Saving the Little Girl Next Door
Copyright© 2004 by ku
Chapter 10
Before long, I was in Wayne's bathtub. He had to take off all his poo-stained clothes (as well as mine) and dump them in the washing machine. The big fat man almost drowned me in the bathtub as he washed me.
"Didn't your father ever toilet train you?" Wayne asked.
"I wanted to tell you I needed to go to the toilet, but I had a sock in my mouth."
"I've been spanking little children like you for twenty years now, and nothing like this has ever happened."
"Do you spank Erika if she's bad?"
"Of course," said Wayne, holding my body still as he washed my underarm. "I spanked Erika all the time when she was little, but nowadays I perform more painful punishments."
"Why?"
"If you spank a kid for a while, the kid starts to get used to it. You have to make the punishment more and more painful over time if you want the punishment to be effective. Whipping a girl is scary, but next time I punish her I've got to come up with something more painful."
"Like what?"
"Let me show you."
Wayne placed both his hands beneath my armpits and lifted me from the bathtub. Brown water dripped from my body. With a towel the old man dried my naked body very thoroughly. He was treating me like a father, with lots of attention, and this made me feel good. Wayne went downstairs to the laundry room and told me to follow. Some of Erika's old clothes were thrown at me.
"Put these on," said Wayne, "and follow me to the backyard."
After putting on a blue shirt and a pink dress, I went out the back door to the backyard. Wayne was waiting for me. He stood near a giant wooden crate with the words HANDLE WITH CARE printed on the side.
"I got this crate here shipped over from Africa," said Wayne. From the ground he picked up a crowbar. "Do you know what's in it?"
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