(Hey all - long-time lurker, thought I'd try my own story. Sorry it's not finished but I'll try to get it done over the weekend. Hope you like it so far? Be gentle!)

Cindy wound one of her thin blonde braids around her pencil are stared at the math problem on the paper in front of her. She should know how to solve it, she knew! It was fairly simple really and her teacher, Mrs Elliot, had been through the method last week. She had understood it perfectly then, even volunteering to come to the front of the class and solve the problem on the board. But today, her mind was elsewhere entirely.

She wondered if she should have taken her mum’s advice and not gone to school that day, staying home to help get everything set up for her uncle’s party that evening, but she had wanted to see her friends one last time. Not to mention the unofficial school tradition she was looking forward to taking part in.

The pretty eleven year old crossed her feet, her long legs tucked back under her chair, and thought about how she would be turning on a spit over hot coals, naked in front of her entire family and several friends of her Uncle Ed’s. She took her role as party food seriously and had insisted on nightly spankings from her dad to make sure her shapely rump was nice and tender. That was partly why she was so looking forward to lunch time!

With more and more girls choosing to cook these days, something of a tradition had grown up within her school that, on a meat-girl’s last day, in the dining hall, her friends would bend her over the table and hold her down, her panties pulled down to around her ankles and her skirt lifted up, inviting anyone who wanted to come give her one spank on her exposed behind.

Of course, in Cindy’s case, there was going to be one subtle difference – there would be no panties around her ankles as she wasn’t wearing any. An article in Meat-Girl Monthly had brought pressure marks to her attention and she wanted to look her best on the spit. For the last couple of days, therefore, she had come to school without her underwear or training bra. The feeling of the cotton of her school uniform shirt against her perky pink nipples was stimulating but only half as much as knowing that her grey knee-length skirt was all that prevented her most intimate area being exposed.

Although it did feel a little silly to be worried about any sort of modesty when, in a matter of hours, that same intimate area would be on public display with a thick steel spit stretching it as it impaled her. Her dad had been helping her prepare for the spitting ever since she agreed to roast, making sure her tender pre-teen cunt was well used to having something thick and cylindrical inside. Her smooth, thick-lipped vulva was reserved for Uncle Ed – she was his birthday dinner after all!

“Ready?” Cindy’s best friend Jane grinned as she finished her own sandwich. As a soon-to-be-cooked meat-girl, Cindy only had a fruit smoothie for her lunch but it was fun to sit with her friends.

“Make sure you leave some room for tonight!” she reminded the three friends she had been allowed to invite to the party, “I hear the barbecue’s gonna be really good! My Dad’s making his special sticky sauce!” She blushed a little at the unintentional innuendo as her friends giggled. “Yes!” she giggled, trying to get back in control of the situation, “I’m ready!”

Before she knew it, Jane and Cheryl were stood either side of her, grabbing her arms and hauling her up out of her chair. A second later she was bent forward over the table, each girl holding one arm and putting some weight on her shoulder with the other hand. Jamie lifted her skirt, flipping it over to expose her rump and several of her fellow students whistled, cheered and hooted, seeing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear!

Biting her bottom lip in anticipation, Cindy heard the scraping of over a hundred chairs as practically everyone in the hall formed a queue for the chance to spank her. It was quite interesting feeling how the different children approached the tradition – some gave her little more than a pat on the behind while others, mostly the boys but not exclusively, seemed to be trying their best to hurt her and make her cry.

Cindy did cry out as slap after slap connected with her firm, juicy cheeks but it was a cry of ecstasy rather than of distress. Oh, there was pain alright, as there surely would be that evening, but it was delicious pain. It had not occurred to Cindy that she could orgasm without anyone touching her clit or nipples but as her rump received slap after slap after slap she felt wave after wave of euphoria wash through her entire body.

As the ritual spanking continued, there was much giggling and chatter but suddenly, everyone went silent.

“Kids only, is it?” asked a deep voice that Cindy recognised as Phil the care-taker, the rather handsome young man in his early twenties who lived in the small cottage on school property and maintained the building and grounds.

“Nope!” Cindy heard Jane answer with an audible grin. “It’s for anyone who wants a turn!”

Cindy braced herself for a slap from the man’s big hand but it did not come. Instead he leaned over her and spoke conversationally.

“You get fucked a lot?” he asked. Cindy was shocked for a moment by the question and the extremely blunt way in which it was asked.

“Um…” she managed to answer, “My Daddy helps me get ready for the spit.”

“Good!” Phil sounded satisfied with this answer. “Then you won’t mind!” There was the sound of a zip being undone accompanied by gasps from the gathered school-children then Cindy felt a thick, hard cock force its way into her spit-hole. Her friends and the other on-lookers clapped and cheered as the young man fucked the girl over the table, his trousers and underpants gathered at his knees and his hairy thighs repeatedly slapping against her sore, glowing rump.

Cindy knew that she should be upset, or at least annoyed, at the huge liberty Phil was taking but she could not bring herself to be. In truth, she could not find the mental power to think or feel much at all about what was going on, just loving the feeling of being entered over and over and stretched out for the spit far more roughly than her Daddy ever would!

She screamed again as the most powerful orgasm of her life shot through her then felt Phil pull out abruptly, followed seconds later by a wet sensation as he hot cum squirted all over her rump.

“Sorry about that!” he chuckled, hitching up his trousers and doing up the zip. “Somebody got a napkin or something?”

“I’ll clean her up, don’t worry!” Cindy heard Cheryl reply, releasing her right arm and shoulder which by now were quite numb from being held down. She wiggled her fingers, feeling the pins-and-needles as the blood began to move again. “You know, I’m cooking next month in the school kitchen!”

“Well I’ll look forward to that!” Phil replied with a chuckle and, although she couldn’t see, Cindy was sure that he winked at her friend too.

“That’s your lot!” Cheryl chuckled, wiping the cum off Cindy’s ass with a wet-wipe. Jane released her grip too and the meat-girl stood upright a little shakily, letting her skirt fall back down as everyone returned to their seats to finish their lunches, now that the show was over.

It was even harder for Cindy to concentrate in the afternoon than it had been in the morning, now that sitting was somewhat uncomfortable after her marathon spank-a-thon, not to mention the unexpected fuck leaving her meaty cunt sore but satisfied. Fortunately, it passed quite quickly and soon Cindy was bidding Cheryl, Jane and Mandy goodbye at the gate, promising to see them later.

“Good day at school?” her mum asked as they made the short drive him.

“Yeah it was… memorable!” Cindy giggled. Her mum chuckled and shook her head in amusement. “Uncle Ed really doesn’t know?” the meat-girl asked for at least the fourth time.

“Nope!” her mum confirmed. “As far as he knows, he’s coming over for a quiet family dinner.”

“And he’s not expecting anything at all?” pushed Cindy. “It is his fortieth after all!”

“I promise you has has no idea!” Her mum gave another chuckle, looking at her daughter’s glowingly happy face.

“He’s in for a wonderful surprise!” Cindy beamed as the car pulled into the driveway. “Is everything set up in the garden?”

“Oh yes!” he mum grinned. “Go take a look!” Cindy sprang out of the car and hurtled down the small path beside the house, into the back garden and nearly colliding with her dad.

“Woah!” he chuckled. “Steady there!”

“Sorry,” she panted, “I’m just excited to see the equipment. Have you got it all set up?” By way of answer, her dad grinned, took a step back so he was no longer blocking her line of sight and waved a hand expansively. Cindy gasped in delight as she took in the sight. A long table was set up ready for the bread rolls, salads and drinks that she would be served with. A low metal platform, rather like a vaulting horse in a school gym was set up close to it, complete with thick leather straps. But what really drew her attention was the gleaming metal spit, over six foot long and resting in its mounts over a trough of unlit charcoal.

“Oh Daddy, it’s amazing!” she hugged him tightly with great enthusiasm. “Are you going to light the coals soon? They need to burn down before they’re hot enough to cook me over!”

“Yup!” He smiled lovingly and ruffled her hair. “I was just about to do that when you got home.”

“Why don’t you go and take a shower while Daddy lights the coals?” her mum suggested, appearing behind her and putting her hands on her shoulders. “Make sure you get nice and clean! Don’t want anyone getting a tummy ache, do we?”

Cindy giggled then asked:

“Will the guests start arriving soon?”

“Yup!” grinned her mum, “And you want to be ready to greet them, don’t you? Go on!” she patted her daughter’s still-tender backside. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll be up in a minute to do your hair!” Not wanting to shave her head before cooking, Cindy had suggested having her hair put up in a French plait – one of the styles recommended for spit-roasters in Meat-Girl Monthly. Wanting to make sure everything was perfect for her little girl’s big day, Cindy’s mum had practised the style several times over the last couple of weeks and now felt confidently proficient.

After one last, longing look at the spit, Cindy scampered into the house and up the stairs to the bathroom where she sat on the edge of the bath to take off her shoes and socks, thankful that her little white ankle socks had not left much of a mark then stood up and quickly stripped off her white school blouse and grey skirt. Having undressed for what she realised was the final time, she looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror while she waited for the water of the shower to warm up.

Cindy was tall for her age with long, shapely legs. A firm, flat stomach but nice thick, meaty thighs and rump. While her ribs were visible, she was not skinny and they had some nice meat on them. Her chest was just beginning to bud with hard, pink nipples standing out proudly from her chest. Her vulva, which she kept smooth with hair-removal cream that her mum had provided, was plump and juicy-looking – she hoped Uncle Ed would be pleased to be presented with it on his plate! She had a long, pretty face and dark blonde hair which was currently in two braids either side of her face. Humming happily to herself, she pulled the hair-bands out and used her fingers to untangle her hair, shaking it out before she stepped under the welcoming hot water.

Before closing the frosted glass door of the shower, she looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror, seeing if her rump had recovered from its lunchtime tenderising. While it was still a little sore as the water hit it, it was no pinker than it looked when she had been sitting for a long time. That was a relief – she had greatly enjoyed the spanking ritual, and the unexpected bonus spit-practice of course, but she wanted to look her best on the spit!

Using the special unscented soap she and her mum had bought for the occasion, she washed herself thoroughly all over, making sure that every inch of her skin, ever crevice, nook and cranny, was clean. She even used her long fingers with her neatly-trimmed nails to wash the inside of her pussy and ass-hole.

She was standing on the matt, towelling herself off, when her mum came smiling into the bathroom, hair-brush in hand. As with every time they had practiced, the pair stood in front of the mirror, mother behind daughter, as she brushed out then carefully braided the dark blonde hair until it formed a tight helmet-like structure around the top of her head.

“How do I look?” Cindy asked, turning around once her mum was finished and giving her a playful twirl as if showing off a new outfit.

“Good enough to eat!” laughed her mum. “Come on, let’s go and see how Daddy’s getting on in the garden!”