Chapter 5

Fear paralyzed poor Stacy and sweat drenched her body. Sir Paullis did not allow her to put on her white bikini but instead dragged her nude, kicking and screaming, up the incline and towards the house.

"Please don't hurt me!," Stacy yelled, but there was no one to help her.

Marlene looked out an upstairs window and shook her head in dismay. She had warned the poor girl not to cross the master, but she hadn't listened. Marlene knew there was nothing she could do. Any attempt to prevent Stacy's punishment would surely bring harsh punishment to herself.

The master was so uncontrollable when he was angry.

The maid looked away. She could not bear to see the young girl in such distress. She continued cleaning the upstairs parlor and tried not to think about it. Ronald, in the meantime, was huddled in one of his favorite hiding places, hoping he could stay away from his father until his anger had mellowed.

But Stacy could not avoid his anger. She was caught in his powerful clutch. She had fallen and was being dragged on her belly across the freshly mowed lawn.

"You'll wish you never met me!" Sir Paullis screamed. "You will beg me to kill you so you will be out of your misery!"

Sir Paullis dragged Stacy up the spiral staircase to the door of her bedroom. Then he lifted her with ease and threw her across the room onto the bed.

"How dare you do that wicked thing to my son! He was a good boy and he knew nothing of the evil lust. He had no artist's burden to remove from his shoulders. His life was simple and free of passion. But you couldn't stand to see him so happy, could you? You had to fuck him real good and turn him into a man before his time. I guess it probably made you feel like a woman. Well I will show you that you are not a woman. You are just a little girl!"

"I'm sorry, Sir Paullis," Stacy whimpered through her tears. "I promise I won't do it again."

"Do you think I would take your word for it just seconds after I found you fucking my son? You little tramp. You will have to pay for your sins."

Stacy noticed how thick Sir Paullis' English accent got when he screamed in anger.

She wondered if he really had it in him to be cruel or if he was all bark and no bite.

When Sir Paullis took off his belt and snapped it across her breasts the first time, Stacy howled in agony. She knew the worst she could imagine was true. Sir Paullis could be a very violent man and he would hurt her very much before he was through with her.

Then Stacy saw Sir Paullis eyeing the hand carved bedposts on her bed. She didn't understand why he was looking at them. She thought maybe they unscrewed and he was going to fuck her with them

"What are you going to do to me?" she whined.

"I am going to teach you that you are not a woman!" he screamed. His eyes were ablaze and Stacy could tell that this was not the Sir Paullis she knew and loved, but some monster that lived inside of him.

Paullis left the room for a moment, making Stacy wait for her punishment. When he returned he was carrying four pieces of rubber hose.

"Lay on your back with your legs spead and your arms up over your head!" he ordered and she did as he said quickly and without a complaint. She hoped that cooperation would ease the torture.

Sir Paullis tied her ankles and wrists, each to a bedpost so she was open and vulnerable to his every whim. He had tied her tight and it hurt. She had trouble wiggling her fingers and toes.

He started to leave again. "No, don't leave me like this," Stacy begged.

"I wouldn't think of it my daughter," he said turning toward her for a moment with his hand on the doorknob. "I will be back in a moment with the razor."

The word razor filled her heart with fear she had never known. What was he going to do with a razor? Would he slash her, disfigure her? Would he leave her to bleed and die. Stacy knew that powerful men had no trouble getting away with murder. If one had enough money they would never have to see the inside of a jail. Paullis returned holding a straight razor in his hand, like the one a barber would use.

He held it up so Stacy could see it.

"I want you to look at the razor," he said. "I want you to see how sharp the blade is. Notice how shiny the steel is.

"Be aware how easily it could cut you."

He held the blade in the afternoon sun that shone through the lacey curtains. The reflection off the blade was pointed into Stacy's eyes. It made her squint and wince.

Paullis reached down and dug two fingers into Stacy's pubic patch. Selecting one black hair he liked he plucked it out and held it in front of his face to examine it. It was curly.

He held the hair up and split it in two with the edge of the razor.

Stacy's eyes were wide with horror.

Sir Paullis began to speak.

"No, my little sweet cunt, you are not a woman. You are only a little girl. The fact that you have hair growing all over your pussy and asshole is a simple freak of nature. One I will soon dispose of. I am going to shave your crotch clean so you have no more hair down there than you did when you were five years old. Then you will, truly be my little girl and I will be your daddy."

Drool fell from Stacy's lips.

Her cheeks were stained from her tears and she was sniffling small sobs.

"That's it. Go ahead and cry," Paullis said. "Little girls often cry, don't they? You don't have to be ashamed of crying. It is something very natural and something all little girls must do when they have been bad."

Stacy really let the tears flow now. She was too afraid to swallow and spit was oozing out of her mouth. Her tongue was thick and stuck out of her mouth a little bit, protruding between slightly parted lips.

Paullis began to shave the hair above her cunt.

"This is the easy part," he said. The skin below this area is firm and easy to shave. The tricky part is when I have to shave you around the tender outer lips of your cunt itself. Then it is so easy to cut you and it is so hard to stop the flow of blood."

Stacy was relieved he was only going to shave her pussy hair. She found the idea appealing and thought her bare cunt would look nice and feel nice. She imagined how Paullis' tongue would feel down there without a little rug of fur to get in the way. She only hoped he would stop all this talk about cutting and blood. That scared her very much. And the tone of his voice was still frightening. He had the cold, even tones of a man who was cruel and ruthless.

If getting shaved was the extent of her punishment she wouldn't mind too much. But she knew there had to be more to it. Much more.

"You must try to be perfectly still," Paullis said. Her abdomen was completely clean of pubic hair. "If you move just a little bit I might slip and cut off your naughty little clitoris. And you wouldn't want me to do that, would you?"

Stacy thought of what a fool she had been. She had had a perfect life and she had fucked it all up for a moments pleasure. Any girl in the world would give their right tit to be Sir Paullis' lover. How could she possibly have thought of getting sex from anyone else? Especially his own son.

She tried to be very still.

Paullis now had the blade between Stacy's dark tanned thighs. He ran the sharp edge of the razor gently over the wrinkled flesh of her cunt lips. He paid very close attention to what he was doing. He did not want to miss any spots.

Stacy was starting to feel a little better. The area around her cunt was now shaved clean and she was not bleeding. She had felt a couple of pinches when he had pulled a hair from that delicate area, but she could tell that he had not cut her. She knew he didn't want to cut her.

Paullis put a pillow under Stacy's ass, so he could shave around the pink eye of her asshole. When he completed the process, he stepped back and he admired his work. She looked so young without pubies. She looked like a grammar school girl and he got an urge to dress her up in a green private school uniform, with a skirt and knee socks. But there was work to be done. He still had to beat her.

He picked up his belt and folded it in half. He cracked it against his palm making a loud noise sounding like gun-fire.

"Don't hit me!" Stacy pleaded. "I promise I will never fuck anyone again other than you. I will be your little girl forever. I won't ever talk to Ronald again!"

She could tell that it was no use. All of her apologies and protests were in vain. He knew what he was going to do and nothing she could say would stop him.

Paullis sighed. He appeared to have second thoughts for a moment, but quickly snapped the belt across her bare belly, raising a welt and turning the skin there an angry red color.

"Owwww," Stacy screamed. Everyone in the house could hear her wails.

Paullis smacked her again with the belt and Stacy let out another scream of agony. She felt so helpless and unwanted, just as she had felt before her parents had died. There is no one to save you when your savior has turned against you.

Paullis beat the young girl until the entire front of her body was red and raw.

Stacy was running out of energy and her loud screams had dwindled to pathetic sobs.

Paullis stopped the beating. He knew there was no point in continuing. The pain for Stacy had peaked, and now the numbness was setting in. He would wait for her tortured nerves to recover before he proceeded with the torture.

"Do not think that the punishment is over," he said. "We are just taking a break. What comes next I think you will find very unpleasant."

Stacy couldn't imagine what could be worse than a leather strap across her bare body. The pain was equalled by the humiliation. She could feel a cool breeze blowing in through the window across her shaved crotch. It was as if she was feeling her cunt for the first time. She had never realized before how much the hair of her pubic patch had kept good feelings out. Now even a slight breeze could get her cunt juices flowing.

Stacy felt a warm feeling inside her. The pain in her flesh was starting to subside and she thought about Paullis' motives for beating her in such an awful way.

He's doing it because he loves me, Stacy said to herself. If he didn't care about me he wouldn't bother. Why else were her cheating upset him so. Once again she felt special and decided to enjoy the rest of the punishment for what it was: an act of love. She would not cry no matter how much he hurt her.

Paullis saw that Stacy's breathing had calmed and her tight muscles had relaxed.

He knew it was time to continue.

He untied her hands and feet so that the blood could run back into them. He massaged her ankles and feet and it gave her great pleasure.

"Don't get too used to it, I am only going to tie you up again in a moment," Paullis said, running his fingers between her toes.

"What are you going to do now?" Stacy asked.

Paullis slapped her hard across the face.

"Shut up!" he screamed. "You will speak when you have been spoken to. You young little shits of today have to learn to respect your elders!"

Stacy fell quit.

"Now roll over on your stomach!" he ordered.

Stacy's whole body was sore from the beating and every little movement hurt her. It was torture rolling over.

When she was on her stomach Paullis re-tied her ankles and wrists to the bedposts.

"You have probably noticed that there is a hole in your body that I have never penetrated with my prick'" Sir Paullis said, his voice sounding calm and British.

Stacy knew what he was talking about. Although she had had it there from others, Paullis had never fucked her in the ass.

"I had wanted your anal training to come at a, how shall I put it, more affectionate time. But I have found that the asshole can be a source of much pain as well as pleasure, during my years of research on the subject. You see, the asshole does not lubricate itself like the cunt. Some people use grease or jellies to ease the penetration, but I like it best dry."

Stacy knew everything Paullis was telling her was true. She wondered if he knew that she had lost her cherry there. He must know. He saw the three men approach her at the hotel before he went upstairs to write poetry. He must know that other men had fucked her in the ass. Why the lecture?

"I know that I was not the first man to put his cock in your mouth or your ass," he continued. "This was a matter of poor planning on my part. I took you to a social function before you were properly trained. You probably think you know all there is to know about ass-fucking. Well, you are wrong. There are agonies you haven't even dreamed of. You think I am going to fuck you with my cock. You are wrong again. I have brought along a friend to have the honors."

A friend? Stacy thought. What could he mean by that? Was he going to bring in another man to fuck her in the ass while he watched? No, that wasn't his style. It must be something else, Stacy decided.

"I will not keep you in the dark for long, me sweet," Paullis said. He left the room and returned with a fourteen inch ivory dildo, hand-carved to look exactly like a man's humongous prick. He held it in front of her face so she could see it. It was much larger than the one she had seen strapped on Andrea's waist. It was pure white and very thick at the head and base. She could imagine no way that the huge dildo could fit inside her tiny little asshole. But she also knew Paullis was a very strong man, and he would get it inside her even if it took great quantities of brute force.

"Meet Big Mike," Paullis said. "He is a very special toy to me, one which I reserve just for moments like this. You should be very honored. You are the first to meet Big Mike since my wife died. No one has had the nerve to cross me the way you did since then. I am bringing him out of retirement."

Stacy tried to relax the muscles in her loins so the dildo would not hurt her as much. She knew it was no use. No matter how she relaxed her asshole it would still have to stretch painfully to fit the massive ivory dong.

"Big Mike has a very interesting history. You will get to hear it if you want to or not. I was on safari in a previously unexplored section of Africa. We ran across a primitive tribe of natives who had never seen white men before. They had seen photos, which they thought were miracles produced by the greatest artists in the world, but they had never seen white flesh before, and they thought we were gods. I traded Big Mike for a butane lighter. They had made him specially for an old ritual. You see, before a young girl could have sex with a man, she was hurt brutally by Big Mike."

Stacy buried her head in the mattress, hoping it would all go away. She hoped it was only a dream, but when she lifted her head again, Paullis was still talking calmly.

"That way the native men did not have the discomfort of breaking through the hymen. It had been removed by this little toy. But. now it is mine. It is a shame I didn't know how fickle your nature was before I took you the first time. Perhaps the use of Big Mike earlier would have made you think twice before cheating on me."

He ran the head of the dildo lightly up and down Stacy's spine.

"You see," he said. "Big Mike is as hard as a rock. And he is well-trained. He has learned never to yield at any barrier and to always be erect."

Paullis ran the head of Big Mike between Stacy's pert firm ass cheeks. She shuddered.

"Of course many women in this tribe bled to death after being violated by Big Mike, but there was no remorse, for these women were not considered adequate to bear children."

Paullis placed his hand over the crack of Stacy's ass and separated the cheeks with his fingers.

Stacy had promised herself that she wouldn't cry out no matter how much it hurt. She told herself she would take her punishment with dignity.

But all that was soon forgotten when Big Mike's head found the small opening and began to stretch it wide enough to enter.

Stacy felt as if her insides were being torn out. She thought of those poor native women who bled to death and no one cared. The pain was unbelievable. It couldn't have been worse if he had tried to stick a bowling ball into her.

Once again her screams filled the house.

"You may scream all you want," Paullis said, watching the mouth of her asshole gape open to take in the rod. "Your cries will fall on deaf ears. I hope Ronald can hear you scream. He knows he will be the next to be punished."

Ronald could hear her screams and they made him shiver in the dark.

Ever so slowly Paullis inched Big Mike into Stacy's asshole. He could feel the muscles inside her bowels panicking and trying to shit the enormous rod back out.

Sometimes he just held the dildo in place, feeling his hot little girl's ass struggling against it. Sometimes he inched it in deeper and would relish in the pain he was giving her. He wondered how far he would be able to get it in her. He knew that if he tried to insert the whole thing she would tear and bleed all over the place. He did not want to leave any evidence of the punishment after he was through. Cleaning up was such a messy affair.

He got Big Mike a full eight inches into Stacy. He knew if he went any further he would cause her permanent damage.

Stacy had never felt anything so big inside her before. Her muscles stopped fighting the dildo. She no longer tried to push it back out, but gripped it as hard as she could.

The tip of the dildo had reached the unknown spot inside her ass where a strange new center of pleasure lived. If he moved the dildo in any way, she knew it would begin to feel good. The pain had peaked. She was over the top of the hill. She wanted him to fuck her with Big Mike.

Paullis drew the dildo from her ass as slowly as he had inserted it.

Stacy could feel her shit tube collapsing where it had been vacated.

Then Paullis thrust the cock back in. He could see her shaved crotch and liked the way it looked from the rear.

"You are amazing," Paullis said. "I never thought you could have taken so much. You are so small, so petite. You have long legs but your torso is tiny and your hips are slim. Who would have thought that you could take to Big Mike so well."

He drew the white dildo out and hammered it back in hard.

Stacy felt her jaw drop and new saliva rolled off her lips.

"You are beginning to feel pleasure now, aren't you my dear?"

Stacy could not respond in any way. She couldn't even quite understand what Sir Paullis was saying. All of her thoughts were focused on her full ass.

Paullis left the cock in her and walked away to take off his clothes.

"Now that you have met my friend, you get me. I hope my cock does not disappoint you in anyway. I know I can not live up to such a large work of art."

He pulled the dildo from her ass and Stacy felt as if all of her shit had been pulled out with it. But there was no shit. It was just the way she felt.

Paullis now stood nude behind her and she could feel his presence. His stiff cock stuck out straight in front of him and swung a little up and down as he approached the bed.

He lay down on top. of her spread-eagled body so that his prick rested between the sore cheeks of her ass. Reaching around, he grabbed Stacy's firm breasts and squeezed hard.

He squeezed them so hard it hurt her and white marks wear made in the flesh where his fingers had been.

Then he pinched the nipples which were already erect, but there was no tenderness in this either.

Stacy winced and wished he would go back to normal. She wondered if she would ever know the sweet father-figure that had been Sir Paullis again.

She hoped everything would return to normal after her punishment was complete.

"I know I have been bad," Stacy built up the courage to say.

"I promise I will never do it again. So fuck my ass now and we can both enjoy it."

She waited for his reply.

Paullis thought he heard a note of real sincerity in her voice and decided that she had enough pain for one day. Now she would know what would happen to her if she misbehaved again, and that was the most important part of any punishment.

"Very well," Paullis said. "I will untie you now, but I sincerely hope you have learned your lesson. If I have to punish you again I will not be so kind."

Stacy vowed never to be with another man as long as she lived with Sir Paullis. She had been silly anyway. Why go look in the backyard when all the cock you need is right there in your own house.

Stacy's arms and legs were free to move again. It felt very good. She did not like the feeling of helplessness that being bound gave her.

"Fuck me in the ass," Stacy said again. "I want you to love all of me. We should know no taboos. I want you to love my asshole the way you would love any other part of me."

"I do love you," Paullis said. "All of you. Are you sure you want me to fuck you there now? You must be pretty sore there."

"Yes, oh, yes," Stacy said, rolling over on her back to look at him. "I want you to take me in a way you have never taken me before."

"You know I punish you because I love you."

"Yes, I never forgot you loved me."

"Good. And you will behave like a good little girl."

"I will be the best little girl any man ever had."

"And you will love only me?"

"You will be the only man I will ever fuck."

Stacy had been careful not to include women. She wanted her nightly baths to remain sensuous. It had already occurred to her that warm water and Marlene's big sponge would feel very good on her shaved and clean crotch.

Paullis became tender.

His hand became soft and loving as they ran lightly over Stacy's bruises.

"I didn't want to hurt you this badly," Paullis said, licking a little at Stacy's right nipple.

Her body moved like a cat rubbing herself against a man's leg.

"It's just that when I get angry I lose control of myself. Thank God I had the sense to stop before I left scars that wouldn't heal."

"It's okay," Stacy purred. "I will do anything for you, including being subject to your wrath."

Paullis smiled and looked deep into the eyes of his little girl.

"You are a precious angel. I have never deserved anyone as talented as you. I know that young hearts are very often fickle, but being true to me is something I require."

"I understand," Stacy said. "It will never happen again."

The softness of Paullis' voice was making the juices inside Stacy's cunt flow like a waterfall.

Putting his hand there, Sir Paullis could feel how wet and slippery her cunt had become. But now was not the time to use that willing hole. His goal was a tighter hole, one that would grip his throbbing rod more firmly.

Stacy got up on her hands and knees so her master and lover could mount her from the rear. His every touch was gentle now and she knew he would be gentle with her asshole too.

Paullis ran his hand over her whole sexual area, feeling how good the smooth skin felt without hair in the way. He told himself she had not yet reached puberty and that idea excited him. He placed the head of his cock against her waiting asshole.

Paullis began to sink his cock into that hole. Stacy gasped with pleasure and forgot about the soreness that Big Mike had left.

Now there was nothing but loving and touching. The couple's moans blended together into one cry of joy.

The day had worked them both up to a sexual peak and they knew that their orgasms were not far away.

Paullis reached around-with his hand and searched around insida Stacy's soupy cunt. He had never known a girl to produce so much lubrication. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had found that her asshole lubed itself also. His fingers found her bursting clit and he squeezed it. It was as if he was trying to squeeze the come out of her clitoris, like a woman squeezes come out of a cock.

He fucked her hard in the ass now. Her muscles there had relaxed from his love to the point where he could slide in and out of fluidly with no pain.

Paullis' finger stroked Stacy's clit and they came at the same time. The pulses of love tore through her body as he splilled his seed into her bowels.

He drew his slackening cock out of her, grabbed his clothes and was out the door.

Stacy figured he was embarrassed at being so cruel. He was ashamed to look in her face after beating her then fucking her in that manner.

Or maybe it was just that he had somewhere to go.

Or maybe, and Stacy liked this idea best of all, he had been so inspired by the day's events that a poem had come bubbling out of him, with his semen, and he had to run off and throw it into his magic typewriter so he could share it with the world.

Stacy liked to think that she was part of his art. That she made him a better poet.

Stacy lay back on her bed, folding her hands behind her head, and stared at the ceiling. She was lost in a beautiful daydream.

Someday Paullis would fuck her by the water's edge, where she had fucked Ronald that very morning, and the men who went by on the boats who usually waved at her, would see her fucking. They would get erections, and, looking up, Stacy would be able to see them jacking off on the side of the boat, spewing their thick come into the waters of the Hudson.

There was a light tap on the door and Stacy recognized Marlene's knock.

"Come in!" Stacy called out cheerfully.

The door opened and the Swedish maid entered.

"You certainly are in a good mood considering the hell the master just put you through," Marlene said.

Stacy was pleased to see that Marlene brought her sponge. She knew she was going to get a bath.

"What happened to your cunt?" Marlene asked.

"Paullis shaved it. He said it made him think of me as his little girl."

Marlene felt like going down on Stacy right there and then but she thought that might be out of line.

"I think it looks wonderful!" Marlene said with a smile. "But I didn't expect to see you so cheery."

"We kissed and made up," Stacy said, closing her eyes until they were slits, and looking dreamily at the blonde. She could still feel the glow of satisfaction in her asshole.

"Good thing for Ronald he got all his anger out on you," Marlene said, sitting down on the edge of the bed so her body was close to Stacy's. "He'll probably still get the belt but it will not be severe."

Marlene looked at Stacy's nude and prone torso. She could see the bruises that had marred that perfect skin.

"What you need is a hot bath to soothe your wounds," Marlene said.

Stacy nodded her head slowly in agreement. She had been wondering what the hot water would feel like on her exposed pussy lips and now she was going to get the chance to find out.

Marlene took her tenderly by the hand and let her into her private bathroom. Stacy could tell by her touch that she was afraid of hurting her.

"It's okay, you can touch me," Stacy said, taking Marlene's slender hand and putting it over her breast.

Marlene responded by giving the tit a little squeeze.

"In fact, I want you to touch me," Stacy said seductively.

"After your bath," Marlene said with a wink and started the water flowing in the tub. She tested it with her fingers to make sure the temperature was just right and then she stopped up the drain.

She filled the tub near the top with steaming hot water and Stacy stepped into it.

The young girl looked down at her own shaved crotch. She was getting used to it and she liked it very much. She would keep it shaved close because she knew that would please Paullis.

"I think I will keep my pussy shaved," Stacy said reflectively, standing knee deep in the water.

"Yes you will," Marlene said. "He has already told me that shaving you regularly has been added to my duties."

The two women laughed.

Stacy thought how Paullis always seemed a step ahead of her. It made her feel very protected and safe.

"Just lie down in the tub and relax," Marlene said placing a hand on Stacy's shoulder.

The maid then removed her own clothes.

Stacy could feel the steam rising up her legs and striking her new hyper-sensitive cunt. As she slowly lowered herself in the water, she could feel the bath splash up and lick her there. The water felt hotter on her new skin, just as the breeze before had felt cooler.

She sunk down in the tub and lay still.

All of the pressures, the ecstasies and the agonies, of the day drained out in the water.

Marlene washed all of Stacy's body carefully, still a little afraid she would hurt her. She paid special attention to her pussy and asshole because she knew that was where Stacy was the most sensitive.

After Stacy was all clean, Marlene toweled her off and the two women got into bed and gave each other many orgasms.

Stacy thought she would die when she felt Marlene's talented tongue running over the exposed lips of her cunt.

She came again and again. That was the way it should be. That was the way it always would be. Yes, that was the way that it would always be.

To come and come again, time after time. What could be better than that?