Unfinished story (Written for Mr Lewis)

Mr Lewis was walking to the post office in town when he heard a raucous female laugh from across the road. He looked over at the bus shelter where the noise had come from recognized his teenaged neighbor sitting on the knee of a college-aged young man. Mr Lewis walked quickly over as Lolli once again let her head back and roared with laughter, this time nearly falling off the boy's lap and onto the woman next to him. 

"Lolli!" exclaimed Mr Lewis. "What are you doing out of school?" As he asked this he grabbed the girl by the arm and yanked her so she had no choice but to get off the young man's lap.

"Mr Lewis, dooon't," whined Lolli, trying to pull down her school kilt and get loose of Mr Lewis's tight grip.

"What did I tell you last night about skipping class, young lady? What did I say?" he boomed, his grip only getting tighter as she squirmed.

"Lols, is this guy your Dad or something?" interrupted the young man with a sly grin spreading a cross his handsome face.

"What? No! Else I would have called him Dad, wouldn't I?"

"Alright well, he seems to have you under control so I might just see you later, babe," he said as he planted a kiss on her velvety cheek, and tipped his imaginary hat to Mr Lewis who just glared after him still holding tight to Lolli's slim forearm.

"You are coming with me, right now," said Mr Lewis to Lolli, his face looking more stern than ever.

"No, I'm not!" said Lolli cheekily.

"You are" Mr Lewis repeated as he began to drag her across the road to his car, the letter he'd meant to post still in his other hand.

"Okay, okay, you can drive me home if you want!" said Lolli gaily, hopping along beside him and trying to keep up with his long-legged stride.

When they got to the car he finally freed her arm and he waited as she got in, then closed the door for her. Mr Lewis got in too and set off -- silent, but clearly still seething. Lolli sat in the front seat contemplating what she would say to her father about why she was home early from school, in case she ran into him at home. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice that they were not driving in the direction on her home, but rather the direction of the Girls' Reform school where Mr Lewis was the principal. When Mr Lewis began to park the car, Lolli came to and looked out the window in awe. It was a beautiful old building that had once been the state supreme court. It had sandstone columns in the entry way and ornate windows and doors.

Lolli had been here only the night before when she had also run into Mr Lewis by chance. She had been out with friends in a nearby park and as she walked past he was coming out. He had been unsettled to see her, a fifteen year old child wandering the streets past midnight. He had questioned her on her bedtime and let her know that the girls in his institution were safely tucked in bed by 10pm, even the older girls. Lolli had been surprised and had asked him many more questions about the school and his role there. It seemed his was mainly an administrative position, a head of the school who saw to funding and management, but who left the care of the girls to the rest of the staff. That is, except for the strict discipline sessions that were due for particularly severe or repeated offenses. Those were dealt with by Mr Lewis downstairs in the private discipline basement. It wasn't a regular school, after all. This school was for young ladies (if they could be called ladies) who had been in trouble with the law early on in their lives but who, by the grace of a kind judge, had been sentenced to do their time, not in one of the state's prison facilities, but instead here at the Girls Reform Academy.  

Lolli got out of the car thinking this was a detour before they set off home. But instead she felt Mr Lewis's grip on her already sore arm, as he led her up the steps of the pretty building.

"Where are we going, Mr Lewis?" asked Lolli.

"Inside." He replied. After a moment, he stopped and turned to Lolli. "Lolita, I'm going to call your father and ask that you might stay a night in my school so you will learn what awaits you if you don't learn to behave yourself and stop your truancy and bad behaviour. Do you hear me, young lady?"

Lolli heard but she was aghast. She had heard only dreadful stories about the lives of the girls in the school. Surely she wouldn't be made to stay here. Surely not! As she contemplated he fate, Mr Lewis lead her the rest of the way into the school and on seeing Mr Palmer, the head "nurse" as the staff were called, and handed Lolli off to her.

"Have her prepared and brought to me," Mr Lewis said firmly. The woman just nodded, took Lolli, again by that sore part of her arm, and led her down a hallway to the bathroom.

Unfinished story (Written for Alaric)

    "NNNNNnooooo, Daddy", I groan, as I snatch my novel out of your hands and rest it back, open, on the table in from of me. "I have to read this for CLASSSSS!."

    "And you will read it when you're finished eating. NOT at this dinnertable", you repeat for the millionth time, this time grabbing the book and slamming it hard on the table., the sounds  making  my shoulders jump, and I let out an involuntary little gasp. 

    "What kinds of things have they been teaching you over here. WHERE have your manners gone?" You stare hard at me so long that I begin to wonder if you actually expect an answer."Now eat your dinner before it gets cold," you finally say. "I have a good mind to ring up that school and ask them just what kind of etiquette training they offer there," you grumble under your breath.

    I sigh loudly and roll my eyes in the most condescending fashion I can muster."DAD, we don't get TRAINING in that. It's just a boarding school, not a finishing school. Guh-OD." Having completed my savagely rude comment, I go back to enthusiastically eating my spaghetti and fake meatballs. (The fake meatballs that you had had to run out and buy at the last minute to replace the real meatballs when you learnt that I no longer 'consume the flesh of poor slain creatures'.)

You watch me eat and wonder where your sweet, well-behaved, obedient, 12-year-old from last year went, and who this god awful 13-year-old brat is. You had planned to come to Canada to lavish presents and fun times on your sweet little Lolita (to make up for the fact that she had been shipped off to a Canadian boarding school) but instead you might have to spend the whole two weeks with the girl over you knee spanking the rudeness out of her. In fact, right after dinner, you might start doing just that.

Just as you finish that thought, your attention is torn away as you witness me do a huge burp, grinning at you proudly as though I expected praise.

"RIGHT. THAT 'S ENOUGH," you growl, grabbing my skinny right arm and yanking me to my feet.

The Nurse (A story written for Tor)

Dear Papa,

After I got in trouble from the teacher she sent to the nurses office to make sure I wasn't catching a cold or anything. I told her I wasn't but she said it was school policy and to not talk back to her or I would get a dose of the ruler again. She wrote a note for me to hand to the nurse and I quickly ran out of the room to deliver it.

After school was out I went to the sick room and the nurse had me sit on the table while she read my note. After she read the note she seems a bit more strict with me. I'm not sure what it said but she made me lie on my belly and told me took my skirt and panties right off! Then felt around prodding my bottom hole like you do before you take my temp and i realised that was what she meant to do! I was so embarrassed that i turn over onto my back to face her. 'You can't take a temperature from my bottom like you do to a child! I'm in high school!' The nurse said that my letter said i had behaved very childishly in class and to treat me just as she would if she was sent a cheeky five-year-old who had been playing up a lot in class. I didn't know you to respond, but she was very quick and grabbed my ankles and held them above me so I was in the diapering position. Then she dipped a finger into a tub of Vaseline and poke her finger up into my rear hole! I squirmed and pleaded, saying, no, pleaseeeeeeeee, no... but she hand me pinned and she pushed her finger far in and gave a wiggle. Then she pulled it out and before I could take a breath she had slipped in the think thermometer. I barely felt it after her finger and she gently rubbed my cheeks as she wait for it to be ready. I was so embarrassed that i just held still till it was over. Nothing could be worse than this, I thought!

When she was done she used a baby wipe to clean up the mess and let me put my panties and skirt back on. Then she said ' You aren't sick, so don't let me see you back hear again. Do you hear me, young lady?' I was sulking about what she did to me so i just glared at her. She was not happy with that and yelled for me to lay back down on the table, on my belly this time. I groaned but did as i was told. Nothing could be as bad as last time. But now she said she was going to give me an enema to see if maybe that would wash the cheekiness out of me. she yanked down my panties and pushed a small tube in there and squeezed the contents into my bottom cavity then she took a photo for me to show you.

Afterward she too a leather tawse and gave me three great wallops across both cheeks and it really made me jump and sting, Papa! I was much more polite to her as she sent me on my way. I scurried over to the bathroom as I could feel the mini enema working it's way inside me. I don't think i will be giving the teachers anymore trouble this week

Your,
Lolli

No TV (A story written for Andrew)

I would be on the couch playing Nintendo and you would say it's time for me to start my homework. I would say I'm coming but after the third time you have to call me you get angry. You take the remote from me and give me a smack on the back of my hand saying "That's enough TV" I pout up at you grumpily and you can see I'm not sorry, just annoyed.

You pull me by the wrist to the dining room table. You tell me I'm going to get a spanking for being disobedient. I turn soft like a dolly and drag my feet asking you not to punish me and that I'll be good now, I promise!

You look down at me seriously and shake your head, then you bend me forward over the dining room table, pushing my head down on to it with my palms flat on it too. I make a sooky sound as I feel you pull up my light cotton dress to reveal my little girl panties. The air is cool on my bare skin.

You put your hand on the small of my back to protect it and then tell me you're going to to give me 10 slaps with the ruler for not doing my homework when I was told. You pull it back straight away and before I can let out a cry of protest you smack me. Then again and again, systematically covering my tiny botton with pretty lines from the nasty ruler. I cry out every time it comes down again even though you did it over my panties I still make a fuss because it stings so bad. After 5 smacks you do give it a rub and then after the tenth you rub my tushy more and whisper in my ear that I was a bad little thing and I deserved to be punished. I whimper and nod my head sadly.

When you're done you pull me up off the table and wrap your big Daddy arms around me. You kiss the top of my head while I rub my own bottom and run my fingers over the little red lines that you made that will remind me to be good from now on. You motion for me to sit in my chair where I always do my homework. I obey you but then jump up as soon as my bum touches the seat. "Ow!" I cry out. "I'm too sore to sit."  You look at me warily, thinking this might just be another ploy to get out of my homework. "Let me see your tush, Sweetie" you say and pull me closer and turn me around then drop my panties to my ankles. "Hmm, yes. I think you need something soft to sit on while you work. Come with me."

You lead me to the couch and I follow, mouth agape. I was hoping you would sit me on you lap or at least give me a pillow to sit on. Instead you're getting the 'changing kit' and laying down a colourful changing pad for me to lay on. My face wrinkles up and I say "Noooo I dont need THAT. That's for babies." You ignore me and lay me down and lift up my legs first cleaning up my runny girl place, which had gotten quite excited by my spanking with the ruler.

Then you put a fat diaper on me and turn me over so I'm on my belly. You give me a pat on my padded behind to check it's nice and thick. "There that's better" you tell me, "now you can sit on your spanked rear and not whine about it hurting." I open my mouth to tell you I hate it and you just pop a pacifier into my red mouth and tell me you've heard enough from me for one afternoon. Then you pick me up easily under my arms and carry me to my seat where you plop me down. "Now I don't want to hear another thing from you till your finished your homework, understand?"

I look up at you with the dummy in my mouth and just nod obediently.

A fresh slave girl at the show (A story written for David)

I wrote this story so long agin but I still think it's cute.

 

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Email to David:

I got an email from this nice older man on alt who I have emailed a few times; not to play though because he wants slaves and stuff and that's not my thing. But he is nice enough so I reply and well anyway: he just wrote to me and said " I'm training a new male house slave, it might be something you would like to see?" How about that! I would indeed like to see it, but only with you there of course. I'd only want to see it so you and I could talk about it and stuff. It got me thinking of a little story and I'll tell it to you now. It's only short. I hope you like it. (It's kind of a slavegirl with a bit of puppy talk throw in ;)

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You pick me up to take me Mr Peter's house and I'm not behaving quite as you think a junior slavegirl in training should be but you let it slide. Today will be my first foray into the public world as your 'pet' and you know I'm just nervous. You chose me out of a handful of little girls who were aching, inside and out, to be owned. They wanted deeply to be taken care of  and used by a sweet Master who would raise them up into lovely, strong, obedient slave girls. You picked me out of the litter because you liked my shiny brown coat and my lustrous black hair.  Sometimes, like now, you wonder if you made the right choice choosing one with so much spirit and bite, who needs constant supervision and correction. But you just pull up my skirt and glance down at my warm brown thighs, a perfect contrast against the white cotton panties you made me wear. Then you remember how much fun I am to push around and how when I am properly submissive, I become as soft and pliable as a jellyfish. Your little jelly girl.

We arrive and I'm practically bouncing up and down beside you so you take my hand. I calm down a little and nuzzle my face against your arm.
"Am I a good girl?" I ask, looking up at you with big earnest eyes."Yes, Lolli, you're good," you reply generously, not so much because you think I have been good but because you want to avoid the fuss I'll make if you say 'not really'. We make it to the front door and you press the bell. A female maid answers and  shows us through to the living room where Mr Peter is. You step forward to introduce yourself but are cut off by me who has rushed ahead as soon as I saw our host, wanting to meet him.
"Lolli!," you growl quietly and take my left ear and twist it so as to pull me backward and stand me behind you. "YOU, stand there," you order at me. Seeing the guilt on my face you doubt you'll ever have to tell me that again. You turn your attention to Mr Peter and you shake hands and exchange pleasantries.

He invites us to take a seat on the lounge and he'll bring out the entertainment. You walk over to the lounge with me lagging behind and you take a seat. I follow suit placing my bottom squarely on you right thigh and leaning back into you as comfortably as if you were my lounge chair. You roll your eyes and pinch my soft inner thigh whispering on my ear to ''You sit at my feet. Where you belong.'' I nod and quietly slip off your lap and take the kneeling position you have taught me. You show you approve by running your hand through my hair and kneading my scalp gently, I let out a moan and let my head loll around a bit as you massage me.

The show begins and Mr Peter brings out a hot young male specimen wearing a little black and white apron around his waist. He is tanned and muscly and for his first trick Mr Peter has him bed over a high table and then proceeds to spread his ass cheeks and lube his anus up with messy Vaseline. He then takes a feather duster with a slick, tapered, wooden handle and bright aqua feathers on the end, and inserts it into the boy-maid's ass hole. He is then required to dust serveral items set up on a small bench, without knocking anyway down or damaging them. The games like this continue with the slave sometimes doing very well at his tasks and other times not so well, those incidents earning his a strapping with a a big black strap on his firm rear end.

Mr Peter advises us that there will be a short intermission and that we can come out to the patio for refreshments in a few minutes. He leaves the room and when he does I hear you say from over my shoulder, "Lolli, put your nose to the ground and your bottom in the air." I hesitate only a second trying to think what you mean and then quickly assume the position. I'm wearing a loose short skirt and it flips down onto my back and my bottom faces you head on. You lean forward to inspect me and pull the panties over my round, blossoming bottom cheeks and then further down my thighs to my knees where you let them hang. When you do this my pussy pops out, loud and proud and dripping with the moisture you expected to find.
"WET," you call out as you bring your hand down with force on my wet nakedness and it rings out loud with the sound of the slap.
"OW!!" I moan, the smack catching me completely off guard as I had my nose and face facing the floor.

You motion for the maid to go and get you something from the kitchen and while she does you help me up and stand me in from of you. You help me out of my panties and then lead me to the couch and lay me down on it, belly up.  You let me bend my knees and sit comfortably till the maid arrives carrying a wide wooden spoon. My eyes bulge and who smirk when you see this and then tell me to get my legs up. You chose this position because you want to see my little face crumple up in a cry as you paddle my soft wet pussy. You take the spoon and waste no time landing 5 sharp shots on my tenderest of regions in a few seconds. You follow this up with a nice scolding.
"That's what you get for being such a horny little slut. What kind of girls gets aroused so quickly when watching a show like that? And the smell?! I bet the boy-maid in the other room has picked up the scent from this little pussy!"  Picking up the spoon again you deliver your last five blows punctuated by the words "You- are- a very-dirty- girl!"
I groan and wriggle and cry try to hold back my cries of "No", because a good slave girl takes her punishments well and is always very grateful for the lesson.

You take a Kleenex from a box on the coffee table and wipe down my redden wet bits. Then you lean over and push the dirty Kleenex in my mouth and kiss me gently on the forehead. "Now go stand in the corner for a little while, I'll come and get you before the show begins again."
Before you leave you remove my skirt so I am naked from the waist down except for my shoes. You pat my bottom gently suggesting I assume the position at the wall. You can see I have a question and you remove the Kleenex so I can ask softly, "But what about the refreshments?" 
"You won't get any of those today. Now go and stand in your corner." You finish the conversation with " And don't forget this," pushing the soggy tissue back in my poor little mouth.

The End.

The OC (A story written for David)

You come home one day and catch me watching The OC on TV even thought I'm banned from watching it. You think it makes me too excited before bed. It's true, I usually get all creamy watching the pretty boys and girls kissing. When I see you've caught me I turned it off but I know it's too late. I shrink back in the couch unsure of what will happen. You stand in front of me and ask angrily "Was that The OC?", I nod softly and look up at you with sorry puppy dog eyes. "You know you're not allowed to watch that?"  I nod again but look away kind of annoyed.

"Right then. Come here," you order.You go over to another couch and stand waiting. I get up moodily, my clingy night dress riding up my thighs and my hands unconsciously tugging it down. I take slow steps toward you but as soon as I'm within reach you hurry me up by grabbing my slender brown arm and yanking me to the couch. You position me so my knees are bent on the seat and my head is hanging over the back of it. My ass is nicely rounded and the dress has scrunched right up now so that my pink panties are on show for you.

You slap my little ass once with your big nasty hand and the rub it round and round in a big circle. "Are you allowed to watch that TV show, Lolli?" you ask. "I already answered that question!"  I call back over my shoulder at you, brattiness oozing from my voice.

"I REALLY" *slap*   "do not"  *slap*  "think this is a good time to act like a BRAT!" *hard slap on both cheeks* ."OWwww" I cry out grumpily.

"I'll show you ow," you mutter to yourself.

"Now do you remember why this show was off limits, young lady?" I mutter back a reply you can't hear. "Hmmm?" You say as you push your thumb against my bottom hole through my dress and panties reminding me I'm not in a position to be smart. I try to wriggle away, getting the message, but your other hand holds me firmly against you and your thumb stays in place.

"I'm still waiting for an answer, please."

"Coz I get too excited you said..."

"That's right. When you watch it you make a creamy girl mess in your panties and we can't have that." While you say this you pull the pink wet panties to the side and as soon as you pull aside the fabric the scent of it fills your nose. You gently pull open my moistened and delicate folds. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a mess" you scold as you inspect my glistening and ripe rosebud of a pussy.

I put my head down embarrassed that you're looking at me so closely. You notice but pay no mind. You know my place is to be a good, obedient girl while you let me stay with you. Not to run wild and make a mess on your new couch leaving dirty little streaks on it like I did once before.

The panties flick back into place and you decide to get rid of them, pulling them down my firm little thighs, over my knobbly knees, muscular calves and long feet. You take them and shove them kind of nastily into my pouting mouth. My brown eyes open wide and look up at you almost pleadingly and you just smirk.

With your hand you spread my knees wider which in turn spreads my pussy lips too. You take a tissue from the box and run it up and down my wet crack, after a few strokes you begin to clean more carefully, all my pink lips and my red clit. I whine with the panties in my mouth and you thunder at me to be quiet. I let out one last rebellious cry and then do as I'm told. When you finish up you walk around the couch so you can see my face and while you pull the panties from my down turned lips you tell me that I made quiet a mess of myself and that at my age I should know better.

I hear you leave the room so I turn around to see where you've gone but you reappear almost immediately and now you're carrying the redwood hairbrush. My face falls and you can't help but smile. "Now that I've cleaned you up, it's time for you punishment," you explain with glee. I consider complaining but know how you love to add 'extras' for bad behaviour so I will myself to keep my bratty mouth shut. 

You're standing next to me and place on hand on my lower back and tell me I'm going to receive 20 smacks and you hope I learn my lesson.  I whimper even before you start and when the hairbrush lands for the first swat I let out a soft moan. You swing again and make contact with the other soft round cheek. You can see them blossoming pink with every new smack. After 10 smacks I'm wailing like a baby because the brush is so hard and my teenage cheeks are unused to this kind of punishment. At 15 smack my little tush is all blotchy and very sore and I'm begging you to stop, my sobs choking in my throat. "PLEASE DAVID, I'm really sorry, I won't do it againnnn" *SMACK* "Wahh ahhhh."

You're annoyed that I'm trying to get out of my well deserved spanking so you decided to paddle my creamy thighs too knowing that it will sting like nothing else. As you do, you notice my ankles jump up off a the couch bending at the knee with each stroke. And along with each stroke is a delicious little cry letting you know I'm learning my lesson.

As soon as you're finished you say I can get up and I throw my arms around your waist, my tear streaked face on your chest and tell you I'm sorry, sorry, sorry. Your hands reach behind me and rub my red hot cheeks as they bounce up and down in time with childish sobbing. After a minute I pull away and you smile down forgivingly at me and playful spank my bottom again. You are aiming for my cheeks but somehow you aim too low and your fingers catch on my pussy lips. You pull you hand away and inspect it and sure enough it is shining brightly with fresh moisture. Your brows furrow and you look down at me, I look up at you like a scared naughty bunny seeing what you just saw. "Again, Lolli?! Again?" you scold.

I drop my eyes, and nervously bite at my lower lip. You sigh and take me by the hand, leading me to my bedroom. You tell me to stop at the door and you go into the bathroom and collect some things then come back, take my hand, and lead me to the bed. After my spanking I'm feeling very submissive and I don't talk back when you tell me to lie down on my back, on the bed.

You have spread a towel on the lower half of the bed and once I'm on it you raise my legs high in the air so that I'm in the diaper position. You sit on the bed by my side and look me in the eye and explain "Now Lolli, I think if you are going to keep wetting yourself like a baby, you're going to get treated like one, understand?"  I wrinkle my face up and shake it from side to side so you explain,"I'm going to take a warm cloth and give you a wash down there." I'm so horrified by the way your speaking to me that I blush and turn my face away. You just laugh and go about cleaning me up, for the second time that night.When you're done with the cloth you take the towel and dry off my bottom and pussy, at first gently and then a little more roughly, so I don't enjoy it too much.