The poorer a young girl was, the easier it was to seduce her. He knew that and that’s why he was always drawn to the Black Sea. Here, in Romania, there was exactly the kind of poverty that fills girls with dreams and hopes. And here you can still find the unspoiled femininity that a man in the West has to search long and hard for. That was by no means a coincidence. It was the result of a traditional upbringing that has not changed for centuries. A Romanian father knew that you had to raise a boy to be a man and a girl to be a woman.

But teenagers are the same everywhere. As soon as the young brats feel like women, they do everything they can to be perceived as such. And they seem to instinctively know how to pose and what to wear in order to attract attention.

Like this little girl, for example. She pretended to be standing at the side of the road just by chance. But in reality, she was hoping that someone would stop and give her a lift. That’s what the girls here did. Especially the ones from the interior, who had grown up in really poor circumstances and saw every man with a car as a rich man whose wealth they wanted to get a little piece of.

A car with a western license plate was almost like a lucky strike for these naive girls. And if it was also one of those fancy SUVs from which you could look down on all the others, then they seemed to lose all their warning signals at once. In the case of the little girl I had noticed, at least a smile and an inviting gesture had been enough to get her little bottom into the passenger seat. She was now sitting there and looking at me from the side with interest. The fact that I was probably twice her age didn’t seem to bother her. And the fact that I cheekily placed my right hand on her thigh was obviously a sign of affection for her. So she was a naive girl who would be easy for me to play with.

I had noticed her because she was still very young and somehow still seemed unspoiled. With most of the pussies on the roadside, you could see at second glance that they wanted to be paid before they came to the hotel room. I wondered whether my father’s upbringing had failed or whether the need was simply too great to resist the temptation. My little girl at least gave the impression that she had just left home to seek her fortune on the Black Sea coast. She was wearing plain jeans, under which a nicely rounded bottom was visible. Under her red T-shirt, two cute breasts were vying for attention, which she was probably deliberately wearing without a bra so that the buds could push through the thin fabric.

I never booked a hotel when I was at the Black Sea. A vacation home not only offered much more freedom. There was also no doorman to ask nosy questions and no one looked indignant when a grown man turned up in a restaurant with a girl who could have been his daughter, but obviously wasn’t.

She scraped together the meagre school English she had been taught and something like a conversation ensued. I asked her where she was from and she told me the name of a village, which of course I had never heard of. It was always good to question her as cleverly as possible, even if the stories were almost always the same. There were six siblings at home, she told me. She was the second oldest and this was her first trip to the coast. She was looking for work, she told me, and I took her word for it. Somewhere as a waitress or in a hotel was her idea of a good job. And of course she was still looking for a place to sleep.

Don’t worry, I let her know. I’m here all summer. I live in a small villa by the sea and I happen to be looking for a girl to keep the house tidy and keep me company. Her eyes shone. She could hardly believe how lucky she was. A friendly tourist and a job for the whole summer to boot. What could be better for a little adventurer from the interior of the country?

I noticed that she only had a small bag with her. So she didn’t have many clothes. So I decided to give her a little treat right at the start. I knew where there were a few nice boutiques and that’s exactly where I drove to and parked my Audi at the side of the road. Her little bottom was really tempting, I kept noticing as she followed my invitation to pick out a pretty little dress and maybe some summer shorts. She hesitated when she saw the prices, but I smiled encouragingly at her and she disappeared into the changing room.

Of course, she had to show me every dress because she supposedly couldn’t make up her mind. But I accepted the invitation and opted for a particularly summery and, above all, short one. It seemed a little too daring for her and she actually seemed to prefer a different dress. So I was patronizing and she was allowed to wear both to the checkout. After all, I was her sugar daddy and a certain generosity is important to make a young girl happy and willing. The cashier probably thought so too, giving me a knowing look as I held out my credit card.

In another store, I asked her to choose a pair of sexy shorts and the same game was repeated. I liked a pair of shorts that were so tight that they probably cut into her pussy and were so tight that you could see half her bottom. She preferred a rather plain model that showed off her bottom nicely but was otherwise rather inconspicuous. In the end, she kissed me for giving her both of them.

When we were standing in front of a lingerie boutique, she was coy. What a girl wears underneath is none of a man’s business, was obviously her opinion. So I handed her over to a sales clerk and asked her to choose something really pretty for my daughter. Of course, she realized that this was by no means my daughter and she directed her straight past the rummage tables to the back of the store. It was probably the first thong she had ever worn, I thought to myself as the selection was presented to me after an endlessly long fitting. I had everything packed in a fancy paper bag and was sure that the charming saleswoman had chosen just the right thing. I ignored the fact that my little girl was really embarrassed.

By now I had grown really fond of her and invited her to dinner. She would probably have been happy with a pizza, but down by the beach there was a small restaurant with excellent seafood and it amused me to watch her uncertainty as she studied the menu. She did as I expected and went along with my order.

Once in the car, she threw her arms around my neck and couldn’t give me as many kisses as she felt grateful for. It was a cute sight to see her so happy and I thought of the saying that an American friend of mine used to say: After laughing comes crying. Laughter is followed by tears. She would probably have this experience soon and I was looking forward to it.

When she arrived at my villa, I first showed her a cupboard where she could put her things. Then, for the first time, it was me who hugged her and held her close to me. My hands closed possessively around her bottom and I knew that I had found the right playmate for this vacation. I maneuvered her in front of a large mirror and turned her around so that we could both look at each other in the mirror and look into each other’s eyes. My hands wandered under her T-shirt and felt her breasts. They weren’t really big, but they still filled my palms and felt pleasantly warm and soft. Her buds were as hard as hazelnuts and I was pretty sure she was wet enough further down to be ready for me.

But first we had to sort out the business. She was twenty, she lied to me when I wanted to know her age. But it didn’t really matter, because she was obviously woman enough to go looking for men on the side of the road, she had let me give her plenty of presents. She had enjoyed a fish menu that she had probably never had on her plate in her entire life. She had followed me to my villa. She was damn young, she was pretty, she was still pretty naive – and she was mine.

The building was surrounded by a dense hedge and could not be seen from the outside. It was impossible to see that a barbed wire fence was hidden under the lush foliage. But it was important to make it impossible to overcome this obstacle, both from the inside and the outside. It was only a few steps to the sea, but there was also a large pool here, which promised more privacy than the beach, which had to be shared with all the tourists.

We agreed on a price and I let her know what I expected in return. It started with breakfast, which she not only had to prepare for me, but also serve. The villa was tiled throughout and had to be swept and then wet-mopped every day. I was allergic to dust, I let her know. So there could be no carelessness. I would only have a small snack at lunchtime and we would go out for dinner, I told her. She should wear one of her new dresses for that.

I tried to adopt the tone of a superior talking to his subordinate. She was still young, I mentioned, while she played the humble employee and kept her eyes lowered. I would therefore not only treat her like a housemaid, but also like a daughter. I asked her if her father had chastised her and she nodded bashfully. I wanted to know what he had taken for it and she mumbled something incomprehensible. I told her to answer my questions clearly, and she repeated the answer, which she was obviously embarrassed about. A leather belt. That was fitting and I had somehow expected it. Almost all the girls here looked back on an upbringing in which Dad’s leather belt had played a central role. The cane was still used at school, but that was another matter.

I have a leather belt too, I let her know, and I wouldn’t hesitate to use it if she didn’t do her chores conscientiously or showed rebelliousness. She nodded silently and I knew she would be a good girl. At least she would make an effort.

Her tasks in the house were not very extensive and she would have enough free time. She would spend it with me, I let her know and added that she was forbidden to leave the house without my permission. Of course she was allowed to use the pool after she had finished her work. When she meekly admitted that she didn’t have a swimsuit with her, she was told that it was just the two of us and that she wouldn’t need a swimsuit or a bikini. There was no nudism in Romania and she also seemed to take this news with dismay.

As a kind of signal that her working hours would begin right here and now, I instructed her to bring me a bottle of rosé by the pool. I told her to bring two glasses and informed her that she was of course also here to keep me company.

Two glasses of wine were enough to get her tipsy at least, I realized. I poured her a third without saying a word, even though she made it clear to me without saying a word that she didn’t really want it. But it was me who was making the decisions here. She should learn that, just as she should never be quite sure when she stopped being my girl and when her duties as my housekeeper began.

She was wearing the shortest of the two skirts I had bought her. It kept slipping up to her hips as we lay on a cushioned garden lounger made of woven rattan and took turns caressing and kissing each other. She was clearly aware of what was going to happen tonight and the alcohol had dulled her senses enough to let it happen without resistance. She was more than ready, I realized, as my fingers felt their way to the crucial spot. Her panties were soaked.

She ignored my request to take it off at first, but I gave her a rough slap on her thighs, which were just presenting themselves to me naked and invitingly. She flinched violently and her body went into a state of tension for a while. But she relaxed again and obediently did what I had asked of her. I also undid her dress and asked her to undress me too. She did so, knelt in front of me with her legs apart and began to unbutton my shirt and peel my light linen trousers off my body. When we were both naked, I pulled her towards the pool. The evening was summery warm and the water felt pleasant. She seemed to enjoy it and we swam in a race, kissing while she wrapped both legs around my body and splashing around like two innocent, naked children.

Back on the lounger, I went down on her pussy. It was high summer and therefore still quite light outside even at this time of year. So I allowed myself the pleasure of taking my time to see what my little girl had between her legs. I licked her until she started panting. I penetrated her with my tongue until she made gasping noises. I slowly but surely drove her to orgasm. Probably the first orgasm that a male tongue had ever triggered in her. She let out sharp cries while her whole body shook. She practically shoved her dripping pussy in my face so that I could continue. She felt with every fiber of her body that I was about to take possession of her. She came a second and finally a third time and then cuddled up to me, exhausted, while we gazed silently at the clear starry sky.

Her thigh was clearly reddening. Exactly where she had hit my flat right hand. Although that had been more of an encouraging slap and she was yet to find out what it really meant to receive blows from me.

It was probably approaching midnight when I released myself from her embrace and carried the relatively light girl inside the villa. We were both still naked and I had an unmistakable erection that demanded satisfaction. I didn’t feel like any more extensive foreplay, so I put her down on the bed and turned her onto her stomach. I knelt over her while the sight of her made my cock grow even more. I bravely grabbed her hips and pulled her up to me. Her back arched like a cat in an attack position. I indicated to her with light pressure on her spine that she should arch her back and she obeyed, albeit slowly and with visible reluctance. The insides of her thighs were sticky with her pleasure juices. But fresh moisture was already forming between the folds of her pussy, indicating renewed arousal.

She was tired and visibly reluctant to respond. So I gave her a few loud slapping blows on her ideally positioned buttocks. Alternating left and right, I hit her elastic flesh with both hands, which she acknowledged with a soft whimper while her bottom made stimulating bouncing movements.

At some point she realized that it was probably best to submit to my will and take the position I expected in return. I penetrated her without further ado and began to pump her with steady movements. At first I only penetrated her with the glans, but then I went deeper and deeper until I finally filled her completely and her little body was driven to violent movements by my thrusts. She really did have a beautifully shaped bottom, I realized again and again as I let my cock move in and out to its full length. I hadn’t been this hot on a woman for a long time and I fucked her extensively and almost brutally until she reacted more and more violently and finally began to tremble violently, which took over her whole body and was accompanied by strangely shrill noises. I came and unloaded with violent spasms until I was gripped by that infinite relaxation that came every time I fucked myself thoroughly.

She sank onto the bed sheet and bent her legs. I could see my slippery seminal fluid running out of her body. I told her to get up and take a shower.

She should shave thoroughly first thing in the morning, I whispered to her before we both fell asleep. Tufts of hair under my armpits and even more so between my legs were something I absolutely would not tolerate.

She had done what I had told her, I realized the next morning. I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the house. All the windows were open so that a pleasantly fresh morning breeze blew through the rooms. My girl was busy in the kitchen. She had obviously found everything she needed for a proper breakfast in my cupboards and was in the process of preparing a scrambled egg. She was wearing some kind of nightgown, I realized with a grin. It was just long enough to barely cover her bottom. She was naked underneath, I realized with interest and felt the first signs of lust stirring in me again.

What else I realized filled me with diabolical satisfaction. She had ignored my order and had not shaved as I had told her to. So she had been disobedient and deserved to be punished.

I kept my thoughts to myself until we had finished breakfast. Then I took her by the hand and led her from our breakfast table on the terrace into the villa. I bent her over the back of one of the massive leather armchairs and flipped her shirt up. Again, I enjoyed the sight of her two buttocks, which gaped wide apart in this position. I ran my hand between her thighs, pulled her back and gave her a sharp slap with my right hand, which made her cry out in surprise.

With an annoyed undertone, I told her that I expected absolute obedience. And I pointed out to her that I had asked her to shave for me last night, everywhere a woman is not supposed to have hair. I sent her to the bathroom and watched with amusement as she hurried to comply with my request.

When she came back, the leather strap was already ready to hand on the small coffee table, around which six armchairs were grouped, inviting us to socialize. I asked her to take off the simple shirt, which she did immediately to stand naked and bare before me. I told her to stretch her arms upwards and was pleased to see that the hair under her armpits had disappeared. I asked her to spread her legs and unabashedly grabbed her pussy to check whether she had followed my instructions.

She had, but I wasn’t satisfied with that.

I picked up the leather strap that I had bought in a small grocery store during one of my visits to Romania. In this country, you could still find something like this in any store, where there was usually a whole selection of different wide, long and thick designs. The lady at the till had only glanced up when she saw what I had put on the till. She had said something in Romanian that I hadn’t understood. But her knowing smile was really all there was to say.

I bent her over the back of the chair again and pulled out. I had to use all my strength to hold her in position with my left hand while I guided the strap with my right and let it hit her twitching flesh again and again. I wondered if her father had done the same to her and what the leather strap was like that he used to raise his six daughters. She shrieked and tried everything to avoid my blows. But she was a little girl and I was a strong man. So I remained in control of the situation and continued unperturbed to give my girl a good spanking.

Yesterday, on the side of the road, she had flaunted her small, round bottom and attracted my attention. Now she had to learn that I was a man like any other. And she was still a young girl who needed to be educated. I twisted her until her whole bottom and the adjacent thighs were a bright red. Then I let go of her. I dragged her into the bedroom, bucked her up like last night and let my rock-hard cock do what it wanted.

I left her with instructions to make the bed and take care of the house as I had told her. Then I picked up my tablet, retreated to an armchair with a drink within easy reach and turned my attention to the news from home. It was a satisfying sight to watch her work and take in her glowing bottom. I had told her that she should work naked today as punishment and I knew that it wouldn’t be the last time she had this experience.