The little girl pushed her tiny fingers under the tops of her blue jeans, pushing downward until her digits also worked their way under the elastic at the top of her underwear.
Sandy peeled down her jeans and her panties at the same time. Roberta Jean Richardson took a peek at the little girl's underwear. The panties were pink.
Miss Richardson could see that there was a little wet spot in the crotch of those panties. The counselor was pleased to discover that the little girl's cunt was already lubricating itself.
Sandy sat down on the toilet with her knees spread. Miss Richardson knelt before her with great interest expressed on her beautiful face.
"I want to be able to see the tinkle come out," Miss Richardson said. The little girl leaned forward a little and reached between her legs with both hands.
Sandy used the tips of her tiny fingers to peel back her inner cunt lips so that they would not get in the way of her golden urine.
Miss Richardson smacked her lips obscenely as she watched the yellow juice spurt from the pussy. Sandy felt naughty and good. She felt like showing off.
Sandy knew how to contract her muscles so that her urine squirted out like a masculine ejaculation – but the joke was missed on Miss Richardson.
When Sandy was done with her pee Miss Richardson said, "Let me wipe your little pussy for you."
"Okie-dokie," Sandy said cheerfully. The beautiful blonde tore off several sheets of toilet paper.
Miss Richardson stuck her hand up under the little girl's tail and Sandy let loose involuntarily with one last squirt of pee, getting all over the woman's hand.
"Ooops," Sandy said. Her face felt hot as she flushed with embarrassment.
"I guess you weren't quite finished yet," Miss Richardson said with a laugh. "Don't turn all red on me. I don't mind. I like it."
Miss Richardson wiped that pussy gingerly with the toilet paper and Sandy shivered. She had never been wiped by someone else before. It felt a thousand times better than when she did it herself.
Miss Richardson then stood and washed off her hands. Sandy flushed and began to pull up her pants.
"Don't bother. You might as well take them off. You aren't going to be needing them for awhile anyway," Miss Richardson said rather sternly.
Sandy sensed a new attitude in Miss Richardson, an attitude that she was not completely comfortable with.
Sandy was starting to suspect that Miss Richardson had quite a bit of the bitch in her – and she was about to let herself be tied up.
"I don't know about this bondage stuff," Sandy said as she removed her pants.
"It's too late to chicken out now. Come on. Hurry up," Miss Richardson said.
"Okay, okay. I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying," Sandy exclaimed, sounding as if she had just contracted echolalia.
Sandy kicked her panties off. Her shoes were on the floor. Miss Richardson took the Italian girl by the hand and led her into the bedroom.
"You will get on the bed on your back," Miss Richardson said. The tone of her voice made it clear that she was not in the mood to take no for an answer.
"Yes, ma'am," Sandy said with a salute that was supposed to be funny. Sandy could then see that Miss Richardson was not in the mood to laugh.
"I will get the materials with which you will be bound," Miss Richardson said, sounding quite formal all of a sudden. She went to the closet.
Miss Richardson decided that she was going to use nylon stockings to bind the little girl. Luckily her bed had four bedposts at the corners.
That made it perfect for bondage purposes. The second the woman got to the side of the bed she grabbed Sandy by her tiny left wrist.
Sandy could feel her arm being pulled back over her head very hard. Miss Richardson hurt the little girl. Sandy thought her arm would be broken at the wrist or the elbow.
She thought her shoulder might be ripped out of its socket and she let out a sharp cry of pain. Miss Richardson told her to be quiet and threatened to gag her.
Sandy's arm was pulled back over her head so that the elbow was locked in the straight position. Miss Richardson tied the first nylon stocking around the little girl's wrist and the wooden bedpost at the same time.
It was now obvious from the woman's behavior that she didn't give a shit how much she hurt little Sandy.
The black haired beauty could tell right away that the blonde counselor was relishing the pain she dished out.
The diminutive teenager could feel the nylon stocking cutting off the circulation of blood to her hand.
She could tell without looking that the tips of her left fingers were turning a deep purple color.
The little girl could feel pins and needles in the tips of her digits, but she knew they wouldn't be there long.
Sandy could tell that soon she would be able to feel nothing in her fingers. They would be completely numb.
Sandy tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles and found that she could only do this with increasing difficulty.
She could tell that before long she would not be able to move her fingers at all. They would be rendered immobile by the stringent bondage.
Since the head of the bed was pressed flush against the wall, Miss Richardson had to circle around the foot to get to the other side.
Miss Richardson moved with an animalistic grace. She moved as if she were a wild jungle beast in heat encircling her helpless prey.
Miss Richardson repeated the process with the other arm and moved to the foot of the bed. Sandy had an expression of unadulterated terror on her face.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I think it is fun."
"But you are hurting me badly."
"That's what makes it fun."
"But why? Why, Miss Richardson?"
"Because I don't like your attitude."
"What about my attitude?"
"You are a smart ass, Sandy."
"I'll be nicer. I promise. Just untie me."
"Not until I have had my way with you."
"I will scream. I'll scream rape."
"That would be a mistake, Sandy."
"What would you do to me?"
"I would just beat the shit out of you. I would beat you until you couldn't scream anymore. You wouldn't tell on me and you aren't going to tell on me. You are too frightened of me to do that."
Miss Richardson grabbed both of the little girl's trim ankles at the same time, gripping them tightly, and she pulled her legs far open with a single sweep of her arms. Sandy could have kicked and struggled but she did not. She had decided that it was in her best interests to be cooperative and hope that the whole thing was over as quickly as possible.
Sandy could feel her ankles being tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Her eyes filled with tears so that she had to blink more frequently than usual to keep her vision clear.
Sandy could feel her pussy opening and becoming vulnerable. It was then that Sandy began to feel her horniness and her fear mixing inside her rattled brain. They were melting together. Sandy could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before her terror and her lust were all but indistinguishable.
Miss Richardson opened the door to the closet and got up on her toes so she could reach a shoe box that was on the top shelf. She pulled it down.
Across the top in block letters written in magic marker, it read, "TOYS." Miss Richardson took off all of her clothes. Sandy had to admit that the blonde – as cruel as she was – had one fantastic body. She was like an amazon woman!
When Miss Richardson was naked she flicked the top of the cardboard box off with a flick of her thumbnail.
She reached inside and pulled out a huge black rubber dildo. Sandy's eyes went wide when she saw it.
Indeed, the Italian girl's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils.