This is a confession of when I was a senior in high school. I was on the tennis team and I practiced at this tennis court in the city park. I usually practiced with one of my high school team mates but if they were busy or whatever I would practice against the practice wall. On one of those days a man came and said he was looking for someone to play with so we played a couple of sets. He was good and he kept me right on the edge of winning but I lost. I didn't know he was really a well known player and he could play so well that he could manage my score. But what it meant was that I was frustrated and I hated losing and every game I played I lost by a just that much. He came to the tennis court while I practiced after school, I played him and lost, he told me what I was doing wrong and how to improve, but it didn't matter how hard I tried I lost.

After one devastating loss I threw my racket on the court and cussed and walked over to me and slapped my face. It wasn't a little slap, it was great big slap, whack turning my face around. I tried to slap him, he grabbed my arm and twisted me around and told me to take control or he was going to have to spank me. When he let go I tried to slap him again, he grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the bench, he sat down and laid me over his lap and spanked me with his hand. I was crying by then and he called me a sissy and sore loser while he patted my butt with his hand, he ran his hand around and around my butt asking me if I was going to be a good little girl, that he wanted me to be a real good little girl. His two fingers slipped down into my crack and he pushed them up hard against me and asked me if I liked being a good little girl. His fingers kept rubbing me, he was pushing hard against my shorts and he asked me if I had on pink panties. I said yes because he could see my panties under my shorts.

He asked me if I was going to be a good little girl and I said yes so he let me stand up and he pulled me against his chest holding my by my butt. While he held me he asked for a kiss, his hands were so tight on my butt cheeks, I kept telling him that I was always a good little girl and he put his mouth up for me to kiss him. It was my first kiss. He said he had thought about it and he was going to take me home after all.

We went to his car and we drove to his home and went into the garage. In his house he told me that I was going to be the best little girl and he was going to show me why he wanted to love me. He undressed me in the kitchen, I took off my shoes and socks and he took off my clothes until I was totally naked in the kitchen. It was cold and he held me by my shoulders and he looked at me. After a few minutes he told me it was time and he walked me back to his bedroom, he turned down the bedspread and sheets and told me to get on the bed and wait for him to get undressed. I waited because he took his time, first his shoes and socks and then he slowly got undressed, folding his clothes not like my clothes that were all over the floor in the kitchen.

He was totally naked and he asked me if I knew why God had made me a little girl, to think hard about it. I guessed several times but he told me I was wrong, until finally he pushed me on my back and told me God made me a little girl so he could fuck me and to open my legs and he laid on me and he fucked me. While he fucked me he kept asking me to tell him why God had made me a little girl. What was I good for. Why God had given me such a pretty face, why God had give me such nice breasts, why God had given me such a nice pussy, why God had sent me to him to fuck. He fucked me until he filled me up and got off and told me that I was such a nice little girl that he was going to fuck me some more but first he had to rest.

I have never been anyone else's little girl. The little girl me belongs to him.