Story: A BOY AND HIS GIRL 2 of 2   
      
   BY C C   
   cc_2222@mail.com   
      
   [ part 2 ]   
      
   After he had punished her and raped her soundly, she fell asleep in his   
   arms, her head nestled on his chest, his rod still buried in her   
   smarting girlcleft. In the middle of the night he woke and gently   
   withdrew. He gazed down at her in wonder and bliss. The sight of her   
   slender preteen body and the knowledge that she was his to punish and   
   sweetly rape was overwhelming. He fetched his riding crop from where it   
   lay after their "wedding night" activities. He began to whip her bare   
   thighs (although truth be told, he "whipped" her with even less force   
   than he used to use when he punished her so long ago on the beach) and   
   when she woke up, startled and distraught, he immediately swept her up   
   in his arms, and held her like the little girl she was and kissed away   
   her night fright. After a few seconds she was relaxed in his arms, and   
   he gently laid her down on her stomach, and resumed her punishment. He   
   whipped her bottom with the riding crop, WAP! WAK! and she softly   
   moaned, "Oooh! Aaaah!" He shifted his aim and brought the strap-end of   
   the crop sharply between her legs, full upon her cleft and anus, WAAP!   
   SWAK! "AAAH! O-O-O-OOO!" she cried out. He whipped her and whipped her   
   on her unfledged cleft, until finally he could hold back no longer.   
   Tossing the crop aside, he seized her slim shoulders and pierced her   
   with his manhood, raping her from behind in her tender delicate anus.   
   She cried out wildly as he thrust and thrust into her, and then nearly   
   screamed as she came and came and came. After she was spent he punished   
   her with a few more thrusts, then emptied his seed into her abused anus.   
   Through the rest of the night he punished her twice more, each time   
   waking her with a whipping, holding her in his arms, then whipping her   
   thoroughly on her breasts, her thighs, and her girlcleft, before raping   
   her sweetly and soundly, his hard rod forcing her to come again and again.   
      
   The next day they slept until nearly noon, like typical newlyweds. They   
   spent the day in leisurely bliss. Fortunately it was not a school day   
   for him. They strolled around the garden, swung in the hammock, ate when   
   they were hungry. All the time they held hands. Often she sat in his   
   lap. They spent a lot of time just looking at each other, and smiling.   
   That night they prepared for bed. He approached her, and she thought he   
   was going to punish her. He noticed her stiffen as if to prepare   
   herself, and the way she was holding her body told him that she was sore   
   between her legs. Yet she seemed gamely determined to submit to   
   punishment anyway. He cupped her chin with his hand and turned her face   
   up to his. He kissed her gently on her lips. Then he asked, "Sweetheart,   
   are you sore down there?" She blushed and managed a shy nod. "Then I'll   
   just kiss it and make it better!" he declared, and before she knew what   
   was happening he had slipped down between her legs. True to his word, he   
   kissed her on her smooth cleft lips, and she gasped with surprise and   
   passion. The feel of his warm lips on her still-smarting girlcleft was   
   astonishing. She could barely breathe. As he tongued her   
   so-recently-whipped preteen clitoris she began to moan, and cry out. In   
   no time she was bucking and crying out wildly, as she came and came.   
   Yes, he certainly "kissed it and made it feel better"!   
      
   Thus they entered into many days of sweet converse, and nights (and   
   daytimes, too!) of sweet punishment and congress. Their love grew warmer   
   and warmer. He couldn't wait to get home each day from school, and she   
   spent the day doing her homework, then watching the door for his   
   arrival. As soon as he entered she would fly to his arms, sometimes   
   jumping up into them, like the little girl she still was. Sometimes they   
   would just talk about their day, or nothing in particular. Sometimes   
   they would take a walk, or watch a movie. And often he would simply   
   strip her unceremoniously, throw her over his lap, and begin her   
   punishment with a brisk, businesslike spanking. She became more and more   
   reluctant to see him go every day, and more and more ecstatic when he   
   came home. She awaited his arrival with sweet anxiety, half dreading the   
   inevitable embarrassment and pain of her punishment, but even more   
   intensely desiring the inescapable fire it ignited in the core of her being.   
      
   One day she was so overcome with the thought of her punishment to come   
   that she planned a surprise for him. When he came in the door, she was   
   standing in the very spot where she had been that first fateful day she   
   arrived. He came through the door and saw her standing there, so sweet,   
   with eyes downcast, hands crossed in front of her, ready to push the   
   straps off her shoulders. He dropped his books with a THUD, but this   
   time, instead of starting like a frightened deer at the sound, and   
   shrinking back in fear at his approach, she just smiled a shy smile, and   
   pushed the straps off her shoulders. He strode over to her. He   
   considered gathering her up in his arms and covering her with kisses,   
   but he sensed that she had something else in mind. He picked up a switch   
   from his desk and circled the heartbreakingly slender preteen girl   
   slowly, tapping the implement in his palm. She shivered, eyes closed,   
   hands at her sides, awaiting her punishment. Suddenly the switch flashed   
   out and stroked the backs of her thighs, SWAP! "AAH!" she cried. Then   
   her breasts felt the sting, WAK! "OOOO!" she exclaimed, as she trembled   
   and writhed. He whipped her and whipped her; thighs, bottom, little   
   breasts and nipples, even bending her over to devote strict attention to   
   her tender delicate anus. By then she was swaying on her feet, nearly   
   overcome with embarrassment at his attentions to the intimacies of her   
   young-girl body, and the intensity of her punishment. He brought the   
   switch up sharply between her legs, full upon her unfledged vulva,   
   WAAAK! "AAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, and came and came, sobbing and   
   gasping, collapsing in his arms. He scooped her up and lay her on the   
   bed, still bucking and moaning in the grip of her orgasm, and plunged   
   his rod into her reddened girlcleft. "OOOOOH!" she cried out again and   
   again as he repeatedly thrust into her punished little-girlhood,   
   prolonging her sweet agony until he finally took her over the top with   
   hard, quick thrusts that brought fresh tears to her eyes even as she   
   bucked wildly in her release. Then he, too, achieved climax, pinning her   
   to the bed with each thrust, dumping his hot seed at the mouth of her   
   cervix as she burned and moaned.   
      
   In the afterglow, she sat naked on his lap, cheek buried on his chest,   
   as he absentmindedly stroked her bottom and nuzzled her silky hair. A   
   thought came to him, as he realized how much he missed her each day, and   
      
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