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Sunday PM, November 07, 1999

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The dominant child! (M/f - spank/humiliation)

Written by NoHarmDone


Resum‚: She looked like an adorable ten-year old, but on this sunday
afternoon, she showed me a different side. She wanted me to be her slave,
an she tied my hands. I thought it was a just a game, but the situation went
out of control.


I have to tell you this, although I don't think, you'll understand anything.
How could you - I can't. I'm a grown-up man, but this story is about a child
- an angellike little girl. Christina. She is ten years old, she has long blond
hair. She is an adorable kid, everybody likes her, I'm sure. But when I
spended a weekend with her alone, she showed me - a different side.
    Christina is family, well, not real biological family, but she is the only
child of my sisters boyfriend - and she'd been around for more than a year.
I had spended a summer vacation together with my sister, her boyfriend and
this lovely little girl, and I was very fond of her. And she seem to like me too
- as far as I know - it was her idea, that I stayed in my sisters house and
looked after her, when my sister finally got married and took on a honeymo-
on.
    So I lived with Christina for a weekend, and the first day, that was just
a lot of fun. Christina was very charming and I had absolutely no problems
with her. When I asked her to help me with the dishwashing, and when I told
her it was bedtime, she obeyed me without discussion. An easy child.
    Sunday afternoon, problems arrived. The sun was shining, I was
planning a little trip to the wood. Nothing special, just an hour or two to
watch the autumn leaves and get some fresh air. The problem was: Christina
refused that idea. Her idea of spending a sunday afternoon was to watch
television nonstop. The sunshine and the autumn leaves didn't interest her
at all. I was a bit disappointed. She suggested me to go by myself, but I
didn't want to leave her home alone. Finally I made a decision.
    "We'll go in ten minutes, we are away for one hour, and then you can
watch as much tele as you like," I told her.
    "Is that your proposal?" She looked thoughtful at me.
    "No, it's not a proposal. It's an order."
    "I refuse. I stay here."
    "You go with me."
    "Try to make me."
    I wasn't prepared for this kind of trouble. But now Christina was
different from the easy kid, I knew. Perhaps she was just showing her real
character now. After all, this trip wasn't that important, but I felt challen-
ged, and decided to give it a last try.
    I simply turned of the television set.
    She stared at me, then she got on her feet.
    "What are you doing - are you mad?" she yelled.
    "Don't you yell at me."
    "I yell if I want to. This is my house, and I'm in charge here."
    She looked very firm at me.
    "You're in charge?" I laughed. "It might be your home, but I'm the only
grown-up around today."
    "So what? You just have to do, what I say." She didn't turn the TV on
again, instead she placed herself in front of me, and pointed threatening at
me.
    I was still amused. "Do I? That's interesting. Do you think I'm some kind
of servant?"
    "You're no servant," she said. "You're a slave. My slave."
    "I'm your slave. That's even better!"
    These words was so absurd, that it became clear to me, that we had
started some kind of game. She didn't look angry anymore, instead she was
smiling, and I decided to join her in this game. After all, it would be a lot
better to have fun with her in the house than to drag her with force on a
sunday-trip to the woods.
    "You have to do anything, I order you to," Christina said.
    "Gosh," I said. "I hope you will not be to strict with me."
    "I'm very strict. Go get me a Coke."
    "All right. I think I get one for my self as well."
    "No, you don't. Just get me one."
    I obeyed. After all I wasn't thirsty. I took a Coke and gave it to her.
    "Open it," she ordered.
    I opened it. She drank and belched me right in my face. It was rather
surprising to see that kind of behaviour from this angel, but it soon became
worse - much worse.
    "Sit!" She pointed at a chair.
    I sat.
    "I think I'll have to tie you, so you don't resist me."
    "I don't think, that would be necessary," I argued. "I will do as I'm
told."
    "I'll tie you anyway. Put your hands on your back."
    She really fancied this game. I still found it rather amusing, after all she
was just a ten year old girl, a nice and adorable kid, and if she liked to tie
my hands, she could do it.
    So I took my hands on my back, and she found a rope and started to tie
my hands together. She made a lot of knots, but the rope was not very tight,
so I thought, that I could get loose in a hurry, if I liked to.
    When I was tied, she placed herself in front of me. With her standing and
me sitting, we had the same height. And her face did actually look a bit
frightening. She was still smiling, but it was a rather cold smile. Her eyes
were cold to - and her voice.
    "I'll have to punish you," she said.
    "Do you? Why?"
    "I'm sick and tired of grown-ups who tell me what to do. I'm sick and
tired of just being a little child, you can order around. Now I'm in charge,
and I'm going to punish you for everything." She looked as if she really
meant it, it was not just a game.
    "I haven't given you that many orders, as far as I remember."
    "Too many, and you will be punished, because you're only a slave."
    "I see. You're not going to hit me, are you?" I pretended to be afraid,
but I wasn't, because after all, it was just Christina playing games, and she
was nothing to be afraid of. I thought.
    "That's exactly, what I am. I'm going to box your ears, to slap your
cheeks." She made a cruel smile. "And you can do nothing to stop me."
    I began to be a bit worried. Was this child carried away with this silly
game? I tried to move my hands - but she was right, I couldn't do anything
to stop her now.
    "You're out of your mind!" I said. "Christina, this is not funny, don't
you even think about hitting me."
    "This is not meant to be funny," she replied. "You deserve to be
punished, and I'm going to hit you."
    "Stop that nonsense, Christina. You don't hit anybody."
    "You try to give me orders. A slave can't do that, that's why I have to
punish you."
    "Christina! Stop this game and untie me right now!" I'd noticed that she
was gradually lifting her right hand, as if she really was going to slap me.
I had to stop her, before this game went out of control. But it was already.
    "Shut up!" she yelled. "Shut up and try to take your punishment as a
man instead of all this complaining!"
    "You're not going to hit me."
    "I am."
    "You must be out of your mind, Christina. How dare you do such thing?"
    "I dare many things." Then she laughed shortly, and I relaxed a bit,
convinced, that she wasn't going to hit me after all. At least not for real,
perhaps she would just pretend a slap on my cheek, but of course she
wouldn't hit me for real.
    She lifted her hand, looked me straight in the eyes, and I expected to
receive a light pat.
    Then she slapped me! And this was no light pat, this was for real, a hard
resounding slap.
    "What are you doing!" I yelled. "Will you stop that!"
    "I'm just starting," she replied and lifted the other hand.
    Then she slapped me about ten times, alternately on my cheeks. I hadn't
been hit like that since I was a small child, but somehow I wasn't exactly
frightened. After all, a ten year old child is not able to hit as hard as an
adult, although it did hurt. When she finally stopped, my cheeks was
burning.
    Christina was just smiling at me, apparently she had no idea of, what a
mad and unusual thing, she had just done.
    "That served you well," she said.
    "Christina, you are hurting me," I said and tried to be calm. "You can't
do that, that's not a way to play."
    "I have to punish you, after all you are my slave," she said.
    Then she climbed on my lap, and examined my face close. I could smell
her cola-breath. She touched my face with her hands, touched my nose, my
hair, my ears.
    "Your cheeks are red," she said. She lay her hands on them. "And very
hot."
    "There you see - you did really hit me very hard," I said, hoping that
she would feel a bit sorry for me.
    "Good," she said and patted my cheeks. "And I can do it again -
anytime."
    "No, because this game is over. You'll have to untie my hands now."
    "Oh no, don't you start to give me orders again," she complained. "Don't
you ever learn?"
    Then she slapped me again, very hard, to times, and now her hands hit
my ears, with resounding clashes.
    I was petrified. This situation was complete absurd. Here I was, being
beaten by a little girl, and I couldn't do anything about it. Well, of course,
even with my hands tied, I could rise and try to flee, or I could bend and
twist and try to make it difficult for her to hit me. But I didn't move, I just
sat and stared at this girl, still sitting on my lap and watching me closely.
And I just hoped, that she wouldn't notice the erection, I was starting to
have.
    "I'm not finished with you," she said. "I'll find some way to use you."
    I didn't dare to say anything, I was sure that she would hit me again
immediately, if she didn't liked my words. She finally rose and went a bit
away from me.
    "Now I know it," she said. "You lay down on the floor."
    My erection was fortunately finished, so I could rise without problems,
my hands still tied together on my back.
    "Perhaps we should stop this game now," I said hesitating.
    "Shut up and lay on the floor," she shouted.
    I carefully got on my knees, and lay on the carpet, a bit difficult with
tied hands.
    "Lay on your back," she ordered.
    I lay on my back, with my behind resting on my tied hands. Stared into
the ceiling. My situation seemed more dangerous - what plans did this girl
have for me now? She didn't seem to be sure, she just stood and watched me
carefully. Still smiling, but with cold eyes. And I began to be really afraid,
what if she started to kick me, or she could even fetch a knife an kill me.
This situation was way out of hand, and I was really on her mercy. And she
knew it, and seemed to love it.
    Then she stood right over me, with her feet placed on each side of my
head, so I was looking straight up between her legs.
    "Are you comfortable down there?" she asked.
    "No, not exactly."
    She decided to sit on me. She placed her little behind right on my belly,
and began to tickle my face with her feet. She wore white stockings, and she
pressed her toes up under my nose.
    "Do you like the smell?" She smiled.
    "No."
    "Perhaps my feet needs to be washed. You can lick them for me."
    She removed her stockings, so she was barefooted, still sitting on me.
I didn't say anything. It was of course a very bad idea, she got, but I
feared, she would think of something more dangerous for me.
    Then she pressed the sole of her bare foot over my face. Her feet
actually didn't smell that bad, but of course the situation was very
humiliating and absurd, I've never even dreamed of such a situation before.
    "Start licking," she ordered.
    I started to lick her feet. After some time, I found out, that it was not
so unpleasant, as I thought. I carefully licked her left foot, then the right.
    "OK, slave, that's enough."
    She sat silent on me for a while, just thinking about new ways to
humiliate me, I figured.
    "Do you want to kiss my pussy?" this sweet little child said then.
    "No."
    "What did you say?"
    "I said no. I don't want to kiss your pussy."
    "But you'll do it, if I order you to, wouldn't you?"
    She didn't smile, seemed to be a bit angry with me.
    "No, I wouldn't. Christina, this game has gone way to far, and I hope
you'll understand, that you have to stop it now. You've had your fun, but
now it's enough. You can't force me to do that kind of - sexual things."
    "I can force you to do anything, you're just a slave," she replied, moved
her behind a bit forward and raised her hand threatening.
    "Christina, stop this game, get off my belly and untie my hands."
    Her answer was another resounding slap on my cheek. I'd more or less
given up. I was quite helpless, lying on my back with hands tied, her sitting
on my chest, threatening to slap my face if I didn't obeyed.
    "Will you kiss my pussy?"
    "No."
    Another violent slap.
    "Will you kiss my pussy?"
    "No."
    Another slap. Even if it did hurt, it was not so frightening. After all,
this child couldn't hit that hard - and I simply couldn't agree to a sexual
thing like kissing her little pussy. So I received a lot of slaps, and finally
she stopped, all sweaty and redfaced herself.
    "You're a very naughty slave," she said. "I'll have to find another way
to punish you. I think I'll have to spank you instead."
    This idea was of course just another totally mad one. She rose and
ordered me to get on my feet. Even with my hands tied, I now had a chance
to do something. Perhaps I could escape from her, or start to kick the little
brat. But I didn't do anything, I was just standing, paralysed, staring at
Christina, this adorable ten year old, who seemed to have no limits at all.
    "Wait here, I'll find something I can use for your spanking."
    Then she left the room. I tried to untie my hands, but it was impossible.
I managed to untie one knot, but there were dozens left.
    She was back in less than a minute. She was carrying a long switch.
    "I found this. It's not a real cane, but it'll have to do the job."
    "Are you going to hit me with that?" I began to be worried again, this
switch did look rather impressive.
    "Yes I am. And first I'll have to remove your pants."
    Then she just grabbed my belt, loosened it, and began to drag my
trousers down.
    "Oh no, you don't," I protested.
    This was just another crazy humiliation, to have my trousers dragged
down by a little girl. But it was actually a humiliation, I enjoyed, so my
complaints was not so loud, and I didn't try to resist her.
    "You underpants must go too," she continued.
    When she dragged them down too, I felt a very special mixture of shame
and lust. I did not have an erection at this time, but I did feel excited by
this treatment.
    And Christina stared on my private parts and said: "Don't be shy, I have
seen a man's dick before. Now you'll have to bend over the armchair."
    Of course I could have resisted her, but I didn't, I just bended over the
chair, with my bare bottom exposed for punishment. And punished, I was.
Christina started to hit me with the switch, not slowly and carefully, but fast
and violent - each blow gave a stinging pain, and after few blows, the pain
was driving me to tears.
    She stopped. "Your bottom is all red."
    "Please, stop it! It hurts!" I yelled.
    "What a shame, I'm not finished with you yet."
    Then she hit me at least ten times more, it hurt so much, that I couldn't
remain silent, but started to complain and to beg for mercy.
    At last she stopped again.
    "It feels good to punish my slave," she said and started to caress my
burning buttocks. "Did it hurt very much?"
    "Very much!"
    "Are you ready to fulfil all my wishes now!"
    "Anything!"
    "OK. You'll kiss my pussy then."
    I didn't know what to say. I still disliked the idea, but there was no point
in resisting her anymore. Anything was better than to be switched again.
    "Come over here, then," she said.
    She instantly pulled down her trousers and panties, so her slave could
see her little pussy. She was just a little girl, she had no pubishair at all.
I really didn't know, how she'd got the idea, that it could be fun to be kissed
on the pussy, but actually, I didn't know anything about this girls fantasy.
    She lay on her back on the sofa, and I kneeled before her. I couldn't pull
my own trousers up, and Christina didn't do it for me.
    "Do you really want me to kiss your pussy?" I said.
    "You just go ahead, or I'll spank you some more," was the answer.
    I slowly bended, until my lips touch her pussy. I kissed it several times.
I still didn't know exactly, why she wanted this. She didn't seem to be
excited in any way, and I got the thought, that Christina simply had
demanded this, because she have seen it in a dirty movie or heard somebody
talk about it. She didn't seem to have any idea of real sex or orgasm.
    But I did! And when I was kissing Christinas little pussy, I felt very
horny myself. And when Christina ordered me to stop kissing her, my dick
was hard as bone.
    She sat up and noticed my condition.
    "What's happened to your dick?" she cried and started to laugh.
    "Perhaps you haven't seen a mans erection before?"
    "Don't be silly," she answered, but I wasn't sure, if that was a yes or a
no.
    Then, as the most natural thing in the world, she grabbed my dick firmly
with both hands. The sensation was beyond belief, I'd never had an orgasm

so quick before. I just cum all over her partly naked body.
    "What's happening?" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
    "Oh, you don't know anything, girl," I moaned. "But you're lovely
anyway."
    She got on her feet and tried to wipe off the semen.
    "What is this?" she complained. "Why are you doing this to me?"
    "I love you, Christina," was my answer. "Will you please untie my hands
now?"
    "Perhaps," she said and went out to the bathroom, her panties still
down. "I'll think about it. Perhaps I'll have to punish you some more."


END

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