poke through and a mini skirt that, confirmed by a look in the mirror, not only accentuated the narrowness of her hips, but made her legs look long enough to wrap around a guy twice.
Marveling at the words in her head, she had to admit that she was probably watching too much porn. Smiling, she headed down the street and around the corner.
“Hey, Mickey! Wha cha doing?”
The tall, handsome boy turned around, several emotions flashing across his face “Oh! Hi, Leanna, I, uh, I’m getting a bit of work done on my car. Hopefully I’ll be driving it next year when I get my license.”
“That would be nice! You don’t see many 72 Firebirds around.” She brushed against him as she walked past, bending over to look inside “Aren’t those gauges out of a Trans Am model, though?”
She loved the way he smiled. “They actually came in a lot of base Firebirds. Pontiac didn’t do much to differentiate the Trans Am from the base Firebird through the 70s.”
Leanna kept the car talk going, trying to position herself so she wasn’t in the way, but Mickey could easily see her when he glanced up from what he was doing. She also moved and stood in ways that made very possible for him to catch glimpses of her panties, and by his occasional reactions, she was sure he did see the thin, red heart adorned fabric many times.
“Well, I think it’s time I washed up!”
Leanna followed him into the basement and stuck close to him as he washed his hands, wondering how it would feel to have him slowly slapping her bottom with the hands he was vigorously rubbing and twisting together. When he finished washing and drying his hands, he took his shirt off and looked at her.
“Do you mind?”
Leanna’s head was spinning and her tummy was doing flip flops.
“No, not at all!”
He laughed and grinned at her. “That’s not what I mean!”
She grinned back at him and opened her mouth to say something, but it caught in her throat, so she simply pulled her skirt down. Heartened by his staring at the thin fabric she’d been treating him to glances of for the past hour, she pulled her shirt off and, with great effort, held her arms behind her back while his gaze rose to take in the sight of her tiny, crinkled nipples on her flat chest.
Leanna’s insides were twisting hard now, and she was scared that she’d gone as far as she had, but she needed to be naked in front of the older boy, so she pushed the panties slowly down her legs, hooking her thumbs in her socks and nearly falling over trying to take her panties, socks and shoes off all at once before she lost her nerve.
Not only had she barely developed at all since she was eight, but she hadn’t grown much either, so she barely came up to Mickey’s chest when she approached him, her hands still held behind her. As much as she wanted him to see her, she just didn’t have the nerve to allow it to happen. “I’m so sorry!”
Leanna came out of her room after crying herself out to find her clothes neatly folded and stacked outside of the door with a note on them: “Still the best thirty seconds of my life, no need to be sorry!”
Leanna smiled and laughed despite herself, and was suddenly in a much better mood.
Determined she wasn’t going to fail him again, she ran to her father’s computer desk and lifted the calendar. It set her back a bit to see it was the same password as her mother’s, but she figured it was her that insisted the censoring software be installed, so he had just used the password she had suggested, or initially used to install it. Then she wondered if there was some way to approach either or both parent with the question of why they needed to write down a password that was her initials and birth date!
Realizing that she was still naked, and that her brothers could be home from their sports practices at any time, she ran for her bedroom and put her meditation CD.
She went through her stretching routine, but was still too hyper to relax properly, so she tried some jogging in place, jumping jacks, and even sit ups, but she just couldn’t seem to relax, so she decided to sit down and at least save some videos for future use.
For whatever reason, when she put the password in, the first thing she typed in was “Spanking.”
“Oh well, I feel I deserve one, so what the heck.”
Most of the videos that came up were slower and far less scary than the one that constantly halted her masturbation sessions, and a few “lover’s” spankings came up, and before long, her sexual urges took over her body and began to cloud her mind.
Feeling herself finally relax after “experiencing” several of the tolerable spankings, she turned her searching to nudist stuff and erotic dancing. She was pleased to find several right off that featured women dancing and stripping for their boyfriends, and even having sex afterward.
The ones that ended in blowjobs, she was careful to not watch them all the way through, as she knew too well that Mickey wanted to not only cum in her mouth, but wanted her to swallow, which she had learned the actresses almost never did.
“Hi, Mickey, how are you tonight?”
“Leanna? Oh my god, come in, quickly, before somebody sees you!”
She giggled as she walked into the house, her hands held behind her back. “I figured I was naked when you last saw me yesterday, it was only fair we picked up where we left off.”
“I’m not complaining, Leanna, I’m really not, except what if some saw or sees you?”
She shrugged, her whole body tingling and feeling far too hot “You know nobody’s around this neighborhood in the evening. Besides, I walked straight from Dad’s house to the woods, then straight up to yours, so there won’t be many who could see anyway.”
“Still, though, you shouldn’t really be running around naked in public!”
Leanna swayed up to her long time crush. “So? Are you going to spank my naughty little bottom, then?”
“Leanna, I...”
His words were cut off by her grabbing his hand and kissing and licking the palm “Please, Mickey? I’m a naughty little girl, and I need to have a red bottom to prove it!”
He was obviously in exactly the position he wanted to be in, but was still unsure of whether or not he should allow himself to take advantage of it.
“Leanna, I promised your brothers I wouldn’t send you home crying.”
She giggled “Of course not, silly! I’m just naughty, not bad! I don’t need spanked so I cry, just spanked so my bottom gets red!”
“Alright. Alright! Fine! Come here and get your spanking, you naughty little nudist.”
He walked over and sat on the front of his father’s easy chair and patted his lap. Leanna followed him over, her cheeks burning and tingling in tune with her crotch, and moved to lay across his lap before a hand stopped her.
“Wait a minute, stand back up and spread your legs.” It was one of the hardest things she’d ever done. “Holy...cow, I’ve never seen a pussy red like this! You must be a true nympho!”
She gasped and her knees buckled when he touched her pink, puffy slit. “So wet, too!”
She literally fell across his lap, and he repositioned her to be able to reach the source of her torment.
“Mickey...keep doing that! Please!”
His hand disappeared from her crotch and she yelped as it landed hard in the middle of her bottom “Ow, Mickey!”
“What?” He slowly landed more firm swats around her bottom as he spoke. “You said you were a naughty girl, and as you say, naughty girls need spankings. So spankings my naughty girl will get!”
Leanna never would have believed she could feel so much. All she could do was hug Mickey’s leg as his hand fell on her increasingly stinging bottom.
“Mickey...Mickey, please...OW!”
A harder slap interrupted her and if it weren’t for some stern voices in her head, she wouldn’t have been able to hold on to his leg.
“Be quiet and take it, you know it’s what you need!”
She whimpered and moaned, the tingling in her groin, which was already nearly unbearable, increasing to a nearly painful level. She had been looking forward to finally having her second orgasm until another ghostly voice appeared in her head, “Don’t you cum! Don’t you DARE cum!”
“Getting so red! And warm! Think you’ll be feeling this tomorrow? Do you want to feel it tomorrow? Hmm? Answer me.”
Obviously, he had seen at least one of the same spanking videos she had. “Yes, Sir! I need to be punished, Sir! Please spank my naughty little bottom!”
A throbbing ache was beginning to accompany the stinging and burning feelings, and as tears began to roll down her cheeks, she really didn’t remember the video they seemed to be playing out being so intense.
In the video, the man also was constantly chiding his “little girl” as he spanked, but Mickey stayed silent, the slapping sound of bare hand on naked bottom and her little yips and whines being the only sounds in the house.
She knew she lost track of time, and the sudden realization that he was holding her wrists in his other hand evidenced that she had even lost track of herself. Tears ran down her cheeks as she cried softly at the ever more intrusive pain. It occurred to her that the only way the spanking was going to end was if she struggled loose, but the video she had seen where the girl broke loose resulted in a far worse thrashing, she stayed stoically in place.
“I think that’s enough for now, stand up!”
She was barely able to obey him, both from the pain in her bottom and the desperation between her legs. Her whole body tingled and burned as she once again stood before him and he sat back with his legs spread.
“Well, as I said, I promised your brothers I wouldn’t send you home crying, so how do we waste some time while you settle down?”
Leanna recognized his position immediately, and followed her compulsion to kneel between his legs and open his pants. What they revealed was what she expected, but she didn’t expect the feelings within herself.
To be honest, she’d quit enjoying herself shortly after losing count of her spankings somewhere around 50 smacks, but she couldn’t stop herself from acting out the submissive of whatever video was brought to mind by something Mickey said or something about how he acted.
Truthfully, she didn’t really object to what she was about to do, but she really didn’t plan on doing it with a burning, and likely bruised, bottom. Nor had she initially planned on doing it while her clothes were several hundred feet away through a copse of trees, in a house that was probably going to be occupied by her two older brothers by the time she got back home.
She did, however, plan on doing it for the blonde haired, blue eyed almost adult that sat in front of her now, so she smiled as she leaned forward and took his wiener in her mouth. He had been seeping pre, so she immediately got a musky, salty taste in her mouth. Without the compulsion to mimic the videos she’d seen, she probably would have stopped there, and definitely would have stopped the first time she dipped too low and gagged.
At least the gagging brought the oral sex training videos to mind, and she was able to distract the small part of herself that was thoroughly disgusted by turning it into a learning exercise.
His hands gripped the back of her head “Oh god, Leanna, that’s good. That’s great! Don’t stop, baby!”
His voice energized her, and also made her once again aware of her own desperation.
“Suck it, baby, that’s right! Oh, baby!”
Her cheeks burned, her crotch burned, and her bottom throbbed as his warm shaft pistoned in and out of her mouth, her hypnotically learned techniques making it significantly easier to work it into the entrance of her throat without gagging, but its size making it impossible to swallow just yet.
His hands tightened on the back of her head and his words degenerated to moans and gasps. Signs, she knew, that she was about to cross a line she was no longer sure she wanted to, but even without her self training, there was no way she was going to overpower and break free from the larger, older boy. Warm, thick wetness flooded into her mouth and into the back of her throat, where she was swallowing it without even thinking about it. She also couldn’t help but continue to suck until his hands went from pull to push, then just like she had learned, she softly and slowly licked and kissed it, keeping it clean while he shrunk. Good thing that by then, she’d actually learned to like the salty, musky taste, because she was sure she’d be tasting it for a while.
Her task completed, she looked up at her lover. “Please, Mickey, I need to cum too!”
The young man pulled her up to sit in his lap and began running his hands up and down her body, his fingers leaving electric trails behind. He bent his head down to suckle at her nipples, and she thought her head was going to explode as his soft, wet lips closed around the first. She couldn’t think straight anymore when he finished with it and moved to the next one, his fingers continuing the work his mouth had started on the first.
So many times, she was so close, but he seemed to know when she was and backed off before she could.
“Get up, let’s go.”
She looked at him through eyes that wouldn’t focus “What?”
“Let’s get back over to your house, we still have time before your brothers get home, and if we’re still here when my dad gets home, he might want a shot at you.”
Leanna shivered and stumbled as Mickey pushed here toward the door, no closer to to finding relief from the constant itching in her crotch than she was an hour before.
“Wait, I’ve always wanted to do this.”
She was all too willing to wait as long as possible, as she suddenly had no desire to be outside naked again, and was really hoping he was going to go ahead and get her off, then cover her up.
Instead, he grabbed a collar and leash still hanging beside the basement door from a dog they no longer had and wrapped the former around her thin neck.
“On all fours.” When she failed to comply, he bent her over and began spanking her hard on her already bruised bottom, bringing her back to a full crying from his refusal to stop until she was past her ability to stand, and her artificially augmented ability to control her defense mechanisms to try to stop him.
“I said, on all fours, now!”
She complied quickly this time, and as much as she didn’t want to, just as quickly crawled out of the open door at his next command.
She walked on her hands and knees through his backyard, crying from both pain and humiliation. Worse, he wouldn’t let her walk straight to the woods, but pulled her around his yard by the leash, not letting her move toward the woods line until her sobs had quieted to gasps and sniffles. “After all, I promised your brothers I wouldn’t bring you home crying!”
The trees actually gave her a bit of relief, at least from the humiliation and exposure, but unfortunately, it also allowed her to remember just how unbearably horny she still was, and the light breeze that sprang up when they walked back out into the open in her back yard cooled the moisture that had been leaking out of her the whole time and running down her thighs.
“Find a place to pee. Do it right, we don’t want to have to waste the last of our time together giving you another spanking!”
She bent her head down and began sniffing around the yard, even crisscrossing areas she’d already sniffed, until suddenly stopping and squatting. She wasn’t sure whether the whole experience was more humiliating or more exhilarating, but either way, she didn’t realize just how much she had to pee!
“Finished? Alright, let’s go to the house.”
It was an odd mixture of relief and disappointment when they approached the back door and he opened it, guiding her inside, and removed her collar.
She sat like a puppy while he took his shoes off and started up the steps, the few BDSM lifestyle videos she watched in her relaxed state preventing her from even considering moving without his command.
He whistled at her. “Leanna! Come, girl! Come on!”
As he called her like a puppy, she remained on all fours, with a little experimentation switching from knees to feet to walk up the stairs.
“Good girl, good girl! Sit up. Sit! Roll over, girl, that’s it! Now beg! Beg! That’s right, go to your room.”
She started to crawl toward the hallway.
“No no, hands and feet, like you came up the stairs. Yeah, much better.”
She realized walking that way thrust her bottom further in the air and left her crotch more exposed, and Mickey made his delight of it no secret.
“Huh. So this is your room. Almost looks more like a boy’s room than a girl’s room. Actually, it does look more like a boy’s room than a girl’s room. No matter, get up on the bed.”
As he still hadn’t released her from the puppy play, it was an awkward trip.
He began stripping his own clothes. “Masturbate for me, Leanna.”
Her mind was suddenly in a turmoil, caught between his order and her intensely learned lesson that she shouldn’t. “I can’t. Master, please, I truly can’t!”
He grinned and got on the bed with her, wasting no time pushing her onto her back and covering her body with his own. Her body once again began burning hotter and tingling harder, even before he started pushing something very hard against her mound.
“Spread your legs, Leanna.”
She did as she was told, and found out her legs were actually long enough for her to be able to touch her toes together above his back. He quickly reached a hand down to tease her with his once again fully erect wiener.
She moaned and plead with him to let her cum, and he grinned and continued pushing the tip against her seeping cunny, then rubbing the top and bottom against it. Her libido raged and increased, and she was moaning and screaming while he teased her, until just as she peaked, he thrust forward.
Leanna froze, caught between the painfully extreme pleasure of finally being allowed to orgasm, and the extreme pain of feeling like she’d just been ripped in half. Mickey pulled out, making her feel like her insides were being drawn out of her body, then thrust in again, and she felt like his whole body had been crammed inside hers.
He continued to hump her, keeping his rhythm slow, but pushing hard and getting as deep as possible with every thrust. Leanna was finally able to scream as her tiny body was violated more and more, feeling like she’d been torn wide open.
She began to cry, wanting it to end, even though it was everything she’d wanted the last two weeks. Her distress seemed to make Mickey change, and suddenly his boyishly glee of being inside her turned to a sadistic purpose. He sped up his thrusts, the harder pressure finding air inside her, causing a stinging sensation as it was forced though the tight fit past his intruding shaft.
He found bottom fairly quickly and now it was feeling like he was punching her in the gut with every forward thrust. His screams of pleasure mixed with her howls of pain, and she was sure it was never going to end until she felt something hotter and deeper as he held in tight, collapsing on top of her.
He laid there until he began to deflate, Leanna suddenly as disappointed that it was over as she was when she had wished it hadn’t began.
He rolled onto side, holding her tight and petting her head as she cried.
“Why can’t you masturbate?”
She had just finished crying, and was tired enough that she wasn’t sure she’d heard the question right.
“Get up. Kneel on the floor, hands behind your head.” She was barely able to move her legs but painfully, and with a few more tears, complied. “Why can’t you masturbate? Tell me.”
She struggled though telling him the whole story. Not just discovering masturbation and sex, but her frustrations of the entire last few weeks.
His expression switched between mischief and pity many times as she told her story, but he allowed her to talk herself out, and even cry on his shoulder when she was done.
“I think you need to sleep, my dear. You need to think about what all has happened, and you won’t be able to do that properly in your current state. I’ll tuck you in and stay with you until you fall asleep.”
Leanna stood and grabbed him up in a deep kiss. “Thank you so much, but I think I need to take a shower first. I promise I’ll get to bed soon so I can get up early enough to do some thinking.”
He escorted her to the bathroom, and after her shower, she kinda wished she had him to lean on to get back to her room. The lingering ache of the evening’s fun was tolerable, but she was still so tired she could barely stand.
“Yes, Mickey, I’ll do some thinking in the morning,” she said to empty room as she put her relaxation CD in. “But I just need to make sure I make the right decisions.”
She made sure the videos she chose were eight hours of women loudly proclaiming their enjoyment of every kind of sex imaginable (to an eleven year old, at least) then laid down.
“Tomorrow, Mickey, we’re going to make sure my front door is well opened, then work on opening my back door.”
She quickly fell asleep with a newly wet crotch and a smile on her face.
