From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
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   BY C C   
   cc_2222@mail.com   
      
   Light comes up slowly in the middle of a room. A girl is standing in the   
   light; little else can be seen yet. The camera slowly zooms in, and she   
   can now be seen more clearly. She is a preteen, about 10 or 11,slender,   
   medium height for her age, with longish brown hair, and a quietly pretty   
   face. She appears nervous; clasping her hands together first in front,   
   then behind her, twisting her feet this way and that. She is dressed in   
   a schoolgirl's outfit; plaid wrap-around skirt fastened with a giant   
   safety pin, saddle shoes, calf-length socks. The skirt is quite short;   
   as the camera pans around her it can be seen that, with the slightest   
   motion, the bottom edge of her buttocks are revealed beneath it; she   
   wears no panties. Her blouse is white and very sheer, the type that is   
   usual worn with a camisole or at least a bra beneath it. She has   
   neither; as the camera pans in front and zooms in on her chest, her   
   nipples can be easily seen through the fabric.   
      
   Footsteps are heard. The camera pulls back and a man enters the light   
   and stands in front of the girl. He is medium height, brown hair medium   
   length, pleasant features; fairly average in appearance. He is dressed   
   in casual slacks and shirt. He appears to be in his 30's. Man: "Well,   
   young lady, I see you are dressed as I ordered."   
      
   Girl: "Yes, Sir."Man: "But, still, it's very naughty of you to be   
   dressed this way. Your skirt is so short I can see your bottom beneath   
   it. And you know I can see your nipples through your blouse, don'tyou?"   
   Girl (visibly embarrassed): "Oh, yes Sir, I know Sir, but Oh,please,   
   Sir!" Man: "Hush, now, young lady! You know that naughty girls have to   
   be punished, don't you?"Girl: "Oh, please, please, Sir! Must I be   
   punished?" Man: "Yes, you must. Now, tell me why I have the authority   
   topunish you." Girl: "Because you're my teacher." Man: "That's right,   
   I'm your teacher, so I have the authority to punish you by paddling you.   
   What else gives me the authority topunish you?"   
      
   Girl: "You're my Daddy." Man: "Yes, I'm you're daddy. I adopted you when   
   you were a little girl, and I've raised you ever since. So I have the   
   authority to punish you by spanking and whipping you. What else gives me   
   the authority to punish you?"Girl: "You're my husband." Man: "That's   
   right, I'm your husband. After I adopted you, I moved us to ***** where   
   it was legal for us to be married, and I married you a few years ago. So   
   I have the authority to punish you by spanking, and paddling, and   
   whipping, and...other ways. Anytime I want, anyway I want. Don't I,   
   young lady?" He cups her chin and tips her downturned face up and looks   
   her in he eyes. Girl: "Yes, Sir, I know Sir, but Oh, Sir!"   
      
   Man (picking up a peach switch from a nearby table and moving around to   
   her side and rear): "Tell me how I am going to punish you first, young   
   lady." Girl: "You're going to switch me."   
      
   Man: "And where am I going to switch you?" Girl: "On the backs and   
   fronts of my legs!"Man: "That's right, young lady!" He taps the switch   
   lightly against her calves a couple of times, then swings it moderately   
   down onto first one, then the other, just above her calf-length socks.   
   She yips and yipes with each stroke. He is using his right hand; his   
   left is resting on her shoulder, as if to steady her. After about 10 or   
   15, he moves up to the backs of her thighs. He uses a bit more force   
   with each stroke, and she moans and cries out with many of them. The   
   camera zooms in on her thighs to show the network of thin red lines that   
   are produced by her punishment. They fade slowly. Frequent closeups of   
   her face are shown as she reacts to each stroke. His left hand has now   
   slid down to her chest, and the camera often zooms in to show him   
   kneading her left breast and pinching her nipple through the thin fabric   
   of her blouse. She writhes a bit in reaction. After another 15 or so   
   strokes, he slides around behind her, letting his left hand drop to her   
   bottom, and squeeze her buttocks through her skirt as he passes to her   
   right side. He continues to hold her buttocks with his left hand, while   
   with his right he brings the switch down repeatedly onto the front of   
   her thighs, first one, then the other, as her cries fill the air. When   
   he is done, he steps back and puts the switch down on the table. The   
   camera pans around her, zooming in on her face to show her tear-filled   
   eyes, and her legs to show the red lines left by her punishment. The man   
   steps up to her and enfolds her in his arms. She clings to him,   
   trembling. He tips her face up, stoops down, and kisses her lips. She   
   responds sweetly, and he holds her tightly for a little while. Her head   
   comes up to his lower chest. After a bit he lets her go.   
      
   Man: "It's time to continue your punishment, young lady. What'snext?"   
      
   Girl: "Oh, Sir, you're going to spank my bare bottom, but oh,Sir,   
   please!" Man: "Bend over, young lady! You've been naughty, and you must   
   bepunished!"   
      
   She dithers for a moment before obeying, and he smacks her on the front   
   of her thigh with his bare hand. She jumps and yelps, then hurries to   
   obey him, bending under his left arm. He gives her a brisk, businesslike   
   spanking accompanied by her moans and cries. The camera zooms in to show   
   her buttocks bouncing and reddening with each smack, and the somehow   
   surprised expression on her face. Soon she is almost dancing from foot   
   to foot as he spanks her again and again. Suddenly he stops and allows   
   her to stand up, rubbing her abused bottom. He reaches out and begins to   
   unbutton her blouse. The camera zooms in to show her trembling, eyes   
   closed in embarrassment, as he exposes her. He strips her of her top,   
   tosses it aside, and the camera zooms in on her breasts. Her nipples,   
   only slightly developed, are erect; sitting atop her little breast buds   
   they barely protrude from the plane of her chest. The camera zooms in on   
   her face. She has caught her lower lip in her teeth; she is blushing,   
   and whimpering softly. He seizes both breasts at once, suddenly. She   
   gasps and yelps, then sucks her breath in through her teeth, "SSSSSS",   
   and exhales with a moan, as he pinches and twists her nipples. He kneads   
   and works her little breasts for a while, as the camera pans around,   
   zooming in and out, capturing her moans and cries, displaying her   
   writhing as he punishes her nipples and buds with his bare hands. He   
   lets go of her, steps back to the table, and picks up a ridingcrop.   
      
   Man: "Your breasts really were made for the riding crop; you know that,   
   don't you, young lady?" Girl: "Oh, I know, but please, please, Sir! Must   
   I be whipped on my breasts?!" The man does not reply; he simply brings   
   the crop down across her chest, letting the strap end snap onto first   
      
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