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HITCHHIKER [ part 5 ] Amanda came down to the kitchen, looked at me and smiled; I cocked an eye at her naked form. “And what was wrong with your clothes?” I asked her. “They weren’t ironed!” She said simply. “Oh wow! It came then.” She added seeing the video camera, “Mummy said she wanted to see how you worked.” “Worked?” I asked uncomprehendingly. “You know!” Amanda said as she put the battery into the camera and then inserted the tape. “Smile please!” She said pointing the lens at me. “Mummy this is daddy John, he’s such a nice man.” I shook my head. “I’m not. I’m a dirty old man who’s trying hard not to ensure that your daughter can’t sit down for a week.” I tried to growl into the camera. “Oh you wouldn’t do that to me! Mummy, guess what. Daddy John doesn’t wear anything to bed. He’s just like you.” Amanda said smiling away. “I woke up this morning to find her in bed with me, you’re most probably already know how she was dressed! Much as she is now!” I said, “I had given her a tee-shirt to wear but she didn’t like it.” “Well I don’t know the group!” She defended herself, “anyway he didn’t iron my clothes for today.” She said accusingly. I held up the new clothing that had been supplied, “Well this is new clothes, are you going to wear these?” I asked her. “Maybe. . .” She said smiling at me. I made a grab for her and managed to snag the camera; I watched the viewscreen and filmed Amanda in her glowing nakedness. “This is what woke me up this morning! Now I know why you suggested that I should tie her down at night.” I said to the sound of Amanda’s giggling. “You see she thinks it’s funny. I had hoped she’d be better mannered than this!” She stood still with her fists on her hips and a determined expression on her face. “I am well behaved when I’m with strangers, but you’re not! You’re daddy John!” She explained logically. “You see what I have to fight against. And when she turns those eyes on me .. . I just seem to do what she asks. I need help and reinforcements!” I said. “Daddy John can I see what else was sent!” Amanda asked. I stood away from the items on the table. “Oh goody!” She looked at me, “Daddy John, you won’t mind leaving me for a few minutes . . . Oh and can I have the camera please?” She fluttered her eyes at me, which made me smile. “Oh yes! Firmly around her little finger!” I said as I placed the camera into her hands. I left her alone and sat in the living room, I tried to watch television but on a Saturday morning there’s only children’s programs on. So I put on a CD instead — Secret Messages by ELO (Amanda’s comments had made my choice for me) — and then I sat back to listen to it. ---- “Daddy John!” The call came from the Kitchen. I got up and walked to the door. In the kitchen, on the floor, knelt Amanda, her body folded forward and her arms spread out behind her. I could see on her wrists she wore bands of leather. “Greetings master, your slave welcomes you. Your slave apologises for her manners to you and offers herself for punishment.” She kept her head down while she spoke these lines. I must admit the change in her was amazing. I almost spoilt things by laughing, but realised it wasn’t right. “You may stand slave and let me inspect you!” I said, in what I hoped was an imperialistic tone. Amanda gracefully got to her feet, brought her hands down in front of her, one foot slightly extended in front of the other. I noticed that she also had leather around her ankles as well. “Raise your head slave and bring your hands to your sides. Amanda obeyed me and looked into my eyes. I could see a twinkle of anticipation in them as she fought to hide the smile her face was trying to make. I could see she was now wearing a leather collar around her neck and, to my surprise, a loin cloth was around her waist. “Good grief you’re actually wearing clothes!” I found myself saying before I could stop myself. This time she did smile, a small, almost secretive smile. “Of course master. You had ordered me to!” She said. “And a good slave like you always obeys her master?” I asked her. “Of course master, do you wish to inspect your slave closely?” She said I walked nearer to her, seeing the rings on the collar and hooks on her cuffs. I also saw the flashing red light of the camera and realise that Amanda had placed herself into the centre of the frame. I walked around Amanda, resting my hand on her shoulder. “Now slave how do you think I should punish you?” I asked her. “If your slave may be permitted to move master?” She asked me seriously. I nodded and she got a straight backed chair and carefully placed it in position. “If my master will sit please. He can then continue what he started this morning.” She said, I sat down, conscious that I was in full view of the camera. Amanda draped herself over my lap. I lifted up the flap of the loin cloth to be ‘faced’ with the sight of her bare arse. “Where’s your underwear slave?” I asked her, bringing my hand down — hard — onto her skin. The force surprised her — and me — and she moved her hands to cover the afflicted area. “What are you doing slave?” I asked her mildly. “I’m sorry master, it’s just that I wasn’t prepared for that” She said, her voice catching slightly. “But you were the one who asked to be punished . . . have you changed your mind?” I asked her still in the same tone of voice. “Oh no master. Please punish me. I’ll try not to move my hands again.” She said moving back into position. ‘Thwack!’ my second strike was just as hard. “OWWwww. Master!” Amanda cried out and her hands moved again. “AMANDA, STAND UP!” I ordered her. She got to her feet and wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry daddy John. I couldn’t stop myself.” She said sniffling away. I smiled at her, “I know Amanda, I’m hitting you too hard. I’m sorry that I’m . . .” I started to say but she stopped me. “No daddy John, mummy said I needed to be properly punished, I shouldn’t be stopping you, you shouldn’t listen to me.” Amanda said tears running her face. I held her hands lightly, remembering what Janet had said last night, “You want your daddy to punish you?” I asked her softly so that the camera couldn’t catch it. “Yes daddy John, my schoolmates always say how their dads have a firm hand, and how they then hug and comfort them afterwards.” Amanda said in an equally soft voice. “Well then I’ll have to do something then!” I said and before she could stop me I quickly attached her wrists to the collar. “Now back into position!” I ordered her while helping her to lie across my lap. “Ready now?” I asked her softly while raising my hand. She nodded, I brought my hand down onto her naked arse, although not as hard as I had done before. This time I didn’t listen to her cries . . . Well I say I didn’t listen, I felt bad with each moment as my hand touched her flesh. After 20 strikes I couldn’t continue. I lowered the scrap of cloth back into position and gently lifted her back onto her feet — and then I had to hug her! “I’m sorry Amanda. I didn’t mean to be so hard on you” I was saying to her, and then I heard her also speaking. “Oh daddy John, thank you, thank you.” She was saying softly. I kissed her forehead. She raised her face and kissed me on my lips and then went down on her knees again, folding herself down so that her face touched the floor. “This slave thanks her master for punishing her.” She said formally, I got up from my chair and spoke to the camera. “Janet, when you play this I want you to know that I think you’ve done a wonderful thing when you produced Amanda, how you can ever bring yourself to punish her I don’t know, I’ve found it hard enough . . . Now if you’ll pardon us we’ve got breakfast to eat!” I turned of the tape and put the camera to one side. “AMANDA! Get up and come here!” I said to the recumbent form on the floor. The young girl struggled to her feet and walked to me. “Put on some clothes and get the table ready for breakfast.” I said and started to get out the bowls for cereal. I was pouring it out when I heard a ‘Hrump’ from Amanda. I looked at her, she still had her wrists connected to her collar. I smiled at her. “Well? Why haven’t you got dressed yet?” I asked her before reaching to her and unclipping her form the bondage. “Thank you!!” Amanda said and then picked up a yellow pair of knickers, she stepped into them and pulled them up, the yellow fabric disappearing under the loin cloth giving me tantalising glimpses of yellow at her sides. I dragged my eyes away from the view and concentrated on the food. Amanda pulled the chair back to the table and sat down on it, then quickly she got up. “Oww! My ass hurts!” She complained. “I wonder why?” I said smiling which earnt me a dirty look from her. “You did ask for it didn’t you?” I asked her. She nodded and smiled again, “Yes daddy John.” I went to the living room and took a cushion from the settee, placing it on her chair. She sat down on it and started to wriggle in an effort tot find an easy spot. “I hope you like this cereal Amanda, it’s the best I can do at the moment.” I said to her. “That’s okay daddy John, I’ll eat nearly anything.” She said and proved her words right by clearing the bowl within minutes. I asked her if she wanted more but she shook her head. “No thanks daddy John. What are we going to do today?” She then asked me. This did stump me. I mean I couldn’t take her out around town, although there was nothing about her missing in the news I was sure that if I was seen with a young girl I’d end up in a cell next to her father. “Well you see Amanda, I think it’s safer for me if we stay here, I’m sorry if that sounds . . .” I tried to explain but Amanda stopped me. “I understand daddy John, people wouldn’t understand.” She said. “So . . . what do you want to do?” I asked her, almost dreading her answer. “I could help you to clean up your room.” She said getting up from her chair, sounding slightly like my mother when I was fourteen! “First things first, we’ve got he washing up to do.” I said snagging hold of her arm. I washed and she dried . . . or started to dry as I helped her when the washing was done. |