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HITCHHIKER [ part 14 ] I sat back in the car, Amanda hung onto my arm, she didn’t say anything as Sonja drove us in the car. Janet, however, was busy. “Donald . . . I know what you’ve been told about him, now forget it! I’ve met the man, he’s a victim of negative PR. . . . Well find the source of that and investigate it! I want a report tomorrow!” She listened for a few seconds, “So? It’s what I’m paying for, now get on with it!” She closed the clam-type phone and placed it in her handbag. She glanced back at Amanda and myself and smiled, “How did I get a reputation for being a bitch? I just don’t know.” Amanda giggled. “Mummy said she couldn’t be a boss without making people annoyed at her.” She told me quietly. “And I’m afraid that’s the persona that I’ve given the world. It makes it hard to relax.” She added, then she looked at me, “We need to discuss things, I thought it would be better after lunch.” Sonja nodded her head and turned the wheel. We stopped at a restaurant and ordered meals, Amanda was slightly put out when she had to order from the children’s menu, and so I allowed her to add to her meal from my plate. Janet allowed me to do that and then spoke, “Your daughter is very pretty John, it must have been a wrench to leave her.” “I didn’t! Her mother took her away from me . . . I tried to get her back but that’s when her mother started to make up her lies about me, with no way to prove my innocence they believed her, and so I not only lost my child, I was also branded as some kind of pervert!” I said starting to get angry with myself. “Didn’t you try to clear your name?” Janet asked me. “I almost went bankrupt doing so, nearly lost my job and then ended up arrested for loitering near a school.” I told her. “That was some time later, wasn’t it?” Janet asked. I nodded, “Yes, I waited until she would have been six and then I tried checking all the infant schools for her, I think I almost found her when I was arrested and taken to the police station. While I was there I was served with a restraining order, stay away from my former wife and daughter. I haven’t seen either of them until today.” I said starting to feel miserable. “I don’t think Wendy’s happy.” Amanda said. Janet and I both put down our forks, Janet looked at her daughter, “What makes you say that honey?” She asked. “I donno, it was the way she looked as she walked with them two . . . and I didn’t like the way he was looking at her!” Amanda said simply and then returned her attention to her meal. “I’ve got to do something!” I said to Janet. “No John, you’ve done everything that you can do. I owe you for helping Amanda, I must admit that I’m not too happy with . . .” She broke off as if uncertain of what she could say. “Go on.” I prompted her. She shook her head and then smiled at me. “Oh . . . I’m not happy with the way Amanda has decided to dress, or rather not dressed, today.” She said brightly, “I wonder if you’ll allow me to direct her punishment later, before we have to go.” Amanda looked up at that, “Oh mummy, can’t we stay with daddy John for another day? I’ll be good, Honest!” She said gazing at her mother. Janet regarded her daughter, “I’m sorry Amanda, but John has to go back to work tomorrow, and I have a mess of paperwork for the state department just to get you back home.” “But muuuuummmmy, do I have to stay with you?” Amanda whined, “I get so bored while you’re not with me.” Janet shook her head. “I’m sorry darling but you have to be with me, how else can the Embassy prove you’re with me?” At which logic Amanda grew silent again. I was still thinking back to Wendy in the church, “Amanda’s right, Wendy isn’t happy . . . but why?” I said aloud. “You’ll have to ask her that if you see her again!” Janet said softly, and then looked down, “I’m sorry I can’t get out of that cold-hearted bitch mode. But time will tell . . . it always has!” ---- After the meal we went back to my home, Janet and Amanda accompanied me and we went into the living room. I found a suitcase was also in the room. “Oh goody, you brought them!” Amanda said springing to the case. “Not so fast young lady! Haven’t you forgotten something?” Janet said. “What mummy?” Amanda said looking at Janet. “A little matter of your clothing? I told you to dress, and what did you do?” Janet asked. “Well, nobody could see!” Amanda said defensively.. “I did! When you got out of the car at the church, and I’m sure you flashed that vicar while you were at the church.” I accused her. “I didn’t!” She exclaimed and then gave a small smile, “Well he might have.. .” She admitted. Janet put her arms on her hips and shook her head, she pointed to the door, “Amanda prepare yourself, I will be up in a few minutes to attend to you, and then when I call John will come up and start your punishment.” Amanda smiled at Janet and myself and licked her lips, and then she practically ran from the room. Janet looked at me seriously. “John, do you trust me?” She asked. I shook my head and smiled at her look, “I’m sorry Janet, but I’ve only just met you, how can I build up a picture of trust from just a few hours?” I asked her. She nodded her head in understanding, “Alright John. Can you at least pretend to trust me?” she said. “Well, it would be an effort, but I think I can do that.” I said closing my eyes in what I hoped was an expression of concentration. For which I received a blow on my shoulder. “Oww! How could you do that to me! I trusted you!” I said. “Okay then, now listen to me. All her life Amanda has wanted her father to take care of her as she would have liked him to. David was unable to do that and it made her so sad. Did you notice when you punished her how she would call you Daddy . . . not daddy John?” I nodded, I had heard her but it didn’t really take my notice, Janet continued, “Well it’s because she wanted her father to do that to her, when you did it she just imagined that her dreams were coming true.” “Well that’s all well and good, but what does it have to do with me now?” I asked her. Janet didn’t smile but was still serious. “Her greatest dream is that her father would treat her as a woman after her punishment . . . do you know what this means?” She asked me ash she opened the suitcase, she looked up at me and my shocked face. “She knows what it means! Why do you think she was so happy to get ready for you? . . . I’m just going upstairs to prepare her for you.” She pulled out a plastic bag and tubing, some Vaseline and clothing of some description. “What’s that for?” I asked her, I suppose I was being dense. “Just preparing the way!” Janet said and left the room I sat still, in shock I suppose. As I tried to organise my thoughts. I noticed that a certain part of me was anticipating the event ahead, I looked down at my trousers, “So what are you all happy about?” I asked it . . . but received no reply. ---- It was half an hour later that I was called upstairs. I entered Wendy’s bedroom, where I found Amanda ‘dressed’ in her slave girl uniform, that is wrists and ankle cuffs, collar and loin-cloth. She was kneeling on one knee with her head bowed down by her other knee. Standing beside her was her mother, also wearing a loin-cloth but with a halter top. Janet kept her eyes down as she spoke, “Master, this unworthy one,” She indicated Amanda, “Wilfully disobeyed your command, she deserves your attention.” I stood in front of the pair of them and put my hand under Amanda’s chin, raising her head up. “And what do you have to say slave?” I asked her. “Master, I’m sorry but I found the clothes were too tight.” Amanda said finally looking up at me. “But Slave, you know I like you in tight clothing?” I said fully into the part. “Yes Master,” Amanda said quietly, “I’m ready for my punishment Master.” She added. I looked at Janet, “And what is the proscribed punishment?” I asked her. “Master, an ass warming then strict bondage . . . trust me and follow my words.” Janet had bent forward and whispered the last to me. I then bent down and quietly spoke into Amanda’s ear, “Do you know what you’re mother’s planned?” She nodded, “Do you want it?” I had to know. “Yeth pleath daddy.” She lisped like a very young girl, I looked at Janet and tilted my head. “She need you to do this John, she’s been waiting for this for a long time.” Janet told me quietly. I picked up a chair and placed it before the two of them, when I sat down Janet was shaking her head, I looked at her enquiringly, and she glanced down at my trousers, mouthing ‘lose them’ I stood up again and undid my trousers, removing them and sitting down in my boxer shorts, shirt and tie – it did seem incongruous I admit but Janet was nodding her head. “Now unworthy one approach your master!” Janet directed her daughter. Amanda got to her feet and walked to me, she moved her hands to the loin-cloth and removed it showing that she was naked beneath it. She raised her eyes to me and I could see . . . pleading? . . . within them. I gestured for her to lie across my lap. Janet clucked her tongue and repositioned Amanda so that her backside was inline with my right leg. I took a deep breath, I could feel her skin on my leg, the warmth of her body, the softness of her. I looked at Janet who nodded her head. I raised my hand. ‘Thwack!’ I felt the blow land on her, she gasped with the blow but then she said, “Thank you master.” I rubbed her backside with my hand to sooth her. ‘Thwack – thwack!’ followed by soothing motions, each blow being answered with a ‘thank you daddy’ – I had heard correctly DADDY not Master. I glanced at Janet who was smiling and nodding at me. I smacked her for another 4 times, giving her seven in all – I didn’t realise it at the time, she was seven when she wanted her father to . . . to, you know (– damn I couldn’t even say the words in my mind). I made the last strike and then rubbed Amanda’s backside, almost marvelling at the heat that had been generated, but now my hand followed the path of her arse-crack to her front, feeling the wetness that was drenching my flesh, she had liked it! I then continued moving my hand up along her slit, feeling the small wisps of hair just lightly covering her mound, so fine that they couldn’t been seen. But I could feel her clit, peeking out from its home, my fingers brushed against it causing her to coo in pleasure and feeling her move her hips to prolong the sensation, she began to hump to my fingers trying to achieve her orgasm, which I was inclined to allow her to do. Janet was the one who interfered with Amanda’s pleasure, she roughly removed my hand and dragged her daughter to her feet. “You know it is not your time for this, you have to help your master!” She admonished her daughter. Amanda turned to me, her cheeks red with excitement, “I’m sorry Master, I forgot myself.” She said. Janet smiled at her daughter and then produced a coil of rope, “Now for part two.” She said. |