Slave girl
I guess I must have been about twelve or thirteen when we got to Black slavery
in my schools history class.
The book had a picture of a black woman hanging from a tree limb with the back
of her dress open and stripes across her back. An overseer was standing by her
with a long black whip.
I guess it was meant to horrify us but I found it strangely exciting. I had
played "Spy" or cowboys and Indians with my neighbor boy where when I was
captured he would tie me and pull up my t-shirt to tickle me until I revealed a
secret. When I began growing tities I stopped playing the game. I was
embarrassed by them. None of the other girls had boobs as big as mine and they
teased me so much in the gym shower I got permission to skip the shower. I even
began wearing baggy shirts and sweatshirts to hide them.
Looking at the picture reminded me of how excited I got from being tied up and
helpless while being tickled. The tickling had not really excited me though and
I wondered what it would feel like to be tied and whipped. Not hard like in the
picture but maybe with a willow switch.
My Dad spanked me any time I was bad or got poor grades in school since he
wanted to be sure I could get into college. They weren't sexy spankings. He
would have me bend over the table and hit my butt with a ping pong paddle.
There was one spanking though that was different. We have a pond at our ranch I
could swim in. It was really private since Dad had posted no trespassing signs
all over. One time when I was hiking I got real hot from the summer sun and
wanted to go swimming. I didn't have my bathing suit but since it was so private
I decided to go just wearing my panties. My boobs were just bumps then about the
size of a half grapefruit so I didn't wear a bra.
The water felt great. I seemed to be able to feel the water so much better than
when wearing my one piece bathing suit.
Suddenly Dad rode up on his horse and yelled, "Goddamit Allene! I told you to
stay out of the deep end unless someone was with you. Get out of there now! You
are getting a spanking."
"I can't get out Daddy. I am just wearing my panties."
"I don't care! Get up here."
"I was really embarrassed. I knew my white panties would be transparent wet but
I didn't want him any madder than he was already.
He watched me intently as I walked toward him stumbling over the rocks which
made my titties tremble.
When I got close he stared and said, "Jesus. You are really growing up but it
doesn't matter. I will spank you until you are twenty if I need to."
There was no table so he had me hold on to a fence post and cut a willow switch.
That was totally different than the paddle. The switch was so flexible it curved
around my butt to sting my front and wrapped around my upper thighs to sting the
tender inner part. I don't know how many times he hit me I only know that when
he stopped my butt, thighs and stomach was stinging under the panties.
I was crying when he quit but at the same time I felt excited like when I played
with the nubbin I later found out was called a clitoris.
When he quit he said, "Jesus Allene. I am sorry I didn't know the switch would
welt you so bad. Let me see if you are cut."
he pulled down the back of my panties to look then gently rubbed the welts. It
felt good and my excitement rose.
He said, "It looks like some lines hit your front. Let's see."
At that he pulled down my panties and I blushed knowing he could see my cunny
which was just starting to grow fur. He traced some lines that went to my pubic
bone with his fingers which excited me even more.
Then he said, "I have some horse balm that should stop the stinging."
He got it from his saddle bag and sat on a stump. I went over to him with my
legs open a little to keep the panties from falling down any more and laid
across his lap.
He began carressing the salve on my butt and it felt wonderful. He did it a long
time and I felt a bulge in his pants pressing against my hip.
He started breathing funny and said, "I guess that is enough."
I whimpered, "I have lines on my tummy too."
"Do you want me to put salve on them too?"
"Uhuh"
"Okay but you can't tell Mama. She made me stop bathing you when you were six
saying you were getting too old to be seen naked."
I won't tell. Rub a long time it makes the sting go away."
"Okay. Rollover. I rolled over and now my legs and head were hanging down and my
pussy was pushed up like in a back bend. He began rubbing and it felt even
better. His hand brushed over my pussy lips while getting the stripe by my pubic
bone and I began to pant in excitement.I guess he knew I was enjoying it because
he started running his hand up and down on my crotch with his middle finger
dragging through the slit and rubbing my nubbin. I panted harder then this
wonderful release ran through my body. I had never felt that before because I
had never rubbed the nubbn long enough. Later I realized I had my first orgasm.
He lifted me to my feet and said, "Remember. don't tell Mom about this."
"Oh I won't. I wouldn't mind the spankings so much if you rubbed me afterward."
"Yeah? Well there won't be any more spankings like this."
I guess the episode bothered him because he went back to the over my jeans
paddle.
But I digress. When the bus dropped us off I asked Tom, the neighbor boy, what
he thought about the picture.
"Weird. Even though just her back was naked I thought it was exciting."
"Maybe it was because she was tied. Remember how you liked to tie me up?"
"Oh yeah. I was really sorry you made me stop. What did I do wrong?
"Nothing. It was just that my boobs grew and I thought you might see them and
make fun of me like the girls in gym. Besides the tickling became to seem
childish to me."
"I would never make fun of you. I think the fact you are growing boobs is
wonderful."
"Really? You don't think I am a freak? the other girls don't have them."
"Gosh no. The other girls aren't as pretty as you either."
"Do you really think I am pretty? Mom says I am but she is prejudiced."
"Yes I do and I would love to see your boobs."
"You won't laugh?"
"No. No way."
"Okay just for a minute."
I began to slowly raise my baggy sweater. He stared as it went up to reveal my
little innie bellybutton then finally as it slid over the top of my boobs to
show the little pink nipples. It isn't like they were huge or anything. the girl
who fitted me for a bra at the store said they were thirtytwo B. I bought the
bra but didn't wear it because I liked the feeling of my clothes rubbing my
nipples.
"He looked awestruck."God they are beautiful. Can I touch them?"
"Okay. A little."
He put a hand on each one to squeeze the base then slid them out to the nipples
as if he was milking me. It felt wonderful and when he took down his hands I
said shakily, "You can touch them some more if you want."
That made him bolder and he began stroking them and lightly pinching the
nipples. He said, "Wow! That makes your nipples hard just like my dick when I
rub it."
"It feels good too. Can I rub your dick?"
"Yes!" He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It didn't need rubbing it
was already hard but I wrapped my hand around it and slid it back and forth like
he had done my nipples. Suddenly he grunted and snot like stuff squirted out of
his pee slit.
I was startled and said, "What happened!"
"I came. It what happens to boys when they get real excited. It feels wonderful.
Like a great release. I guess girls cum too but they don't shoot out anything."
I knew that is what had happened to me when Daddy rubbed me.
Suddenly he got embarrassed or something and put it back in his pants and began
walking again. Then he said, "I know why I liked the picture. I have daydreamed
about having a girl slave. It always makes me hard."
Really? I have thought about being a slave and having to get naked for my
Master. Would you like to play "Slave" some time?
"God yes. When?"
My folks are going to a cattle auction this weekend. We could have the place to
ourselves. Our barn kind of looks like the building in the picture."
"Great! My folks are going to the same auction."
We walked a bit more then he said, "If you were my slave I could make you take
all your clothes off couldn't I?"
"I guess. I think you can make a slave do anything. If she didn't she would get
whipped."
"Oh Wow. You mean with a real whip?"
"Well no a real whip could cut my skin but I have a plastic whip I bought at
the fair that would sting a lot."
"Wow. I can ask you to do anything and if you say no I can whip you?"
"I guess so. That would give me a choice and my little whip isn't bad enough to
make me do something really gross."
By that time we were to my driveway so he said he would see me as soon as his
folks left about ten AM. I told him that would be good cause my folks were
leaving at eight.
The next day was Friday but we couldn't talk about it anymore on the walk home
because my folks had agreed to babysit a girl a year younger that caught our
bus. I kidded her about needing a babysitter and she said it was in case the
house caught fire or something.
Her folks picked her up about ten that night and I went to bed. I got to
thinking about what was coming and rubbed my little nubbin until I got a
wonderful release which made me go right to sleep.
I was on pins and needles all the next morning waiting for him. I was real
excited when he came running into the house.
He was panting and gasped, "I ran all the way here the minute their truck left
the driveway. Can I tell you to do stuff now?"
"No. Lets talk about it a little first okay. That way you can calm down."
"I doubt if I will calm down much but okay let's talk."
"Okay. I have been thinking about this all morning. I want to have some rules. I
wrote them down. Here."
I gave him a piece of ruled paper stating.
1. You won't do anything that will bruise me bad.
2. You won't stick needles or pins in me.
3. You won't do anything gross like peeing on me.
4. You won't leave me hanging longer than fifteen minutes.
5. You won't hit me anywhere yhat can leave a mark that can be seen when I
wear shorts and a t-shirt.
"Can you live with those rules?
"God yes. I hadn't even thought about any of those things. Does Gross include
kissing my dick?"
"No I guess not. As long as it is clean it shouldn't be much different than
kissing a thumb."
"Great shall we get on with it. I want you to get naked."
"One last thing. I think we should have a practice whipping. If it turns out
that it hurts too bad the whole game is off. I have an old dress you can rip
like the one in the picture."
"How can I tell if it is too hard."
You can start easy and if it doesn't hurt much I will say harder until it is too
much."
"that sounds fair. Only I don't want you wearing anything under the dress."
"Okay. It is an old blue cotton dress you can't see through any way. I'll go put
it on."
end part one. Like it so far? Allene
