Story: Why Susie Hates Saturdays   
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         When I was sixteen, my parents used to take my aunt and uncle on   
   all-day shopping trips every saturday.  They were poor, since my uncle   
   was crippled and my aunt was too stupid to get a job.  Well excuse me   
   for just stating the bare facts!  They had a kid, Susanna Lynn, ten   
   years younger than me.  Every saturday when they went shopping, I was   
   required to stay home and babysit Susie.  You think I was bored?  No,   
   I wasn't bored at all, but I was totally frustrated.  One saturday it   
   stopped being so frustrating and became the highlight of the week.   
      
         Susie had been featured in my fantasies ever since she was three   
   years old and I had seen her playing naked behind her house once when   
   I visited.  I watched from the window as a couple of neighbor boys   
   climbed the fence, threatened her with a knife, and made her stand naked   
   in front of them while they felt her all over.  I wanted to join them,   
   and find out what it felt like to touch a naked girl, but I didn't dare.   
   I was sure if I did anything with her, she would tell my parents and I   
   would be in big trouble.  But she couldn't stop me from thinking about   
   her as she grew prettier and prettier.  I thought about other girls her   
   age too, but she was the girl I wanted most.   
      
         No, I didn't tell on the neighbor boys.  I didn't like them   
   threatening my little cousin with a knife, but they didn't really mean   
   to hurt her so I had more sympathy for them than for the stupid rules   
   they were breaking.   
      
         I have heard of families where the children are allowed to be   
   children as long as possible.   But living in a prudish family like I   
   did, I never got another chance to see her naked again, let alone touch   
   her.  Usually they didn't even let her wear a dress without some stupid   
   pair of tights, until she started ripping the knees out every day while   
   playing.  If they had raised us differently and let us play together   
   naked, the rest of this stuff would have never happened.  Oh, but that   
   was unthinkable, wasn't it?  They sure couldn't let us both have fun   
   together, could they?  So now poor little Susie is getting what they   
   deserve.   
      
         On this particular Saturday, I was in my bedroom, thinking about   
   her in a certain way, while she watched TV.  Every now and then I would   
   walk past the sofa where she was stretched out.  Sometimes when she   
   wasn't careful her panties would be showing, and I would stop and watch   
   awhile, pretending to be watching TV.  Then she would move again and I   
   would go back to my bedroom and think about her some more.   
      
         Shortly before noon, I was in the kitchen finishing my lunch when   
   I heard a loud crash, with a very loud boom, then the tinkle of broken   
   glass.  I ran into the TV room to see what happened, and caught her in   
   the act of trying to lift the TV back up onto the stand.  The broken   
   glass hadn't gone very far, but it would be hard to get it all out of   
   the carpet.   
      
         "Please don't tell on me!" she begged, "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I   
   really am."  I stood over her, looking at her angrily, and suddenly a   
   plan came into my mind.  A bold plan.  A plan to finally get what I   
   wanted from her.   
      
         "If I don't tell them you did it, they'll think I did it.  Why   
   should I take your punishment?  Do you know what that TV cost?  Do you   
   know what they'll do to you for breaking it?  I'll tell you, they'll   
   whip you three times a day for a month, and they'll take your allowance   
   for the next ten years to pay for it.  That's what they'll do to you.   
   I'm going to tell on you, for sure.  Unless..."  I trailed off and gave   
   her a cryptic smile.   
      
         "Oh please, don't tell on me, please!" she whined.  "I don't want   
   to be spanked."  Then she caught on.  "Unless what?" she asked   
   hopefully.   
      
         "Unless you do everything I tell you to do.  If I don't tell on   
   you, I'll have to pay for the TV myself, and that's going to cost me a   
   lot of money.  You have to make it worth it to me.  You're not worth   
   much compared to a TV, but if you agree to be my slave today and every   
   saturday, and do everything I command you to do, then I won't tell.   
   Otherwise, you get the worst whipping you've ever gotten in your life,   
   starting right now and getting worse when your parents get back.  What   
   do you say?"   
      
         She sat down, shaking silently, trying to make up her mind which   
   was worse, being a slave or being spanked worse than ever before.  I   
   knew she had been spanked pretty hard other times, and I thought her   
   decision would be fairly easy.  But it seemed she needed a bit more   
   persuasion.   
      
         "Alright, let's go get the paddle," I growled, grabbing her wrist   
   and jerking her off the couch.   
      
         "No!  No, ok don't spank me, I'll do what you say, please don't   
   spank me, please don't tell on me," she sobbed.   
      
         "Fine, you do what I tell you, right?"   
      
         "Yes," she replied meekly.   
      
         "'Yes, Master!' is how you answer me now, you understand that?"   
      
         "Yes," she mumbled, almost too quietly to hear.   
      
         "WHAT??" I yelled, and yanked on her arm.   
      
         "Yes, Master," came the trembling reply.   
      
         "That's better, Susie.  I'm your master, you're my slave now.  The   
   first thing your master is going to do is to spank you."   
      
         "No!  You said you wouldn't spank me!" she protested, and tried to   
   pull away from me.  I yanked her arm again.   
      
         "Wrong, I said I wouldn't spank you and then tell on you, I never   
   said I wouldn't spank you.  But don't worry, I won't spank you very   
   hard.  I wouldn't want to mark up that cute bottom of yours.  Get over   
   here."  I sat on the couch, and pulled her over to me.  "Bend over my   
   lap, like a good slave.  That's right, Susie.  Now pull your skirt up so   
   I can see your panties."   
      
         She hesitated a second, thought better of it, then she reached back   
   and pulled her skirt up in back.  She wore white panties with little   
   yellow and pink flowers decorating them.  They were well-worn panties,   
   and the hem was unravelling here and there.  More of her skin was   
   showing than she knew.   
      
         "What a pretty field of flowers!" I declared.  "It would be a shame   
   to hurt them, wouldn't it, Susie?  Pull your panties down and show me   
   your cute bottom."   
      
         This time she hesitated longer, and made no sign of obeying me.   
   This was against years of indoctrination for her.  Her parents had   
   spanked her before for doing just what I was telling her to do now.   
   She needed some more encouragement.  I twisted her head toward the TV   
   and held it.  "See that busted TV laying there?  Do you want to get   
   whipped for that, or do you want to pull your panties down now?  I'll   
   give you a hint, if you decide you want to get whipped for breaking the   
   TV, I'll pull your panties down and spank you with the paddle.  Then   
      
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