Story: A BOY AND HIS GIRL 1 of 2   
      
   BY C C   
   cc_2222@mail.com   
      
   [ part 1 ]   
      
   A long time from now, on a planet far far from here...   
      
   On a small green planet circling a medium yellow sun is a terran   
   society. In most particulars it is typical of the colonies formed during   
   the great Diaspora: the usual mix of high and low society, the standard   
   economic base of farming, mining, and manufacturing. But, also like most   
   of the colonies, it has its own idiosyncrasy. This society was formed by   
   adherents of the ancient "BDSM" lifestyle. Although not as "hard" as it   
   could be (like the Gorean planets), nor as "soft", it maintains a robust   
   presence pretty much throughout all strata of society. Almost all sexual   
   relations are in the BDSM mode. Indeed most of the women (and the older   
   girls) are officially some man or other's slave, although the practice   
   has been hedged about with legal and cultural restrictions, designed to   
   protect the females from serious harm, mutilation, or undesired   
   pregnancy. Most slave relations end in marriage, although the BDSM   
   activity continues, and a wife is considered pretty much her husband's   
   slave anyway. A master is expected to cherish his slave, protect her,   
   and see to her needs, including sexual needs. It is considered the   
   pinnacle of technique to be able to make one's slave come by punishment   
   alone, without resorting to manual or oral stimulation of the clitoris   
   (although few achieve this with any regularity; most don't even try to   
   do any more than excite themselves and her with the punishment, then   
   finish the job in a more "vanilla" fashion). Marks that last more than a   
   day are frowned upon, and unplanned pregnancies result in the slave's   
   choice of marriage or freedom, with or without adoption of the child.   
   The father is responsible for the child's upkeep in any event, unless   
   adopted out.   
      
   Girls are usually sold into slavery at around 10-12 years old, most   
   often to a teenage boy known to the girl's family; marriage is typical   
   in such cases. The boy then takes over the girl's schooling, and often   
   takes her to school with him, both for her instruction in academics, and   
   for his amusement during the day. Boys and girls are often taught by   
   parents or governesses until teenage years (for the boys) or slavery   
   (for the girls). Boys subsequently go to the academies which are   
   essentially the same as Jr High and High Schools. Both boys and girls   
   are typically shielded from most BDSM behavior until the age when girls   
   are sold, so as to heighten the surprise and embarrassment of the girl's   
   first punishment. Corporal punishment of children is not common, and   
   usually limited to spankings.   
      
   It is interesting to note the source of the relative civility of the   
   treatment of women in this society at the time of our story, compared to   
   what it sometimes was at the first inception of the colony. Treatment of   
   women was more varied, then. Some masters were quite savage, although   
   killing or mutilating a slave was rare and illegal. But there had always   
   been a healthy presence of Christians on the planet. Although Christian   
   BDSM was rare, it was not unheard of, and some adherents had accompanied   
   the colonists on the original flight, and their descendants enjoy a   
   relatively prominent position, although rarely as rulers. They have   
   sometimes been tolerated rather than looked up to, but they have been   
   generally acknowledged as legitimate members of society. And it was the   
   influence of the Christians that had led to the more widespread   
   acceptance of standards of behavior that promoted the wellbeing of the   
   females, and had indeed led to a general ethos such that the legal rules   
   concerning treatment of slaves rarely had to be enforced; infractions   
   were infrequent and usually accidental, slaves typically were   
   emotionally attached to their masters and would easily excuse the   
   transgression, and marriage was common if unplanned pregnancy occurred.   
      
   After a fairly long stable period, some Christians had begun again to   
   push for reforms in the treatment of slaves. This was creating friction,   
   and resentment was beginning to be expressed, especially among the more   
   rich and powerful. It is in this setting that we consider the story of   
   one boy and one girl...   
      
      
      
   Prologue   
      
   The boy was building sandcastles on the beach. Being thirteen and hoping   
   to be an architect, he was good at it. His were careful structures with   
   intricate filigrees, and stout walls and moats that served to keep out   
   the oncoming waves, for a while. He was generally a quiet and   
   well-mannered child, owing to the training of his governess. She was a   
   Christian, and though he had not converted (yet), her influence was   
   clearly to be seen in him. But his governess was gone now, and after   
   vacation came his first year at school. But for now he was happy playing   
   in the surf and sand. His name was Carl.   
      
   Carl was an only child, living in the household of his father, a wealthy   
   and influential businessman. His mother had died when he was young. His   
   father rarely spoke to the boy, although he ate with him about once a   
   week, and was careful to make sure he was attended by qualified people.   
   He had not known that the boy's governess was a Christian, however, or   
   he probably would not have hired her. He was one who was irritated with   
   the pushes for reforms in the practice of slavery; he liked things as   
   they were.   
      
   Just down the beach from Carl's father's vacation home, a father and   
   daughter were vacationing in a small bungalow. The father was a   
   professor at a prominent college. He was also a Christian, and one who   
   was unusually vocal in pushing for further slavery reforms, although he   
   (like everyone in society) assumed that sexual relations would usually   
   be of a BDSM nature. He had actually called publicly for pushing the   
   youngest limit on slavery to a modest 13 years old, and the elimination   
   of owning more than one slave. This had earned him much enmity, of which   
   he was blissfully unaware, being quite naive. In actuality, one of his   
   harshest critics was now his next-door-neighbor on the beach!   
      
   His daughter was all he had, his wife having died shortly after she was   
   born. The girl was now 7, slender and shy, and very pretty. Her name was   
   Tammie. Under the not-so-watchful care of a lazy governess, she was left   
   to wander the beach in the vicinity of the bungalow, picking shells and   
   swimming in the surf. As she skipped down the beach one day, she saw   
   Carl. He was building a sandcastle of unusual intricacy, and she was   
   entranced. She watched for a while from afar, and then plucked up her   
   courage to squat next to him and look more closely. She was dressed in   
   the usual attire for a 7-yr-old on the beach at that time, which was   
   simply a t-shirt. As he glanced at her he couldn't help but notice her   
      
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