"In a strange way, I got a sort of a little thrill when he just warned me, and then I'd play with myself and remember how it felt when he did spank me. Finally, he did spank me, but when I began to reach out and stroke his cock, and when I didn't really cry, he caught on and told me I liked it too much, and that I was just like my mother. He told me he wasn't going to spank me any more.
"But I used to sneak around and watch him and Mom when they would have one of their sessions. I learned to masturbate with things that would hurt my cunt a little not things that would actually cut it, but things like oh the handle of a hairbrush that had carved figures on it, and the handle of a wrench of my Dad's that had rough markings on it.
"When I was ten and eleven, I was a holy terror a real pest with boys. I somehow wanted to torment them and make them so mad that maybe one of them would take my pants down and spank me, or maybe even hit me in the face, like Dad hit Mom. I'd never been hit like that, but I remembered all the times she would drag herself across the floor and suck his prick before they went to bed for one of their sessions.
"But the way I acted only made the boys avoid me, and I just got more and more frustrated. I used to masturbate a lot, but it got less and less fun, and I got sick and tired of just remembering the few times that my Dad spanked me. I played with a boy who lived down the street from me, and I used to try to get him to play house, where he'd be the daddy and I'd be the little girl, and I'd be bad and he'd take my panties down and spank me. But he was only eight and he was too scared. Besides, he didn't hit me hard enough to do any good, and he'd always change the game to something else. I even used to try to get his cock hard by playing with it, but he wouldn't go for that. One day, his mother caught me playing with him that way, and she wouldn't let me play there anymore.
"When I was eleven, my body was really beginning to develop. I looked as if I were about fifteen. I'd even begun to use lipstick, and my Mom let me dress a lot older and sexier than I really was. My breasts were already large enough for me to be wearing a bra. I was still in grammar school, but I never hung around my own school friends. Instead, I used to hang around the places where the high school kids gathered, and most of them just thought I was one of them.
"That's when I met Dick. I was at this hamburger stand, with a lot of other kids, when he walked over and started to talk to me. He asked me my name, and I told him. He said I was a 'good-looking chick’ and w o n d e r e d why he hadn't seen me around at the school dances, and at basketball or football games, and so on. I made up all sorts of lies, because I didn't want him to know how old I was. He was eighteen, and a senior, and he had his own car.
"He was good-looking, too, and for my taste he was sexy-looking. We talked awhile, and he bought me a coke and a hot dog. Then he suggested we take a ride in his car. I was too interested in him to say no, because I was afraid he'd never ask me again. Besides, I was already hot for him or for anybody, I guess.
"We got into his car and we drove to the hills. He began to talk about sex and stuff like that. He even asked me in a roundabout way, if I'd ever screwed. I didn't say much because I didn't want him to know that I'd never done anything with a boy that I'd only dreamt about it. The more he talked about sex, and how nice my breasts were, and what a cute shape I had, the hotter I got. I was a little scared, but the excitement was a lot greater than my fear.
"He went down a narrow dirt road after a while, and stopped the car in a little clearing near a creek that was almost dried up. 'Nobody will bother us here,' he said.
"We sat there for a minute. I didn't really know what I was supposed to do, so I just sat, waiting for him to make a move. After a minute, he slid across the seat and put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth. I didn't even know how to kiss, but when I felt his tongue pry my mouth open, I relaxed and opened my mouth and let him dig it into my mouth. I tried sucking on it, and even shoved my tongue into his mouth and that seemed to be what he wanted. He slid one hand up inside my sweater and unhooked my bra. Then he began to play with the nipple of one of my breasts.
"I began to get that warm, funny feeling between my legs, and the kissing got hotter. My cunt was getting wet and hot, and I wanted him to do a lot more.
"He slid his hand up under my skirt and down inside my panties, running his finger over the lips of it. I had hair under my arms and around my pussy, and when he shoved his finger up inside my cunt and began to massage my clit, I almost flipped with wanting him to go further.
"Take it easy, Ginny, I won't hurt you,' he kept saying. Wasn't that a laugh? If he only knew how much I wanted him to hurt me, he'd have probably driven off without me.
"I felt like I was dreaming on a cloud. I remembered the spankings from my Dad and how good they had felt. I remembered how my Mom moaned in pleasure when my Dad hit her, then fucked and mauled her, biting and scratching her body. I began to moan with pleasure as Dick used his strong fingers to dig into my cunt and into the flesh of my thighs as he spread them wider and wider, so he could go farther inside me with his finger.
"Hit me," I suddenly whispered to him.
"He drew back and looked at me, startled. His finger was still deep inside me. 'What did you say?' he asked.
"Spank me hard. I need it. I really do. I want it,' I told him. I tried to turn over so that my ass was where he could hit it, but all he did was take his hand away from my crotch, shove me aside and say, 'What are you, some kind of a weirdo?’
"I began to panic. I was so hot, and so close to what I'd wanted for so long. I guess I was half-begging when I said 'No, I'm not a weirdo. Honest. You've got to do this for me… please, Dick,… please.’
"He looked at me for a second, then shrugged and said, 'Okay, if that's what you want.' With that, he brought one hand down on my ass with a stinging smack. It sent the chills through me, it felt so good. He did it again, and I moved so that he could really get a good swing at me. 'Do it until I tell you to stop,' I told him. While he was spanking me, I tried to get his cock in my hand. I could feel it, hard and exciting, through his pants. I was going crazy, and finally I managed to unzip his pants and get it out. And then every time he would slap me, I would squeeze it and stroke it.
"We got out of the car and laid on the grass. I took my panties off and he took his pants off. I was fascinated by his stiff, throbbing prick. It was almost as big as my Dad's and I wanted to touch it, even kiss and mouth it, something awful.
"I laid on my stomach and begged Dick to spank me some more, and he did. The warm feeling in my cunt overwhelmed me. Then, as he began to hit me harder and faster, I had my first orgasm. It wasn't much, but it was better than I'd had with my fingers or any of the objects I'd used to masturbate.
"I rolled over on my back, spread my legs wide, like I'd seen my mother do, and said, 'Oh, Dick do it to me! Please do it to me!’
"He was excited too, and he crawled on top of me. I felt his prick pushing against the lips of my pussy, and I jumped around, so eager to help him get it in. But it just wasn't going in. Finally, he maneuvered me around so that my legs were spread wide, and my knees were way up, and he rammed it into me with one big lunge! It hurt and I screamed. I couldn't help it.
"Dick jumped away, pulling his cock out and looking down at the flecks of blood on his prick. 'God, you're still a virgin!' he said. 'I wouldn't have believed it, the way you've been acting. Good God!’
" 'Please try some more,' I begged. 'I want you to do it to me.’