“They said you might tell me to get undressed, or at least take my panties off.” she said shyly. “And they said I had to do it if you told me to.”
Her scared glances kept sneaking over to where John was still finger-fucking the crucified nun, so I asked the child what she thought of that.
“It looks like he's hurting her.” she answered. “I'm glad he's not doing that to me. I wouldn't like it.”
“Maybe I'll try that with you later, Susie.” I told her. “Just to see if you'd like it. But now, while we are eating our shrimp cocktail, I want you to stand here right near me and then bend way over away from me. That way I'll be able to see and feel your cute round little bottom while you take off your panties, just like they told you.”
She hesitated for a moment at this indecent order from an adult total stranger. She looked at the older girl in the nun's habit, bound to the cross and weeping and struggling to escape the obscene handling by John, but then Susie remembered the whipping she had received for disobeying before, so she began to react as ordered.
Within easy reach of my hand as I sat at the small dining table and dunked my shrimp in the hot stimulating cocktail sauce, little Susie bent over away from me. At first she looked in this position like a perfect circle of white frills and ruffles, from the middle of which two firm pink legs projected straight down. The crisp petticoats kept her wide skirt out from her hips even when she leaned over like this, and the sea of cute ruffles extended down to a narrow band that passed between her plump thighs.
One of my hands gently caressed her upper legs and felt the firmly rounded outlines of her bottom, even as she seemed to flinch from my touch. Then I urged her on to taking off her panties, and she reached her hands up among the welter of ruffles to unfasten the waistband that held her cute little panties up. After some tugging and wiggles, the whole central section of the frilly white circle seemed to come out as she pulled down the garment while still leaving the short surrounding petticoats.
As soon as I saw how the operation worked, I told the child that I'd take over from there. Slowly to tease myself with this wildest dream come true, I pulled down her white ruffled panties till they hung about her thighs, well below her crotch. Her buttocks and ass and cunt were all starring right at me, within easy reach, and all so bare and pink and cute that I thought I was going to cry out in sheer pleasure at having a lifelong dream realized.
At first I only dared look, not wanting to touch for fear that I would wake up and find the whole evening was just a figment of my demented imagination. Framed in the crisp white frills of her starched petticoats were the delightfully round pink hills of her bottom, with the delicate groove of her ass running down the middle. In that strained pose I could even see the darker pink rosebud of her anus nestled at the bottom of the tender, soft valley. And just below was the tight slit with the fat pink lips on either side that was her childish cunt. It was partly hidden between her thighs, but I could see enough to know that it was there, and that it was mine. Susie was all mine to use in any way that pleased me.
As I gradually came to accept the reality of this bizarre and exciting situation, my hands reached out and gently caressed the soft warm flesh. I have heard men crudely describe things as being smooth as a baby's ass”. Susie was not really a baby, but I know that I have never felt anything so smooth and radiantly warm and caressable as that little bottom as my hands ran lovingly over it. After a few moments of this gentle stroking, Susie seemed to relax a little when she was subjected to no pain. But I felt her tense up with alarm when I drew a finger softly down the velvet groove between those exquisite buttocks, just barely stroking her little asshole and her cuntlips.
Then I patted her lightly across her bottom with the palm of my hand, and said, “All right, Susie. You can stand up now and bring in the soup.”
She jerked upright and turned toward me, her face a bright red from embarrassment and from bending over. And surprisingly enough she looked even cuter and more exciting as she stood there before me, ready to remove the cocktail dishes from the table. With her hands full, I had her stand there a moment and turn slowly around so that I could savor the full beauty of the sight.
Her wide bouffant skirt was held out from her little body by the supporting petticoats, and below I could clearly see her whole lower belly, hips, and crotch. In front her bare hairless slit was rimmed by plum pink lips that almost seemed to be pouting for my attention. In back the deep valley between her ass-cheeks only made their perky prominence more delectable. And she was naked and available and MINE all the way from her trim little waist down to her demure little white ankle-socks.
This experience was too completely wonderful for me to take a chance on spoiling it by rushing things. I had complete faith in my friend John, and in the management of this wonderful institution known as The Club, so I knew that with them supplying the raw materials, it was up to me to turn the evening into a really superb experience for myself, no matter what it might cost Susie, my child partner in the approaching activities.
“All right, Susie. Now get us the soup course.” I told her, and my heart and soul jumped with pleasure at the sight of her little ass-cheeks alternately tensing and relaxing as she walked away from me to obey. In a matter of seconds she was back with steaming bowls of soup, and as she walked toward me I could see the firm round thighs pumping back and forth beside her little cunt-slit as if they were intentionally caressing it and stimulating it for my future enjoyment.
When she had placed the dishes before us, I had had stand close beside me again, and while eating with my right hand, I gently inserted the middle finger of my left hand between her plump little thighs, very high up, just where they joined her belly. The child winced, and started to object to my move, but a stern glance from me, and the memory of her lesson in discipline, kept her obedient and passive. I made no effort to hurt or violate her in any way, for I just greatly caressed this hot pink grotto, teasing myself with this preview of what was to come.
When we had finished the soup, which was so good that even under these bizarre circumstances I noticed and enjoyed its superb flavor and bouquet, I had Susie remove the empty plates and bring in the main course which had been provided. Filet Mignon, rare in the middle but with a crust of well-done on the outside from the charcoal broiler, was accompanied by hashed-in-cream potatoes and asparagus tips with Hollandaise sauce. In spite of the obvious distractions, I managed to eat most of my servings and enjoyed every mouthful. During this course I had little Susie lie down on her stomach across my lap, so that her cute little chubby bottom was directly below my eyes, and readily available to my hands at all times. With her full skirt flipped up, there was visible across my legs, the cutest, most exciting, most delectable little set of hips and bottom-cheeks that could ever be imagined, and I took full advantage of their nearness by allowing my hands to play all over and around them whenever I was not actively engaged in cutting food or conveying it to my mouth. In addition to being aesthetically pleased with the party and my partner, I could now feel myself becoming physically excited by her closeness and the fact that I knew she was mine to use as my whims and desires dictated. This rising tide of sensual urges only served to increase the avidness with which my hands caressed and explored the exquisite conformations of Susie's delightful hips, buttocks, and thighs. She squirmed slightly under my intimate attentions, but dared not protest or try to evade my hands.
As he finished this entree John became bored with merely viewing and diddling his victim. He picked one of the candles from its holder on the table, and extended its flame toward the exposed and trussed nun till it was just below one of her darkly-pink nipples.
Instantly she shrieked in agony as her superlatively tender flesh was scorched, and he withdrew the flame to watch and enjoy her suffering. “Go ahead and bellow as loud as you want. No one can hear it outside of this room, and listening to your screams just gives added pleasure to my friends and me. And if you think what you just felt is bad, just wait till you feel what I'm dreaming up for you later this evening. Then you'll really know what pain is.”
After this encouragement to the helpless suffering girl, he applied the flame beneath her other nipple, and smiled in terrible sadistic pleasure as she screamed and struggled under the torture and we could all smell the aroma of broiling flesh. At length he stopped this torment and sat gloating at the terrible ordeal he was subjecting her to.
When she had calmed a little and was only whimpering in agony from the seared summits of her lovely breasts, John again thrust the burning candle at her defenseless body. This time the flickering flame singed the hairy thatch that overshadowed the entrance to her cunt, and the odor of burning hair greeted our nostrils. She jerked and cried in alarm as she saw the flame approaching her crotch, but it was several seconds before he was actually burning the sensitive tissues at the front of her vulva. With her legs bound tightly together in her enforced pose on the cross, John could not effectively remove all the hair from her cunt, for a lot was protectively clamped between her full firm thighs.
