Message-ID: <17919eli$9812090503@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Hex Decimal" Subject: {Hex} Amy's Lessons Chapt 1-4 M/g M/F MDOM Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199812090655.WAA04296@law-f111.hotmail.com> Copyright c 1998 Hex Decimal. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by sending email to: hexdecimal@hotmail.com This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. Story Codes: MDOM, M/g, M/F Amy's Lessons - Chapters 1-4 Chapter One My life ended when I turned ten. Not that I actually died, although many times I over the last eleven years I wished I had. That is because every thing good I had known up until I turned ten was taken from me. What it was replaced with was the most degrading, the most humiliating, and far worse, the most sexually pleasurable life.. as my step-father's slave. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Amy White, and I was about to turn ten years old. My mother had planned a backyard party. There was a chocolate cake covered with candles and a big container of ice cream. I had been allowed to invite several my school mates, although only young girls like my self. I felt momma and I were the prettiest there, because she and I had dressed alike in pink frilly summer dresses, and we both had big pink bows in our hair. The party started about ten that morning, and for awhile, it was a such a happy party. I asked several times to open the presents that my class mates had brought, but momma insisted I wait for daddy. She kept all of us busy playing group games like pin-the-tail on the donkey (a game I later grew to hate for many reasons). There was even a pi¤ata, in the shape of a donkey, that all of us took turns trying to break open while blindfolded. When it became my turn, I gladly put on the blindfold and then started swinging, trying to break the paper donkey open. All of us were laughing, Then daddy came home. Daddy came through the back gate into the yard. I was later told that his arms were piled so high (with gifts for me) that he couldn't see what was in front of him. As he neared the brick fireplace, one that he himself had built before I was born, he tripped on an uneven spot in the sidewalk and fell towards the fireplace. I didn't actually see it happen since I was blindfolded. I heard momma scream, and then everything got quite. I took off the blindfold and turned around, wondering what why no one was laughing. At first, I didn't see momma. Then, when I did, I saw in her lap she cradled daddy's head. He had fallen and bashed his head on the corner of the fireplace. I will always remember that the lap of mommy's pink dress was covered in daddy's blood. Momma was crying and talking softly to daddy, although I couldn't make out what she was saying. I ran over to them, and in my haste as I neared them I also tripped. I fell with my face landing on daddy's chest. He didn't move; he didn't grunt. He just laid there. Somehow, even at ten years old, I knew he was dead. The two weeks following are a blur to me. It's a collage of images, of the ambulance, the hospital, and the funeral; of family and friends sitting in the living room or standing in the kitchen eating and sometimes laughing. Even now, all these years later, it still seems so unreal to me. Although momma has never spoken of daddy's death with me, I'm sure she was feeling the same as me at the time. Chapter Two It was about a month after the funeral that I noticed that momma didn't seem to be herself. She never got dressed, but instead stayed in her blue housecoat. She had also taken to sleeping most of the time, only getting up to go to the bathroom, or sometimes she'd find her way to the kitchen to eat. We never talked. Mostly she just cried. It was like I didn't exist. I knew my way around the kitchen enough to heat up some soup, or how to make tuna fish sandwiches, and that's what we lived on about the next six months. I would go to school during the day, then go right home to take care of momma. I learned to do the shopping, the laundry, and how to write a check to pay the bills. But. like any ten year old kid, I had hadn't learned to keep my mouth shut. Things had been going as they were for about six months, almost at the end of the school year, when I made my first mistake. I had been given homework to do by my math teacher Mr. Black, but because I had stayed up late watching TV, I didn't get the work done. I was, after all, a ten year old kid with almost no parental control. What was worse, this was the third time in the last two weeks that I hadn't gotten it done. Mr. Black teacher had warned me I'd be in trouble if it happened again. The next day, at the beginning of math class, Mr. Black went around the room, collecting everyone's homework. Then he came to me. When I didn't offer him my paper he asked "Your homework Miss White?" Not knowing what to say I stammered "I. I didn't. I didn't get it done.." With a stern voice he said. "I will see you after class!" Since math class was my last class of the day, I knew then that I was going to miss my bus home. It was going to be a long ride home. Although I was in trouble with him, I sort of liked Mr. Black. He sometimes kidded me about our last names, his being Black and mine being White. He said that we were opposites, and that opposites attract., but I didn't really understand what he meant. When the end of class came, I stayed in my seat. For ten minutes Mr. Black ignored me as he graded everyone else's papers. All I could do was fidget and worry what kind of trouble I was now in. As he was finishing the last paper he said "Come up here Miss White." I timidly left my seat and approached his desk, finally ending up standing across the desk from him. Without looking up he said sternly "Over here." while pointing to his right side. He put the last paper on the pile and turned to look at me. He reached out with his hand, putting it on my waist, and pulled me closer. I was standing between his spread legs. I was afraid to look into his eyes, which left me staring at his lap. It seemed like something about his lap was odd. the front of his pants were all puffed out. Chapter 3 "Look at me!" he commanded, his voice taking on the tone that all kids know. The tone that says "You are in big trouble with me" I didn't want to, but I quickly brought my eyes up until I was looking into his. I didn't like what I saw. "Explain to me why you failed to do your homework," again his voice had that tone, "and you had better not lie to me. Not, if you know what is good for you!" he growled. Now I was really scared. I stammered "I. watched TV.. It got late." That was all I was able to get out before I started crying. Mr. Black reached out with both hands and wrapped them around me in a hug, pulling me so that my belly covered his lap and my face lay against his chest. "There, there Amy." He said in a much softer voice. "There is no reason to cry." He murmured into my ear. He kept me hugging me, holding me over his lap for a short time. I soon realized what had made Mr. Black's lap seem all puffed out before. his pee-pee! It seemed so huge against my belly. I tried to stand back up, and he reluctantly let me. He looked me in the eyes and said "Now, explain to me again, without crying, why you didn't get your home work done." So I told him the whole story; about how mommy had taken to sleeping all the time, about how she never seemed to get dressed any more, and about how I had started taking care of the things like the laundry, the cooking, and paying the bills. With a slight smile he said "My, my. you seem to have such large responsibilities for such a little girl" Then he pulled me forward and hugged me again. This time, as he held me, I felt a movement under my belly. It felt like something lightly bumping up against me. "Everything will be ok." He said lightly into my ear. As he was saying this, I reached my hand up in and between his body and mine. I wondered what it was that was moving. Could it really be his pee-pee? When my hand reached the bulge in Mr. Black's lap, I gave it a squeeze. When I did that, I herd him let out a sigh. It was so big! Just as I was about to give it another squeeze he quickly released me, pushing me up until I was standing. His eyes again had that look. "Don't you know that touching men there is bad Amy?" he barked at me. As he said this his hand grabbed my arm, and then he pulled me down so that I was laying across his lap. "First", he said, "I'm going to punish you for your insolence. Then you and I are going to your house and discuss this with your mother!" With that he flipped the back of my dress up and exposing my white panties. Chapter Four Wasting no time he started slapping my behind. It hurt so bad, and all I could do was squirm. I kept trying to bring my legs up, to help block the blows, but my feet were up under his desk. All I ended up doing was hurting the heels of my feet as I kicked the underside of his desk. The kicking actually hurt worse than the spanking, so I quit and just laid there crying. Although I had seen it happen to other kids, I had never been spanked before. Neither my mother nor my father had ever spanked me. Mr. Black was doing more than reddening my bottom. he was also breaking my spirit! Besides crying, all I could do was lay there and take it. After about a dozen more slaps to my behind he stopped. On the last blow he left his hand resting on my very sore bottom. This actually felt good, as his hand absorbed some of the heat the spanking had caused. It also seemed to take some of the sting away. I also noticed, for the first time, that he seemed to moving me up and down across his lap. Finally, over the sounds of my own sobbing, I heard him let out a sigh. He left me on his lap for several moments, and then he grabbed my arm and pushed me up until I was standing. I stood before him, shaking and sobbing, although he hardly seemed to notice me. His breathing seemed to be labored, and his face was flushed. Looking down I noticed a small wet spot in the front of his pants, and all I could think of was that Mr. Black had peed his pants. "Amy," he said, obviously still trying to catch his breath, "let that be a lesson to you." I was still very shaken up, and all I could do was nod my head. "Tell me what you've learned? he asked. At first I didn't know what he wanted me to say, and hesitated a bit before speaking. Then, though my sobs, I blubbered "nnnot to. not to touch. touch peoples pee-pees." "No," he replied, "the lesson you learned was not to do it without being asked to do it." He continued "It's a lesson I'm sure you won't forget for awhile, but when you do I will be sure to remind you!" With that, he stood up and said, "First, you can thank me for teaching you your lesson, and then lets get you home." When I didn't say anything, he said "Or do you need another lesson Miss White?", and he started to reach for my arm. "No.. please?", I said. And then, "Thank you for teaching me my lesson Mr. Black." I said between more sobs. With a nod of his head he took my hand and said "Lets go.." The ride home was, for the most part, uneventful. I finally quit crying. I looked over at Mr. Black's lap, and noticed that it was no longer bulging. The wet spot was all but gone. If I hadn't known where to look I wouldn't have known it was ever there. What was not gone was the soreness of my behind. I still felt the heat that the spanking had generated. It was a feeling I would come to know well. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----