Tracie worked in the girl’s department of a store and one year, around Easter time, an older male customer came in and had some unusual requests. He wanted Tracie to try on a little girls outfit to see how it looked. It seemed odd to Tracie and she wondered if there were more, kinky “requirements” to this interesting customer. Turns out, he is willing to pay her to go with him, she doesn’t know to where, but it turns out to be a pageant for “little girls,” where he wants her to enter! This short story (21 pages) has all over 18 characters. There is age play, spanking, dress up, and sexual language and situations. C. J. Starr writes great sex! Excerpt: “Come here,” he said. I moved to stand just in front of him, head down, eyes up as he’d shown me earlier. “You’ve taken all this like a duck to water, haven’t you, pumpkin?” I nodded. I didn’t know why I felt so comfortable, so aroused by all of this, but it all certainly spoke to my kinky side. “Pity you didn’t win, but Sakura was quite fetching, wasn’t she?” He rocked back and forth. “Maybe we’ll order in something special like that, for you, next year.” I shivered at the idea of doing this all again next year. But what would keep me entertained until then? “Now, since you obviously didn’t try your hardest, time for your punishment.” He patted his knee. “Over here. Now.” I knew what he wanted, and my arousal increased. I’d had men -- college boys, really -- spank me, after I had begged them to do it. Now, he offered -- demanded, that I present myself over his knee for a good spanking. I rested over his knees, head down, palms on the floor, ass in the air. He pushed up the hem of my dress, and then pulled my panties down. I sucked in a breath as the cool air of the room hit my damp pussy. First, he touched the wet lips gently, as if testing their surface. “Already wet?” I could hear the surprise in his voice. I managed a shrug, even in this position, but didn’t speak. “Most girls need a little more coaching.” Now appreciation tinged his voice. “Very nice.” His hand came away, and then fell with a fierce, resounding smack against the jiggly flesh of my ass. Twice more he spanked me and had me squirming against him, trying to rub my clit against his thighs, my breasts against his calves, anything to find relief. I’d never felt this turned on this quickly, and I wanted more. “Up!” he told me, and I stood on wobbly legs. “To the vanity.” I walked across the floor. He stood and followed. In front of the mirror, he turned me and lifted the hem of my dress so I could see his burning red handprints on my ass. “Now, hands on the vanity,” he said, and I knew the time had finally come. He opened one of its drawers and removed a condom. I watched him in the mirror as he unzipped his trousers, pulled out his long, slim cock, and sheathed himself. I bent over, my hands on the surface of the vanity, right next to the little porcelain unicorn, my legs spread. He moved the vanity stool between my legs, brought one knee up to it, grasped my hips in his hands, and pulled me back onto his waiting cock. Easter Best by CJ Starr 5432 words 21 pages m/f Kinky, spanking, age play