Notes from the seventies. I do not approve of even fantasies involving children as sexual beings. This is not exactly that. Although from reality a long time ago, I would characterize this as fiction.

Well she was like a child, flat as a board and very little pubic hair. "Is this what daddy wants?", she grinned, spreading her legs and showing me her tight cunt. "Or maybe you'd rather," she flipped herself half over and used one hand to pull her bottom cheek open, her taut rose-colored anus displayed. Then she licked her lip and started talking like a little girl, "daddy i been a bad girl will you give me a special spankie?" That always got me a little crazed. It sounded just a shade too close to real and I found myself responding like the completely evil man I knew I could be.

She had that long blonde hair, halfway down her back. green eyes and a tiny little rosebud mouth with sharp fox-like teeth. I couldn't wait to put my hands around her throat and feel the breath stop. I knew she'd just grin, daring me to go too far. That's the part she liked. Going too far.

We were in the backroom on the second floor of the house on Scarritt. It had been the room Gary had stayed in when he lived there. There was just a double bed and an uncomfortable cane couch.

"Come on," I said, taking her by the wrist and pulling her up. "I want you tied for this." She skipped a skip as I dragged her into the other bedroom, where I normally slept with my live-in who was at work. "Goody," she kept the little girl voice going. "Is it gonna hurt daddy?" She was breathing a little faster." Oh yes," I flung her on the bed. "That's why you have to be tied. So you can't get away."

She lay back on the bed. It had four posts, each extending about a foot and half above the mattress. I got some rope out, not using the socks that were already tied to each. Those socks were for the pretend bondage my live-in would do. They wouldn't hold Janne. And she would start fighting when I put my arm into it. Which I intended to do.

I tied her hands above her and her feet at the other end. She looked delectable, spread and tied like that. She was beautiful at that time. She looked at me hard, with those eyes. Slightly feral. "gonna use your belt daddy?" still the tones of the eight year old. She was good at that.

"First I'm gonna shave your pussy. Don't want nothing in the way little girl." I had decided to play out her ped fantasy to the hilt. "Oh my," she tugged at her ropes. "you've really got me so I can't move." I just smiled a small smile. "Oh, you'll move. You'll see. No safe word today little missy. Just sweet sweet agony."

She was breathing hard. I went and got the shaving equipment. There wasn't much to shave, but I did a thorough and careful job. I loved pulling and tugging her labia. I pinched her clitoris hard in its tiny hood. I used my finger nails. She squeaked a little. Her vulva was thick with its own fluid, highly perfumed. She knew I was deliberately taking a long time.

When I was done, I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt and stood there, naked, looking down at her. Her eyes were a little glazed from the pot we had smoked. She was biting her lower lip, coyly, her gaze focused on my stiff prick. "Feels like a baseball bat," I told her, putting my hand around the shaft and rubbing it. "mmm," she mumbled. She was spread wide, her genitals bare, her breasts flat, with just the hard tips sticking up from her chest. I wanted to rip her then, just tear her pussy open. But I stopped myself. It would be better when she was screaming, her face covered with tears. It would be really good when she was begging me for mercy.

I looked at her and grinned. I pulled my belt from my jeans and doubled it up in my right fist. "Is that what you really want," I asked her. She made a growling noise and tried to smile. "Come on baby girl, ask for it." I trailed the belt across her flat chest, and down her belly to her smooth mound.

"please Daddy, spank my pussy . . .:" she took a long, deep breath. I could see her trembling. She was graceful in her panic. "I want tears, little girl. I want to hear you sing for me." I raised the belt up over my head, holding my penis with my other hand.

I started out rather mildly, snapping the leather on her inner thighs, watching the flesh turn red. I brought the belt across her labia. There was a distinct thin note of melody, the way the leather met the flesh. She was making those small noises, drawing her breath in, steeling herself for the next violence. So beautiful, beginning to turn her head side to side, pulling those blonde locks back and forth, perspiration at her temples. "please, please" she murmured. "What do you want?" I was a little aggravated. "Say something." The tears were starting to form. "Harder" she croaked. "Hit me a lot harder."

I pushed my hard cock on her face. I pushed the red bulb to her lips, parting them. "I'll decide when it really hurts." And I barely brushed her genitals with the leather. And then, again. A whisper. A feather. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. "Make it hurt Daddy," she whispered in that little girl voice. "I love you, Daddy."

I nodded. "Okay my Darling Daughter." And I raised that belt up and pulled it down as hard as I could right across her bare, pink crease. "Ahhhhh!!" She screamed, and pulled at her arms and legs, her thighs trying hard to close before I could bring the belt down again as hard as I could Again. "Oh Goddamn!" She was crying then, tears running down her face. I shortened the belt to a about ten inches and got close to her pussy. I pulled the lips apart and pulled up tight so her clitoris stuck out a little. Then she got four very sharp pulls on the leather tongue, right across her clit. It was paradise. She was bawling like a baby and pulling hard back and forth.

"Do you love me?" I got down between her legs. She sniffled, sobbing, "Yes Daddy. I love you so much." I licked her tortured lips and sucked softly on her clitoris. "Oh my Daddy. Oh my!!" She started bucking again, coming hard against my mouth. She jerked and jerked.

"Now for some of my fun," I stood back, cock hard and pointing at her. "Are you gonna fuck me Daddy?" She was a sight, face covered with tears. Red and bruised between her legs. "Not quite yet, my darling girl. I still have some leather kisses for you, for your asshole that is." I felt invincible then, like I was speeding hard. Janne had that alarmed look on her face, as it sunk in what I meant to do to her. "I don't think I can . . ." she started in her regular voice. "You want me to stop here?" I asked her, pulling at my prick. "I guess not," she sounded resigned. "I'm scared," she told me. "You should be; now be my little eleven year old painslut." "Yes master," she replied tears running down her cheeks. "Please master, hurt my asshole. Make it burn. Make me sorry I have an asshole." All this in her little girl voice. She was a perfect fuck that was for sure.

I untied first her left leg from the post at the bottom of the bed, then I pulled it all the way up, to where her left arm was tied and fastened it. Then I did the same with the other leg, so that she was trussed up, wide open, her split displayed and her asshole stretched taut, ready for some violent savage loving. I could hardly control my dick. He wanted to rip that little anus, tearing her flesh, right then. But I slowed myself down, feeling my balls all tight in their sack, calming myself down for the real event.

Going to the closet, I pulled out the willow switch I had hidden there. Approximately two feet long, and very whippy. I whipped it through the air several times, listening to the lovely song it made. Janne looked scared. "Please don't hurt me too bad" She whispered. "What did you say?" She grimaced and tried to smile, "Please Daddy hurt my bottom real bad!" She licked her lips. I could actually see her trembling, her legs shivering over her head. "So sweet. It's gonna hurt little darling! Daddy wants to hear you sing that song." "yes Daddy, I will scream and cry for you." "That's my baby."

And I stood back, holding my cock and whisked that switch through the air and down onto her exposed anus, the tip catching the tender flesh. "Ahhhhh!! OW OOWW!" Rapidly, with no pause, I whipped her asshole over and over with the willow switch, while she screamed and cried and begged me for "mercy Daddy! Mercy!! Owwwwww!" And I threw the switch to the floor and climbed over her bent doubled body and brought my penis to her asshole. I wet just the tip, and brought it to the muscular ring and then I shoved it into her in one move, feeling the flesh tear open, that glorious, painful poem of feeling. "Oh Daddy it's too big, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurst, it hurts . . ." She kept moaning and screaming and I fucked her tiny hole as hard and as deep as I could, suddenly coming like a bomb going off, spasm after spasm of my juice, deep up her ass.

I stopped, buried to the hilt in her and looked down at that tearstained face. She smiled a brave smile up at me. "Do you really love me?" she asked. "Comletely. And forever, Darling." "Will it always be like this?" "How much can you take?" I drew back and slammed her again. "As much as you want to give me, Daddy." She frowned in pain. "I can take it all, for you."

"Then why don't you leave that dumb fuck you're married to and come be with me." I withdrew from her asshole and started untying her. "You know he has money. And my folks approve of him. He's catholic, more than you." She sat up, rubbing her arms, and putting a hand between her legs. "Now what am I gonna tell him about this?" She played with her pussy. I found a cigarette and lit it. "Tell him its what you give a man you love. He'll eat that up."

"Anywat,"She rolled over and kissed me, deep, "you're living with Pat." "She doesn't need what you need. She doesn't want what I want. It won't last forever." I blew smoke. "I want a picture." I got up and found the polaroid camera. Janne was shockingly beautiful, though her body was skinny. She had very small breasts. She might as well have been a child. With her pubis shaved and her little girl voice she could easily pass for a young teenager, almost a real child. She lay back on the bed and spread herself open. "Raise your legs up so I can get your asshole." She responded and showed me the tortured rear opening, all red and swollen, like a small peach. My cock startted twitching. "Oh no, not again?" She got on her knees, her bottom pointed at me. She reached behind her and pulled her bottom cheeks apart. "Go ahead. Hurt me some more, Daddy. You know you want to." And she was right, I did.

I wasn't expecting her, except insofar that I was always expecting her. So the knocking at the front door caught me unexpectedly still in bed, stroking myself, deep in that vision of the perfect fuck I used to have in those days. Pat had long gone to the job and I should have been up, working at the typewriter, catching up with all the drab detail of existence.

When I got downstairs to the door I could see the figure through the curtained glass pane. It looked like a girl selling cookies, or some other school money collection scheme. She wasn't a girl scout. I opened the door. All I had on was that silk red dressing gown that Pat had bought me in Iowa the previous spring.

There she was, a splendid morsel if there ever was one. Janne, her long blonde tresses carefully braided on each side, her makeup understated, her lips looking just moist. She wore her Sacred Heart Academy uniform. I knew that was where she had gone to high school, but that was a few years in her past now. Still fit her, that's for sure. She was a skinny girl, with amazing white flesh. That irish genetic makeup. She did this little curtsy and started talking in her little girl voice, "Hello Mister. Do you have anything to donate for the pagan babies?" And then she stuck her finger in her mouth and gave it a little lick.

Well, my cock stood right up at this, and poked out the front of the robe. I pulled the robe open a little to make sure we both were aware of the Wand. "Why yes, young lady, I certainly have a donation for you." And I reached out and grabbed her hand and started pulling her into the house.

"Uh, gee Mister I'm not supposed to go with strange men," she pulled back on the arm, and I suddenly yanked her into the house. "Now don't go getting me arrested little darling. I know that's not what you want."

She smiled that feral smile, "You know what I want." "Yes I do. But, more importantly, I know what I want." She laughed at that. "Yes you do, cher timothe."

She came on in the living room and plopped down on the long green couch we got from the children's tv show hostess, Penny something. Her legs were splayed and she put one foot up on the wicker chest we used as a coffee table. She pulled the other leg open, her skirt riding up her leg, until I could see her white panties. "After last time," she spoke softly, "I thought we might go down that road again. You liked it?"

I nodded in agreement and came and sat down by her, my robe sliding open. My cock bounced off my belly and she brought her hands over to it. "I want to make him even bigger and angrier than he is now," she whispered, in a delighted fashion. "I'm going to give him something to come for," she kissed the red tip, sweetly and then she licked him all over. "Hmmm." I put my hand on the back of her head, twining the one braid with my fingers, and yanked her down onto my penis. Ahh. Now that was nice. I reached over and put my hand between her legs and she opened right up, like a good little girl, and I could tell she was bare beneath her panties. I fished them aside while she sucked hard on me. Yes, there was that sweet pink slit, tight but wet. She was such a great fuck.

I dipped my fingers into her, roughly. She knew she could expect little mercy, dressed as she was today.

"I see you've kept yourself bare" I pinched her lower lips cruelly, grinning. "How'd the husband like it?" She licked me like a lollipop and smiled back, "You were right, he thought it was just too cute. You may notice I am tres smooth: waxing, that is the ticket to take me back to girlhood." And she was right; you could hardly tell she'd ever passed puberty. Tasty looking split indeed. Nothing like a pretty girl, fresh and ready for a ripping.

I pulled her upright and started kissing her mouth, snarking my tongue in there and reminding her of my talent in that department. "Mmm, mmm, good," She giggled a little. "So," I said, "you want some more of that cruel bastard you had last time." "Please Daddy, I'm just a good little Catholic girl. I need you to hurt me bad and make me sorry I was born with a pussy." "And your asshole?" "Your's sir, right now if you require it."

"Kneel down over the wicker chest." She hopped off my lap and got down on the floor, kneeling in her schoolgirl uniform. She looked back at me, over her shoulder and lay her face sidewise on the wicker chest. She put her arms over her head and grasped the corners of the chest. "Very nice," I said, pulling her skirt up over her back and showing the white cotton panties she was wearing. "Definitely in the cliché here, aren't you?"

She switched to the little girl voice she did so well, "Please Daddy, don't hurt me so bad? I know I got it coming."

I knelt beside her, my robe open now and my dick hard and, as she said, angry. I pulled her panties down, exposing the small globes of her cheeks and letting my hand slide between them to her asshole. My index finger poked into her, and then my middle finger. I like to do two fingers as soon as possible so a girl won't adjust right away and start liking it too soon. I spit on my other hand and rubbed the red top of my cock. I needed a quick hard come and I meant to hear her holler a little, getting there. Tugging her right cheek I brought the boy to her tiny little asshole. It was hard to believe he could fit in there, but I knew it was just a matter of the right force.

I lunged forward, breaking the ring of muscle open and she started whimpering, "ow ow ow ooh that hurts!" She knew what I like to hear. "Gonna make my little girl cry." "Yes Daddy Yes! I'm crying Daddy" and sure enough there were several tears, rolling from her eyes down those sharp cheeks and she was biting her lower lip prettily. And then she started moaning, "Oh Daddy it hurts so!" And I drove him into her, over and over again, glorying in that song she was singing. "It hurts!" And I shot my semen into her, four, five, six good spurts. Ahh.

Now there was time for a long, painful afternoon. Pat wouldn't be home until five thirty.

I lay on top of her for a couple of seconds, listening to her breathing. Part of me loved her so fiercely it was art. Part of me kept a clear distance. I couldn't wait to get her naked and tied.

***

I sent my darling schoolgirl out to the kitchen to fetch us some firewater. In those days Janne and Tim were part of the scotch and water club. Went well with the cigarettes we were smoking. She returned, swishing her uniform skirt and playing coy young lady with me. She set a tall drink down on the coffee table before me.

I leaned back on the green couch, my robe open, my boy semi-erect (just being in the room with such a delectable piece of sweet meat). "First thing Darling, involves you being much nakeder than you are now."

She smiled at me, "yes Daddy. Every thing off?"

I considered. "The shoes and socks can stay for now. Everything else. And don't tease your Daddy or you'll be getting a whipping."

She reached behind her for the zipper for the pullover part and dragged it down, shrugging out of it. Standing there in her white shirt and white panties, her gold pigtails hanging down, she was a little girl just needing a little leather kissing between her legs. Hmm. My boy filled with blood, anticipating the tears rolling down her cheeks. She unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it over her skinny shoulders and left it lying on the floor with the jumper. No bra on the girl. She had no actual need of one, her breasts barely raising the surface of her chest. Her nipples though were long and very hard. Pointy. They seemed to say "switch me switch me."

She stood there, kneesocks, mary janes, and her little white panties. "Does Daddy wanna see my pussy?" She stuck her finger in her mouth and did that little side to side dance, letting her bottom stick out a bit. She reached around and pulled the white cotton underpants into the crack of her behind on one side. "Is this okay Daddy?" She had reverted to the little girl voice. "I'd say that cheek needs some serious color, Darling. Now you get those panties off this instant. And then you bring me that belt, hanging in the hall."

She curstied and grinned. "Yes Daddy." She pulled the panties down and flipped them off the one leg and turned toward me, displaying the bare slit. It was a little swollen, a little pink. Her labia were puffy anyway and I knew I would have to pull the lips apart to offer her clit up to the switch. Then she went into the hallway towards the kitchen, finding my leather belt. She pulled it off the hook and put it to her mouth, and she kissed it lightly. Then she returned to the living room and stood in front of me, holding the belt in one hand. "I want this, Daddy. I want a special spanking."

"Will you be a good girl and keep your legs spread?" She shook her head up and down, "Yes sir, Yessirree Daddy. Wide, Daddy. No matter how bad it hurts!" She demonstrated, her legs far apart, her treasure looking moist. I reached my hand out and just fingered her, lightly.

"That's my girl!" I held out my hand for the belt.

***

"Now lay down on your back on the coffee table," I stood up, shrugging off my robe. Sometimes it is just so much more enjoyable whipping her when I am naked and rampant. I like to feel my hard dick in one hand and my belt in the other, both ready to damage the girl.

Janne complied with my order, immediately, laying back on the small surface, just enough room for her torso. "Do you want my legs up, Daddy?" she pouted a little, and raised her knees to her flat chest, putting her hands behind her thighs. "Pull em apart, Darling. Show Daddy where you want to be hurt."

She smiled up at me, her legs pulled apart, her pussy and her asshole on display, red and pink and shiny. "Here, Daddy. Hurt me here"

I smiled at her. What a sweet, little girl she was being. "Ready or not, you get a hundred strokes this afternoon." And I pulled the belt into a small loop and raised it over my head. I pulled it down, hard, on her labia, aiming for the middle. "Oof," she said, "Oh Daddy!" "Not hard enough Darling?"

"Make it bad, Daddy, make me cry!" And I started pulling the belt down on her pussy, very hard and very fast, over and over again. She strained to keep her legs spread. I started hitting her asshole, too as I knew it would hurt even more. "Ow, owie, oww! Daddy that hurts!" She was using her baby voice and it was very effective. My boy started leaking in appreaciation. What a hot little pussy she was!

I couldn't stand it for too long, Jannie singing that song like an eight year old, "owie Daddy… oooh it hurts." She'd started crying and I fell to the floor in front of her and rammed my prick into her pussy. "Oh my!" And I drove it in her, so smooth and tight, for four or five minutes, finally coming, again, as she sang that sad song for me and I licked the tears off of her face.

I looked down at her head, just over the edge of the coffee table, "we are far from done, my Darling Girl." Her face was tear stained and she smiled grimly up at me, "I know Daddy, I know."

***

I dragged her up the stairs. She dragged her feet, "No Daddy! No!" I was on fire again, though I had already come twice. It was disturbing, the level of excitement I felt as I pulled her through the bedroom door and flung her small body on the bed. "Oh Darling Girl, Daddy has some very bad plans for you." She had curled up into a tight ball, foetal position and she sobbed. Clearly Tim was out of control and little Jannie wasn't sure she was ready for it.

I stood by the bed, looking down on her white, pale flesh, her skinny body trembling a little. "Open!" I felt my half-hard prick and pulled on it, glorying in the sense of its next orgasm and still sticky with the last one. I pulled her shoulder and she rolled over and spread her legs and put her arms above her head. "Here I am Daddy. It's all yours Daddy." She was a sight, face covered with tears. I knelt on the bed and dipped my head down to her bare, shiny, reddened genitals and licked them long and slow, tasting every taste. I could feel her pulling her legs up to her chest and raising her anus to my tongue and I licked the rosebud hard and pushed into her. "Oh Daddy, are you gonna hurt my bottom?" I just laughed and licked her up and down, sucking her clit into my mouth. A few minutes of this and I added fingers top and bottom, two and two and started to get very rough with her. "Oh oh oh oh, hurts a little, oh, hurts more." I jammed those two fingers up her bottom and sucked her clit and she started hollering. "Oh Daddy, thank you Daddy. I am all yours!!"

"I would think so." I wiped my mouth up and brought my boy to her slick asshole and reamed it open again. Second time today. Not the last. Oh that is so tight. "Oh Daddy, it hurts so bad!!" She knew what I liked to hear.

***

Xmas Present

Every year our friend Rosie threw a xmas party. It was an opportunity to see certain people once a year at Rosie's party. Since I wasn't living with Pat anymore, and since Janne was in town we agreed to go to the party together. It was no secret that we were with each other in some strange, indefinable way. People knew Janne was married to John and living in the south. People knew that I was with Janne before, during, and after Pat. They didn't truly know the extent of things, but it was the 1970s and the circles we ran in were open to pretty much anything.

Janne picked me up at my place and we drove over to South Grand. There was a parking lot at the back of Rosie's building and there were several garages for the tenants to use. I knew that one of the tenants was out of town and directed Janne to park her Kharman Ghia in that garage bay. Janne was wearing a green A-line dress, buttons down the front and a trench coat over that. She had on tall black boots and a forest green beret, and a light green scarf. It was cold outside and it had snowed several times during the course of the week.

We got out of the car, in the dark garage. I noticed that the window, at the back of the bay, was broken and there was snow, and there were icicles. That gave me a lovely idea.

"Janet," I motioned her to the back of the garage, to the window. "Keep your shorts on," she said, joining me and looking for a kiss. I did kiss her, deep tongue. Somehow frenching is really good when it's cold out. I brought my hand up between her legs, through the trenchcoat and up from the bottom of the dress, to find panties covering her shaved pussy. "Oh my, Darling. I think panties are verboten this evening." She wiggled against me, and opened her coat and reached up under the dress. When she got them off she said "damn it is cold Timothy!" She dangled them on her finger. "I'll take them," I said. "Don't want you backsliding in there." And I kissed her again, flicking my tongue in her mouth and sucking on her's a little, with my hand between her legs, separating her lips and finding her moist.

"I have a fun idea," I said. She looked at me, suspiciously. "Fun for who?" I looked at the icicles in the window. "Well, fun, of a kind." "What are you going to do?" she shivered, apprehensively. "Well, it'll be a little cold, but...you love me don't you?"

She licked my lips with her rather feral tongue. And she laughed that charming laugh. "You know I do." I fingered her slit, and then moved back to her clenched asshole. "Now now, open up for Daddy." And she relaxed her bottom; my finger pushed into her sphincter. I took my hand out and wet my forefinger and middle finger and reach back down to her anus and lubricated her and opened her up a little, kissing her all the while. Then I reached up to a thick icicle and broke off about 4-5 inches of it, from the pointy end to a thicked ridged two inch diameter stock. "Really, Daddy, please ..." "Please what?" I looked at her. She flushed a little and then did a kind of curtsy, "Please Daddy, fuck my asshole with the icicle."

"Now that's a good girl," I said. And I reached down, between her legs with the piece of ice and i manuevered it into her bottom hole. "Ohh," She shivered again, "that is cold you bastard." I laughed a little. And then I pushed it all the way into her.

"Now, you keep that up there. We don't want it falling out while we are circulating at Rosie's party." "But it's cold!" "That's the general idea. You'll see." And I buttoned up her coat and took her hand and pulled her over to the backstairs. Rosie lived on the top floor and we marched up three flights, Janne was laughing the whole time. "You are such a bastard!" she giggled. "You like it that way," I accused her. "Well, yes. I do."

"Now, don't leak," I admonished her at the backdoor. Inside the place was full of hippies, lefties, academics, state workers, low level bureaucrats, journalists, a little bit of everybody. I waved to Rosie from across the room and pulled Janne on in. We took our coats off and Rosie made her way over and showed us to her bedroom which was serving as coat central. Right across the hall from that room was another door. "That's my daughter's room," she told us. Between the two rooms was the door to the bathroom.

Janne held my hand and gave it a squeeze. I led her around her, talking to people for a few sentences, letting the men get a good look at Janet. She was one of those women who never fail to get a rise out of the male populace. And she was looking good, forest green dress, cut very short, lovely necklace. And all that gorgeous blonde hair. With the boots she looked well on the way to a fetish lover's dream.

" Take Five " was playing on the stereo and we went to find the punch. Rosie served this famous punch for the xmas party. Vodka, kirshwasser, champagne and cherries. It went down easy and had a serious effect. We were already stoned from smoking some pot in the Ghia, so the punch tasted great and really stoked the fires that had already been set.

I couldn't stand it for too long and after about ten minutes I guided Janne back to the bathroom. "Go in, and get rid of the icicle and what's melted," I told her. She nodded and disappeared. A couple of minutes later she popped back out. "What now?" She wondered. I guided her surreptitiously over to the Rosie's daughter's door and opened it. It was dark inside, except for the moonlight coming in the window that looked out on the common area leading to the parking lot.

I pulled her in and shut the door. There was a low dresser under the window and I walked her over to it. I lifted her up on the dresser, and pulled her skirt up behind her so I could feel and see her pussy. I put a finger in her ass. It was nice and cold. I opned my pants and pulled out my cock. He was hard as a rock and had been since the garage. Janne stroked him lovingly. "Looks like he's ready to do some damage" she murmured. "He wants that cold asshole darling." And I manuevered her so that her bottom rested on the edge of the dresser. "Spread yourself a bit" I brought my cock to her ass and wet him with saliva. I put the great red head to her asshole and pushed him hard into her, feeling her tear and feeling the cold, cold flesh. "Ahhh" I said. "now that's a great assfuck!" And I started ripping away, as tears sprang to her eyes and she embraced me and kissed me, deep. My hand went to her pussy and started pinching her clit, very mean. Very hard. "Oh yes. Oh my god."

I got her legs up over my shoulders so I could get in deep. I kept my fingers on her clit, swirling it around and around. And we kept shoving our tongues into each other's mouths. "When I get you home you are going to see my belt!" "Oh yes Daddy, yes, hurts good Daddy," She put her hand behind my head and held my mouth to her's moaning loudly as she came. That sent me off and I squirted hot streams of come up her bottom. "Oooh," she laughed, "I can really feel it. It's so hot like its fire you're shooting into me." "I am your dragon man, darling."

We carefully disengaged and I pulled her panties out of my pocket and used them to wipe up the come from her asshole so she wouldn't drip. And then we slid back out into Rosie's party. Smiling.

***

"If you aren't careful I will get that tube of ben gay out and use it on some very tender places," I warned her. She lolled about on the green couch, wearing only some silk stockings that were starting to fall down those long, creamy legs and some spikey light green-colored heels. Irish girl, very white indeed. Her hair fell across her tiny breasts prettily. She pouted for me. I loved that small but skilful mouth.

"Oh Timothy, you know you'll do it anyway. Like I have a choice," She snickered as she spoke. She let her legs just separate, raising the left one up and hooking it over the top of the couch. This exposed her vulva nicely. She was pink almost to that point of redness. The flesh was joined and not just ready to come apart yet. I knew it wouldn't take much. Her hands were languidly thrown behind her head. Her face, on the pillow, smiled at me, with that dare in her eyes. Her lips grinned widely and I could see her sharp teeth. My cock, already hard, seemed to grow harder. I didn't think I'd really use ben gay on her, but the fact that she acquiesced in this manner was very sweet indeed.

If I put ben gay on her pussy, I'd have to use a condom to fuck her, something I was loathe to do. I pointed this out to her, by way of rejoinder. She said, "So you'd fuck my asshole instead. It hurts more that way anyway." She fluttered her eyes at me and seemingly thrust her mound toward me. My boy jumped like a wolf.

"I don't know," I said. "Hurting you just to hurt you?" "Because you want to, that's different." She reached down to her cunt and stroked herself. "Look at the wet pussy," She urged me. "You know you want to hurt her!" And of course she was right. I did want to hurt her. This letting me hurt her with no payoff for her. It made me wonder.

"I thought it turned you on to be hurt." I came over to her, my cock in hand. "It does," she licked her lips. "But it turns me on even more to give you my body to hurt. This way you know it's because I love you, not because I'm a slut." "I never once thought of you as a slut. And you don't have to prove anything to me." "Have to, need to, want to, you dumb asshole. I want to show you your girl in pain, doing everything I can to give you pleasure."

Wow. I started to leak fluid and I knelt down by her and started rubbing my penis across her face, in her eyes, over her nose, pushing it into her lips, taking her hair and wrapping the boy with it. Oh good, good stuff. "Maybe I just want to fuck you."

She blew warm air on my balls and her hands took my cock into their little cave. She licked me and said "You have to let me give you this. But, we can fuck first, if you like." There was a stone in the pit of my stomach. I realized it was a version of fear. What was I afraid of? Probably myself, where I could go, once I started hurting her strictly for myself.

I climbed over her and forced her legs wide apart and ripped into her with no real foreplay. None was needed as she was already wet and steamy. I moved her legs over my shoulders and fucked her as deep as I could. I realized she was right; she was as turned on as she could be, just from the concept. I knew then that I was going to do it. Going to paint her pussy with ben gay and fuck her asshole while the pain came on, wave after wave. I knew how great it would be to come that way. I reached down to her clit and swirled it with my two fingers. "Do it hard," she said. She reach behind me and cupped my balls with one hand. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?" She grinned up at me. "You can see me in your mind, crying like a baby, can't you?" I kissed her and fought her mouth open. We dueled tongues, frantic with need. We broke the kiss and she said, "You're going to do it, aren't you? Please, please do it! I need you to do it." I kissed her eyelids, I nuzzled down her cheek to her ear. "Okay, Darling, but you have to be the little girl for me."

"Yes Daddy, I am your little girl, always! And I want you to hurt me so you know how much I love you. Please Daddy, let Jannie show you." She squeezed me and I came from the tension and from that little girl voice and my coming set her off and she started mewling that little animal noise she made sometimes. "Oh Daddy, I love you!"

***

We both showered together, I rubbed soap all over her smooth skin, pulling at her nipples and getting soap between her labia so that she started to get pissed at me. "Can't you wait for the big event?" She hugged me close in the steaming water and kissed me. "You know me, not a patient man." I slid my hands around to the perfect apples of her bottom, kneading each one in each hand, slipping fingers to my favorite opening. She relaxed her muscles and I penetrated her anus briefly. We kissed even more deeply, tenderly, with that sense of care that going a little further brings with it.

I circled her belly with one hand, drawing pictures on it and reflecting how emotionally involved I was with this woman. I put my other hand behind her neck and started kissing her eyes. Everything slow and deliberate.

After we towelled off and she dried her wet hair with the small blowdryer, I took it from her and, while she brushed out the great mane I blew hot air on her body, over the smooth white surface, knees, calves, thighs, bottom, up her split, across her belly, on her nipples. Not very hot, but hot enough for her to shiver, anticipating more serious pain. "Daddy, is it time?" She posed, against the counter, hands down on the edge of the tiles, presenting her body to me. "I want to cry for you, my Darling Cher Timothe." "And you will, I promise." I led her by the hand to the bedroom.

I had decided to tie her legs behind her head, by her ankles, so that her vulva and her asshole were nicely displayed. I left her hands untied, however, so that she could caress my balls while I ripped her bottom up. She was quite a sight, spread open that way, her blonde locks in waves upon the pillow ("like a sleepy golden storm"), one ankle on each side of her head. She put her hands down under her bottom cheeks and pulled her anus open. "Daddy, are you gonna hurt my poor pussy?" She pouted for me. My dick was huge, hard, almost vibrating with lust and sick desire. My balls were tight in their sack. I had that nearly nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew I was going to go too far. And Janne knew it too. "Make me cry, Daddy. Make me scream for you to stop."

I knelt at the end of the bed, and put my hands on each upraised thigh. I lowered my mouth down to her sweet, delectable pussy. Like fruit, like tender meat, the swollen labia under my fingers, the hard pea of her clitoris, hiding in its hood. My tongue licked up and down the split, curling and twirling, seeking the nerves, the tender succulent flesh. I strayed down to her anus, the coppery rose, and let my tongue grow round and hard and just teased the entrance, giving it a circular lick. And then back to her hard clit, sucking on it and smacking it with my tongue, my fingers pulling up on the hood. I spoke to her, "you tell me when you are close to coming. That's when we do it." She moaned, "Please Daddy, lick me." "Do you want to do this, or do you just want to come?" I blow air on her clit, and danced my fingers on her labia, just threatening to come in. She sighed a huge, little-girl sigh of a sigh. "Oh Gawd, Daddy!!!" Then she sucked the air in and said, "I wanna be your little girl. So, please" in that ten year old's voice, "hurt me Daddy. Hurt me real bad. I deserve it."

I returned to licking her, very carefully, measured. She was like honey that day. Like fruit, plucked and bleeding its sugared fluids. "Oh, no, no. I'll come if you don't stop."

"We wouldn't want that, now would we, little girl?" I looked up at her from between the globes of her bottom. I grinned and fingered my hard cock. She gave me a rueful grin. That mouth set in an insouciant minor smile. "No sir, that would be terrible Sir." "I detect a hint of rebellion." She shook her head, "no, no. I want you to do this. I want it now!" Just a little too fervent.

I retrieved the ben gay from the side table drawer. I didn't want to trail it around so I found a pair of latex gloves and put one on that hand, my right hand. I squeezed a big dollop of the stuff out and showed it to her. "This is what you want?" She shivered, and started trembling. I could see she was having second thoughts.

"Too late," I said, and I painted one side of her labia, swollen as it was, with a streak of the product. Then the other. And finally my other hand pulled back the clitoral hood and I took the rest of the dollop and twirled it around her button, pinching it cruelly. "Now we wait," I said, sitting back on my haunches and watching her face. I stripped off the latex glove and threw it in the trash.

"Oh, oh," She started, suddenly, "Oh, it's starting to burn Daddy. Daddy it burns bad." Tears welled up in her eyes, and started to leak down her face. The minutes passed and I watched her, my prick in my hand. Waiting for the perfect moment.

She moaned, low and then the music began to ascend the scale until she was keening, up high, "help me, please… it burns Daddy…make it stop!" Her face was beautiful, covered with tears, her mouth twisted up, sobbing for real now. I brought my mean hard cock to her asshole, sitting on my haunches, twisting my hips just enough. I wet my fingers and put it to her asshole and then brought the red tip of my dick to the opening. I twisted my hips in a hard, sudden motion, ripping through her sphincter and shoving the length of my boy right up her asshole. "Oh fuck," she mewled through her crying. I pulled him back out all the way and ripped her again. The glorious feeling! The flesh pulling apart, like paper tearing, like the ripe peach thrown down on the concrete walk. I could feel the orgasm building up in me. I rode her harder and harder, my hands on the back of her thighs, watching the tears stream down her face, listening to that lovely song, "hurts, Daddy, hurts bad…" "Love me, kitten?" "Oh yes Daddy, love you…but it hurts so bad…" "Tell Daddy, tell Daddy how much it hurts…" "it hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts…oh please Daddy make it stop…" I ripped her hard fourteen or fifteen times and the muscles spasmed and I came, the fluid hurling out of me deep into her bowels. I realized I was howling, buried rock deep up her asshole. What a great come! What a glorious moment. Janne lay there crying, tears staining her face, "oh Daddy, I do love you…Do you think you could make it stop now?"

I untied her and we hobbled into the bathroom where I ran her a nice cool bath. While she sat in the tub, trying to lose the burning between her legs, I ran my hands through her long blonde hair. "You know," I said, "if you really loved me as much as you say, you'd leave John and be with me."

Janne smiled wryly, "I do love you cher Timothe, but my family would freak. And John has the capitol you do not. Please, tell me that you understand?" A part of me, filled with the glory of that incredible come, wanted to force the issue. Another part of me, however, pretty much agreed with her. There were other girls I could have. But would any ever come close to the sweet eleven year old painslut I had in Jannie?

Janne picked me in her Ghia that October night. Not Hallow's Eve just yet. It was still very mild, indian summer, but it had rained earlier in the evening, giving the world that autumnal scent. I came out of the house on Scarritt and down to the curb. I had been waiting for her and didn't want her to come in as Pat was in something of a mood. Pat knew I was going out with Janne but she really wasn't aware of what this relationship had become. Her mood this evening had more to do with her almost ex-husband and the kid arrangements between them.

I opened the passenger side door and got in. Janne had the black vinyl cover up (it was a convertible). I was always so surprised at how cramped those little cars were. She looked ravishing. She was wearing a very wellmade trench coat, beige in the streetlight, and those new $500 dollar calfskin boots. Janne was working parttime at a woman's clothing store in the little town in another part of the state where she lived with her husband. She put most of her salary into clothes. And she had a good eye for what worked for her.

As always her hair was stunning and beautiful. She had a little beret perched on her head, forest green, and her eyes were carefully made up. "Hello Master," She grinned at me, kidding a little, then handed me a joint. I lit it up and sucked on it. "Where can we go?" I pondered. I had told Pat we were going to see a movie, but that is not what I had in mind. "Oh, does Timothy need his Darling Girl?" She fluttered a little for me. She did sardonic well. "Somebody had better be careful or they will be getting their little derrriere spanked." I was stern with her, like a good Daddy. I put the joint to her mouth and let her suck on it.

We were driving north, across town. "You have an idea," I accused her. "Could be," she nodded. "And," she unbuttoned her trenchcoat, and let it slip open just a little, "here's something for you." Underneath the coat she was naked, except for thigh-high hose. I slipped my hand between her legs, finding her pussy and raking my fingers up the slit. "Hmm" she responded prettily. Her legs separated alittle more, all the while she drove the little sports car down a not very busy street. I let my hand wander around, prodding her a bit, making sure she was completely smooth for me.

We turned onto a backroad out at the far northend of town. Not as far out as the biker bar and the gay bar, but nearly to the fair grounds. This road led between a cemetery on one side and a city park on the other. I knew it was a parking spot for teenage kids and I figured Janne had spent a few hours here in her high school days. "You know about this place, don't you?" She looked at me and grinned. "High school make out heaven," I said. "Yes, some found memories here," she joked a little. "I very nearly got raped here junior year!" "Oh horrors!" I mocked her. "It would have been. The guy was a complete toad that Gael set me up with." "What are we doing then, reliving the horror of toad hall?" I was already hard just from fingering her and I was high from the pot..

"Don't worry," she downshifted and swung suddenly into a private drive. "I think you can just see it from here." “See what?” I asked. “You'll see,” She laughed. We got out of the car. We were in somebody's back driveway. "Don't worry, they're out of town." I took her word for it; she knew lots of local information and anyway I was up for the adventure. "Wait a minute," I said, "where are you going?" She came into my arms and we had a lovely kiss, her coat invaded by both of my hands. I pulled it open, exposing her in the moonlight. I touched her small breasts, tweaking her nipples, one with each hand. "More tongue," I said, and kissed her again. She had this clever way of licking your tongue with her's, and then giving it a little suck/tug. Good kisser. I tickled and pinched her hard nipples. I pulled away and looked around. I was in no mood to wait. There was a brick garage and behind it a yard that bordered the cemetery. I didn't think we could be easily seen from the next house there and I intended to use the coat as a blanket. "That house next door is vacant," she told me .Clearly she already had this figured out. "And there isn't a house on the other side." Just the cemetery.

"Take the coat off and leave it in the car," I told her. She pulled the trench coat off and tossed it in the back of the Ghia. She posed in the moonlight. There was some ambient lighting from a streetlight several houses away. And the moon was nearly full. I could see her easily, white, so very white, with the dark hose and the boots and that beret on her head. "Better lose the hat, cutie, or we'll lose the hat." "Good thinking there, Daddy-O," She tossed it in with the trenchcoat. I took her hand. "You really are fucking beautiful." "I'm glad you got fucking in there somewhere." We kissed again, and I pushed my body against her, feeling her shiver a little. "Aw, baby girl are you cold?" She gave me that look, I-know-where-this-is-going. "I'm sure you'll warm me up. Daddy will make his baby all warm and snuggly."

"Or just hot and hurting." I pulled her arm and we both walked around the brick garage into the backyard. There was a wooden swingset there, just behind the garage, and thus hidden entirely from the street. And, providentially there was some cord in a bundle by the garage. "I think there was some planning in this," I said to her. "Who me?" She shrugged and then went over to the swingset and posed at one end, her hands above her head, her legs spread out to the two sides of the inverted V of the swingset. "Did you bring your belt?" She asked softly. "It's been so long, Daddy." She started the little girl voice. "I been so bad Daddy. I need the special spankie to make me be a good girl.

I went over, with the cord. I pulled a knife out of my pants and cut some pieces and tied her to that swingset in the moonlight. She was so white, so pale in the moon. Her blonde hair was lightened in the light, hanging down, nearly to her waist. I tied her hands above her, throwing the cord over the long beam at the top, flattening her small chest, and her ankles one to one side, one to the other. I left about a eighteen inches of play on each side. As it was she was stretched mighty wide.

"I have the belt for the licking you deserve, Darling. Kitten." I trailed my fingers over her flesh. I danced them on her belly, I ran them over her small behind. I kissed her shoulders. "I guess the question is, can you keep quiet." "I promise Daddy. I promise not to holler."

Sweet enough. I took my jeans off, pulling the belt from the loops. I stood there, in the evening moonlight, naked to the waist (just moccasins), looking at my darling girl, the belt doubled in my right hand. "Tonight we will whip every inch of your flesh young lady. And we will certainly pay special attention to your pussy." She shivered. "Thank you Daddy. You are so good to me. You know I love you for it."

“Thwack” The sound of the belt on her belly seemed loud in the night air. “ooof,” Janne groaned. I brought my arm back and slapped her breasts, on the hard nipples. “Owie, Daddy!” She twisted in the moonlight, shaking her hair a little. I went around behind her and whistled the belt onto her bottom. That made her shake a little. I circled back around, eying her bare puss. Time for my favorite slap. I brought the leather up hard, between her legs. “Oh Daddy!” And she thrust her mons out to me, “More, harder!” She had that sweet glazed look in her eyes, “Please” She pleaded with me. I whipped it up, again, onto her bare vulva as she pushed it towards me, timing the blow to meet her at maximum force. “ Oof, Oh god So good.” “I think you are giving credit to the wrong boy here,” I felt my cock with my other hand.

“You know,” I looked around. “This is a shade too easy.” By the other side of the garage were several rose bushes, growing together. It was end of season and there were no flowers, but there were several lengths of stem, covered with thorns. While Janne hung there, panting, and calling after me, “Please Daddy, more, more!” I walked over to the flower bushes and cut several lengths of stem, five ultimately, so that they made a nice bundle in my hand. About eighteen twenty inches long, but not all the same length. I shaved the thorns off one end so I could hold them in my hand. I swished them through the air and brought them down on my own thigh. “Oh shit,” I said, the thorns did their work very effectively.

I walked back over to Janne and showed her the rose stems. “This is for my good little girl. Are you my good little girl?” I grinned evilly, and went up to her and kissed her, lots of tongue, brushing the stems across her naked flesh, trailing the thorns along her breasts, her nipples, her belly, and bringin the bundle up between her legs, slowly. “Ow, owoowo owowo, shit, ow, fuck,” She started that lovely litany I so cherished. I swished the stems across her bare armpits, and down her neck, and along her hips, scratching her gently. “I'm gonna whip you with these.”

She looked a little scared, “Okay. Whatever you want.” “What was that?” She grimaced and then gave me that sardonic smile, little catlike grin, “Anyway, maybe it'll make the angel turn.” I kissed her again and put my other hand on her pussy, pinching roughly, feeling her thick wet labia. “What are you talking about girl?” We kissed again before she answered. “See over in the cemetery. See the angel over that grave?” I looked behind myself over to the one side. “Yes, there's a big stone angel, wings spread like your legs.”

“That's it. The story is if you kiss at the full of the moon and you're truly in love the angel turns around and blesses you.” I kissed her chin and neck and her ear, licking, biting a little. “Well, if anything proves it to be true love we are going to give the rose thorns that chance. And right between your legs, where your love for me lives and where my love for you will be as cruel as it takes.”

I stepped back, feeling the weight of the rose stems. I whisked them back and forth in a great figure eight. Her eyes never left them. I pulled them first behind me, then I swung them hard right onto her flat breasts. Her whole body quivered and she screamed, “Awwww!” That made me a little paranoid. We were practically in public. I came over and put my hand over her mouth. “I'm starting to think you might need a gag.” There were beautiful crystalline tears in the corners of her eyes. I took my hand away and applied my tongue, Running my fingers over her breasts while I kissed her, I felt little drops of blood. I put my fingers to my mouth and, watching her, licked her blood from my flesh. “Hmmm.” “So you came as a vampire?” She snickered. “I haven't come yet, young lady. I thought you are here as my lil girl?!” “Yes Daddy,” she reverted to her ‘voice.' “That really hurt, Daddy. I don't know if I can take it without screaming.”

“Okay, Darling Girl.” I picked my underwear up and said, “Open,” and pushed it into her mouth. “Now for Daddy's real fun.” I turned and walked away far enough to get a good arc. I brought those roses right up between her legs. Her eyes were big as saucers in the moonlight. Her scream was muffled by the cloth but her whole body twisted riding and down on the cords. I ripped the stems and thorns up into her pussy again this time pulling it back towards me at the top of the arc. This made her absolutely frantic. Her eyes were blinking and tears were streaming down her face and she was shoving her head forward, trying to tell me something. I went to her and pulled the underwear out of her mouth. “Look! Look!” she was yelling at me, and I turned around. The statue seemed to be almost in the same position, or had it moved for me? She kissed me and said while she was doing it, “I must be really stoned because I saw the damn thing move!” “Yeah, right,” I kissed her back, my fingers raking her pussy, my other hand straying down behind her, parting her bottom and poking none too gently at her asshole.

“Get around behind me, Daddy, and fuck my asshole. Maybe you can see it too!” Her face was teary and I licked some of the tears for the sweetness and the saltiness. I know when to humor a vision and I went around behind her, getting in between her and the cross piece of the swingset. I moistened my bad boy and pulled her left cheek away from her right. It took me a minute to get the angle and then I worked my way into her, after rubbing some more spit on my guy. I held her by the points of her hips and pulled her down hard onto me. My right hand went up across her chest, and found her breast, pinching the nipple hard and I breathed in her neck and her long blonde hair against my chest. I rode her hard. She was nearly breathless and I knew she was watching that statue. I started stroking her hard, relentlessly, and my right hand went down to her bare pussy and pinched her button, while my left arm surrounded her waist and held her tightly. We were both very stoned and that made me take a while to finally come.

She came first, of course, my finger swirling her clit and my cock ripping her asshole, hands over her head, her eyes glazed in a half conscious vision of stone divinity turning towards her. “I guess this means its true love, Daddy.” She was crying a little. To be honest, I hadn't seen any miracles, but I was completely diverted by my cock spewing and my throat growling, so its possible I may have missed it. I put my hand on her cheek and wiped the tears away. She moaned low in her throat. “What am I going to do?”

“What's a matter, kitten?” I pulled out of her and came around, starting to untie her arms. “Shit shit shit Timothy.” I got her arms loose, and did her left leg first. “You're not telling me something.” “uh, welll. Gee, Daddy, uh…” I finished untying her and took her in my arms, kissing her. “It'll be okay little Darlin'” Janne's eyes were big in the moonlight and she was crying for real. “Cher Timothe, John's been offered a job in Stockton with the company who just put him through school. That's Stockton, California.”

I looked over at the angel. If he had moved would I get to keep her? If he hadn't moved, would this woman leave me forever? The angel was a dour representation. He looked pissed to me. I started licking the blood off of Janne's body, working my way down to her smooth pussy. “well,” I said, “We have this moment right now.” And, on my knees in someone's back yard, I spread her pussy lips and rested my tongue lightly on her clit. And then I sucked slowly and gradually harder and harder, my fingers sliding into her damp cunt, her hands on my shoulders, her body softly shaking with her sobs. In what seemed like only a few seconds she started coming, crying out and falling on me, the two of us falling onto the grass. “Oh Daddy.” She said, and I pulled her to me in a tight embrace.