Mr. Franks Summer Camp

Part 1

Everyone knows that summertime is when the big movie blockbusters come out. Well, it is no different for Mr. Black and his underground film operation. It's just that whereas the major films take a year to make, Mr. Frank often take only a day. 

        Dressed in tan slacks of a light breathable material, a black short sleeve pullover and loafers, and a simple platinum watch, Mr. Frank walked down the hall of his studio toward the first sound stage. Behind him, a totally naked girl of thirteen carried a sliver tray on which rested a martini shaker and a Baccarat crystal martini glass. he boy was very careful not to make any noise by shifting the tray so the glass and shaker might jiggle. She walked very carefully with her cute naked breasts on the thick plush rub. One time, early on in her training, before the whippings and electricity and the dogs and the pigs and horses, Trisha had tripped while carrying the tray. She will never ever forget that day. Mr. Frank does not anger easily, and he almost never loses it, so the dropped tray did not upset him. He even knelt next to the naked girl and helped her to retrieve the spilled items.  

      "I am not angry, Trisha," had said kindly. "I am actually more upset about the spilled vodka than I am about the tray and glass. Now you will have to rush back and make another perfect martini for me and bring it quickly, as I am quite thirsty. The girls rose smiling but with shaking hands. She was such a beautiful girl, the recent star of a very famous Mr. Frank film, "Trisha loses her cherry." Mr. Frank smiled again and brushed the girls silken hair. 

      "Of course we can't have you breaking all my crystal and denting my sterling with clumsy behavior, now can we? So, even though I am not in the least angry, I feel that you do need to be taught a lesson. Am I correct?" 

       Trisha's beautiful full lower lip began to tremble. It was the girl’s natural cocksucker lips that first attracted Mr. Frank to her. Trisha knew bad things were about to happen. "It won't happen again." she said, a sweet pout on his lips and a frown on her face. 

       Mr. Frank actually laughed. He seldom actually laughed; his blood gave him a kind of natural severity, or perhaps it was the anguish and abuse he has suffered as a child. At any rate, he laughed on this occasion.  "Oh, I know it won't happen again. If it does, I'll have piranhas eat your pussy and breasts. And I'd hate to lose those pretty little melons that are just starting to develop." He reached out and gently cupped the girls small breasts. "No, I'm sure it won't happen again. Still, I do believe a bit of corrective action might prove incentive, am I correct?" 

        A big old tear rolled down the sweet soft face of the little girl “Yes, sir." She said. 

        "Good. Then pick up the largest piece of broken crystal Trisha. Be very careful not to cut your fingers.  Fine now shove it up your pussy!" 

        The little Girls eyes grew wide with horror.