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Subject: {ASSM} NEW by Writers Cramp - Uncle (MFfg nc + most others) 2 0f 9
Date: Mon,  7 Jan 2002 22:10:04 -0500
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UNCLE (C) January 2002

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer's Cramp
(Fm, Mf, MFg, rom, humil, coerced, forced, nc, teen, spk, menst, sm, ws, inc, etc.)

The Players:
Sir Theodore Asquith, Guardian of Emily.
Emily Kemp, aged 13, 
Judith Reymond, Schoolteacher
Valma Reymond, her mother.
Ralph, her new husband, Judith's stepfather.
Veronica, one of Valma's friends
Freddie, Veronica's son, aged 13.
Cindy Smart, Emily's school friend.

All my stories are archived at 
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where you will find zipped files in MS Word9 and Text formats.
I would indeed appreciate, comments and constructive 
suggestions and may be contacted at 
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Please let me know what you think of the story.

This story must not be posted on any pay-site or used for commercial
purposes of any sort.

Chapter Three
	In time her periods came and her breasts grew until she became quite 
proud of their size. From time to time she noticed her Uncle looking at her in a 
way he had never done before, his gaze settled on her legs or her titties or even 
sometimes when she was bending over she caught him looking down her blouse 
or up her skirt. It never worried her for by now, nearing the age of fourteen, she 
had come to trust him implicitly. He was happy when for no apparent reason, she 
began to call him Papa instead of Uncle and he thanked her for the honor. 
	"I think of you as my own dear daughter so it's quite appropriate and very 
welcome."
	So, these days she rarely referred to him other than Papa and enjoyed the 
thought of having her own father for the first time in her life. 
	They often sat together after dinner, her school work completed and his 
own office work put aside to listen to fine music or watch one of their favourite 
television shows. She would cuddle up, curling herself against him and just enjoy 
his company. 
	His words of so many years ago often filtered back into her thoughts and 
she rarely craved for the company of her school friends and almost never for the 
company of boys. Her uncle often asked her of she was still a virgin and she felt 
proud to be able to say she was. It seemed to her that by being able to say she was 
still a virgin, she was keeping faith with what her Papa expected.
	He often hugged her to him, smoothing his hand over her back or her 
bottom and this intimacy was all she ever sought.
	Emmy noticed too, that he would look into her room as he passed, 
sometimes stopping for just a second to watch then move on and this began to 
grow to the stage where he would walk into her room without knocking, just to 
say a word or two then leave. She was often dressing, perhaps in her underwear or 
changing into her pajamas as he interrupted her privacy but she never considered 
it an invasion of privacy, rather, that if her Papa needed to say something there 
was nothing wrong in him doing so. He never apologized and it seemed quite a 
natural thing that he should come in without any warning. 
	Then one evening as she was taking a shower he opened the door and 
simply stood watching her. Emmy gasped in surprise and found herself covering 
her breasts and groin with the washer and her arms. "Papa, I am taking a shower," 
she said as their eyes met.
	"Yes, I see you are," he said still staring, his eyes almost glazed. Just as 
suddenly, he turned and walked out leaving the door open. Emmy finished 
quickly and stepped out to dry herself. Instinctively her hand went to close the 
door but for some unknown reason she withdrew and left the door wide open. 
Was it some special test she wasn't even aware of? Was she testing her uncle to 
return and look at her nudity a second time? Why hadn't she simply screamed and 
told him to leave? As she dried herself, much slower than normal, all these things 
spun around in her mind and before she realised it she was walking quite naked 
back to her room.
	Papa wasn't anywhere in sight but the very act of flaunting herself, risking 
her nudity a second time sent shivers of the unknown right through her body. In 
her room, she sat on the bed for many minutes, staring at the floor, making no 
attempt to change into her nightwear. Papa often walked in on her and she 
wondered if she intentionally wanted him to do so again while she was in this 
state.
	Finally she slipped her nightdress on and remained seated in the edge of 
the bed. What should she do now? She always sat with him after her shower, 
when she felt all warm and cozy, while they enjoyed their special times together. 
	How could she do that tonight? How could she not do that tonight? Was he 
waiting for her or did he shut himself in his room as well, not wanting her to see 
him again tonight?
	She tentatively walked close to the doorway of his study where they 
usually spent their evenings. The light was on and the door slightly ajar. Papa was 
sitting on the couch in silence, no music or television on, just sitting. Emmy 
pushed the door open enough to squeeze through causing the slightest sound, 
which made him sit up and look around.
	"Come in, Emily."
	"Papa..."
	"Don't say anything," he cut her off. "Just come and sit down. I have 
something to say to you."
	No apology, no explanation, not even embarrassment apparently, for he 
held out his hand as she came near and continued to hold it for what seemed 
minutes as he looked down on her. Finally he let her hand go and backed back 
into his armchair and continued to look at her. She was about to ask him what he 
wanted to say but he put his finger to his lips, silencing her. She had never seen 
him this way before, as if he was trying to read her mind, almost looking straight 
through her and with a look on his face that somehow wasn't her Papa at all.
	"You have grown up, Emily," he said as though he had only now, realised 
that fact. She had no answer to give and sat still, her eyes toward the floor. 
	"Yes, Pa..."
	"Let me speak, child. It's very important to me and I hope to you as well.  
Some of it may shock you but I need to say it. You have grown into a beautiful 
young woman, Emily. A true woman for you have grown breasts and have a 
period that would let you bear babies if you made love to a man. Yes, a beautiful 
young woman."
	He stopped then, looking intently across at her for some time. Emmy felt 
quite uneasy, the remarks about her breasts and period more intimate than any 
talk between them up to now. She remained silent, her face blushing hotly. 
	"Stand closer, Emily," he directed, holding out his hand for hers. She was 
between his knees now and she realised that he didn't seem to be wearing 
anything under his smoking jacket for she could see well up his thighs was all 
skin. He had worn his smoking jacket often during their evenings together but 
always with pajamas on as well. Her eyes jerked up into his face, which never 
changed from the understanding smile he gave her. He wasn't about to offer any 
explanation.
	Instead, his hands slipped behind her knees and slowly worked their way 
up under her nightdress.
	"This is what boys want to do to girls, Emily, to get their hands under their 
skirts. Has any boy tried to do this to you, baby?"
	"No, Papa, never, I wouldn't let them even if someone did try."
	"Oh, it makes girls feel very nice, you know. Do you like me running my 
hands under your nightie just like boys do? Are you positive you haven't let a boy 
do this?"
	"I promise you, Papa, never," she said with a sob, disturbed that he didn't 
believe her. His hands were on her bottom now and indeed it did feel rather nice, 
but she was sure it was because it was her Papa that was doing it, not some snotty 
nosed boy. He began to squeeze her cheeks, softly, not hard but enough to make 
her pulse jump from the sheer pleasure of it.
	"What about your girlfriends, then? Do you girls get together and 
experiment sometimes? Do you let your friends feel you up, Emily?" He was 
looking directly into her eyes, his hands moving all over her bottom, tracing the 
crease through her panties, tickling her bottom and caressing it so wonderfully. 
Yet he still couldn't accept that she hadn't played sex games with her friends.
	"No, Papa, I promise I haven't. I don't know if any of my friends have 
done anything like that but I promise I haven't, ever."
	"What about your teachers, then? I'll bet some of the men teachers would 
like to taste the delights of young girls like you. Have they done things that you 
were ashamed to stop them from doing? Patted your bottom, or pinched it as a 
joke, or your breasts, eh? I can't believe someone hasn't tried to do sex things 
with you, Emily. If there's anything at all, I want you to tell me. You mustn't 
bottle it up inside. Well?"
	"No, none of them have even tried to do anything as far as I know, Papa. 
We have so many lectures at school now about sex abuse and stuff that they never 
do anything like that."
	"And the lady teachers? Hasn't one of them singled you out as her special 
friend? Kept you in after school and touched you or said things?"
	"No, I promise... Well, I suppose Miss Reymond might have. It didn't 
seem wrong at the time. But she wouldn't have done it for sex things, I know she 
wouldn't."
	"Tell me about it, child," he said increasing the pressure on her bottom 
cheeks, squeezing much more tightly now.
	"Well, she does seem to make me one of her pet students, there are two or 
three of us and the strange thing is that we are the ones who get kept in after 
school, just one of us at a time, never two or three together. I remember a few 
weeks ago, Cindy Smart had to stay back and I waited for her because we had 
some homework to talk about. She was    with Miss Reymond for quite a while 
and when she came out her face was bright red and she looked as if she had been 
crying. When I asked her what was wrong she wouldn't tell me anything, just 
didn't want to talk about it. But I don't know if Miss Reymond did anything to 
her, Papa."
	"And what about you, Emily? What does she do when you get kept in?"
	"Oh, she's always very friendly and usually just wants to talk about things. 
Girl things, you know. I never thought there was anything wrong with it. In fact I 
like it because she lets me ask any questions I want and she tells me things, you 
know the way adults understand more stuff."
	"What did you talk about last time?"
	"Oh, I remember that because it was only last night. She's never kept me 
in as long as she did Cindy that time. It was strange because that was the night 
you and I decided to do things. These things."
	"Why was it so strange then?"
	"Well, we were talking about, oh, I don't know, sexual molestation by 
boys, at least that's how it ended up. She asked me if I was still a virgin and was 
srprised when I said I was. She then went on to great lengths to tell me how she 
lost hers. It was a boy in school who she never liked but she teased him so much 
that he threatened to tell her parents lies about her if she didn't let him. I thought 
it was cool because I'd never talked to anyone who's done it before."
	"Yes you have. I've done it before, Emily. I could have told you exactly 
what happens when a girl loses her virginity. Anyway, why didn't you tell me 
about it? That was a secret you kept from me."
	"But I never thought it was such a secret, Papa. I wasn't trying to hide 
anything from you. Truly. Otherwise I wouldn't have told you now, would I?"
	"And does she touch your secret places, Emily?"
	"I never thought it was something naughty, Papa. I guess she touched my 
breasts a couple of times but just to brush some fluff off or just being friendly, 
like a mother would, I guess. She's never put her hands where yours are now, 
Papa. Just strokes my dress sometimes as she talks."
	"At least I'm pleased you've been honest with me, Emily. It is 
encouraging. We'll talk more about her later. Right now, the time has arrived, 
child, to begin teaching you the ways of adults and I am proud to be your teacher. 
Very proud indeed, Emily."
	He stopped again as he looked deeply into her eyes. They seemed like 
magnets to the young girl and she was entranced. The situation was like none she 
had ever experienced with her Papa before.
	"Are you obedient, child?"
	"Yes, Papa." Of course she was.
	And compliant?"
	Compliant? You mean do as I'm told, Papa? Of course."
	I will require you to be quite obedient and compliant. You will obey me 
and comply with my wishes? Always?"
	Yes, Papa, of course I will. I always obey you, Papa." She couldn't 
understand why he was being so persistent about something he most surely knew.
	There are many things I will require of you in your learning, Emily. 
Many things you most likely would never consider but they are necessary and I 
will insist. Do you understand?"
	I'm not sure what you mean, Papa but if you want to teach me things, I 
will do as you say," she promised, not really knowing what she was to be taught 
in any case.
	I am pleased. It is a good beginning. Are you a virgin, Emily?"
	Yes, Papa, of course I am. I told you that already."
	I only know that six months ago you told me you were. You have not let 
anyone touch you since?"
	You mean to have sex? Of course not," she said with a timid laugh. "I 
don't even have a boyfriend, you know that."
	When does your period start next?"
	e had never asked her such a personal thing before and it made her 
blush, even when it was he who asked. "Oh...," she gasped. "My period...? Oh, I 
can't think... It's on my computer... Do you really want to know?"
	I asked so I want to know?" He neither looked embarrassed nor 
disappointed that she hadn't answered.
	ndeed that was what being compliant meant. If he wants something she 
will comply, that's what she promised, she told herself. "Well it finished last 
Monday week so I guess I've got about a week, maybe 9 days before it starts 
again. I'll go and look it up exactly if you wish, Papa," she said starting to rise.
	You will tell me the exact date later. Do you masturbate, Emily?"
	Masturbate...?" She repeated in a shocked voice. "I..." The question 
completely threw her mind into a spin. Yes she did but it was so private he 
shouldn't ask. Not even Papa. "Papa, I..."
	Don't spoil the first night, Emily." It was a rebuke without any malice.
	Oh...," she almost moaned. "It's so private, Papa but, well, yes, 
sometimes."
	How often, exactly?"
	How...? Oh. Maybe once or twice a week." Her face was so hot she 
knew he could see her blushing but he gave no indication of her discomfort.
	Where do you masturbate, Emily?"
	he poor girl was stricken. It wasn't right to have to talk about something 
like this. But then, well she did agree and it was her Papa. "In bed, Papa."
	Now think carefully, Emily. I want you to think back to the last time you 
masturbated in your bed. When was that?"
	Oh... Oh, I... It was last night, Papa."
	I want you to describe everything you did in detail, Emily."
	You mean when I...? Oh..." It was becoming too much and she felt her 
chest tighten and it became difficult to breathe.
	Take your time, child. It's important that I know everything about you. It 
will help me decide what you need to learn the most. Now take several deep 
breaths and then tell me, from the time you decided to begin the act of 
masturbation. What prompted you to begin, what did you do first, how were you 
clothed, how did you proceed, what did you think about, how did you feel, what 
was the final result? All those things, I need to know everything, Emily."
He was leaning towards her on the edge of his large armchair, his chin 
resting on his hands, elbows on the arms of the chair and he wanted her answer.
	Oh, it's so...," she began and then knew she would tell him everything. 
	"It was after my shower, Papa. When I got back to my room."
	"After dinner? You masturbated after dinner before you came and spent 
the evening with me? Is that when you did it?" 
	"Oh, please forgive me, Papa. I didn't mean..."
	"No, it's alright. I'm not angry about it, Emily. I just wanted to be certain. 
Continue."
	She remained silent for a moment, trying to get her mind working so she 
could describe her act in the right sequence. " When I got back, I saw my 
reflection and... Well, it just happened. I don't know exactly what made me 
decide to do it then, Papa. It was just something that I decided to do. I can't 
remember anything that made me feel I wanted to do it."
"Go on."
	"I slipped my robe off and laid down on my bed and began to touch myself."
	"How, child?"
	How? Well I just began to rub my finger along my... along my puss... 
along my vagina. That's what feels so nice, just stroking my vagina."
	That's all? Did you put your finger inside?"
	Inside my pussy... Oh, my vagina? No... No, I've never done that."
	Go on, what did you do next?"
	"Well, I just kept on doing that, Papa. It's sort of soothing and makes me 
tingle inside, like a million little bubbles fizzing around my insides."
	"Your clitoris? Did you rub that?"
	"My clit...? Noooo," she said slowly, her mind racing. "I...When I do 
that, it makes me feel really strange, Papa. I don't touch that thing."
	"Never mind, go on."
	"That's all. I got dressed and came into your study."
	"That's all? What did it feel like? Did it sent you into a frenzy?"
	"A frenzy? No, of course not. Why would it do that, Papa? All I did was 
stroke my pussy which made me feel nice."
	"I see. What were you thinking about when you were masturbating?"
	"Thinking about?? Oh...," she gasped, hoping he wouldn't ask that even 
though he suggested it earlier.  "Oh, I can't tell you, Papa."
	"I insist, Emily. Please do as I ask."
	Her blushes aroused Theo as much as if he were having sex with her right 
at this very moment.  
	"I can't... Oh, it's so embarrassing, Papa. Please, if I tell you, you won't 
tell anyone, will you?"
	"You have to trust me, Emily, and obey. That's you're agreement."
	"Mr. Dickson. I thought about Mr. Dickson at school."
	"One of your teachers? The young one?"
	"Yes." She admitted in a whisper.
	"What were you thinking about him?"
	Emmy bowed her head in shame and in a soft voice, told her Papa, "I was 
pretending he was the one stroking my puss... my vagina."
	"You had sexual thoughts about him then?"
	"No... Yes... Oh, I don't know. I just imagined it was him and not my 
own finger. You won't tell him, Papa. Please promise you won't tell him. I 
couldn't bear for him to find out."
	"Do you always think about him when you masturbate?"
	"Yes," she admitted.
	"Are you in love with him?"
	"No," she almost shouted. "It's just... Just a dream, I suppose. Oh, I feel 
terrible, Papa. Please don't make me answer anything more about it."
	"You have been very good, Emily, very good indeed. I understand how 
difficult it must have been to discuss something so intimate with me but it was 
important for me to know just how far you have progressed with your knowledge 
of sexual matters. Masturbation is one of the first sexual acts most young people 
experience and as you still retain your virginity I take it that is as far as you have 
progressed. Am I correct?"
	"Yes, Papa, I haven't done anything else, truly."
	"I believe you, Emily. Now I want to explain something to you and then 
you'll be put through a test to show just how obedient and compliant a girl you 
really are. All men have certain needs, Emily, needs that are fulfilled by a wife or 
a girlfriend on a very regular basis. They are not just needs of companionship but 
intimate needs for which one's partner provides relief with various parts of their 
body. Do you understand what I mean, Emily?"
	"You mean sex, Papa?" Her mind was now reeling with thoughts of her 
own Papa demanding sex from her.
	"Yes, Emily, sex. Can you imagine what it is like not to have a partner to 
give the relief a man's body desperately desires?"
	"Oh, you mean since Aunt Sophie died. No, Papa, I can't."
	"Men's desires are so much more intense than women's, Emily, and if 
sexual relief is not available when his desires are aroused, which is very often I 
should tell you, he could even become a rapist..."
	"You wouldn't rape me, would you, Papa?" She shrieked in fright.
	"I'm not going to rape you, Emily. Forgive me if I frightened you. That's 
not my purpose in talking to you tonight. As I was saying, they could become 
rapists or brutal or perhaps like me, someone who learns to live with the situation 
yet desperately yearns for someone who could replace their lost partner."
	"Papa, do you really have... you know, sex feelings too?"
	He laughed at her innocence. "More that you could ever imagine, little 
one," he told her simply.
	"Are you going to have sex with me, Papa?"
	"That won't be one of the demands I'll require you to obey, Emmy," he 
smiled back at her. It was the first time he called her by that name all evening.
	"Then how do you... Oh, do you have a girlfriend, Papa?"
	"No, none at all. You are my girlfriend, baby."
	"But I haven't helped you... the way you spoke about," she blurted out, 
blushing at her effrontery.
	"No and I haven't asked you to, have I? But because we are going to be 
discussing matters of a very personal nature and so that you will comprehend 
everything, I'll require you to perform certain sexual acts either on your own with 
me looking on or you and I together. I have thought about this for a long while, 
Emmy, and have decided it is the only way to teach you properly about the way 
adults enjoy their sexuality."
	He stopped and looked straight at her, waiting for a reaction. She sat 
perfectly still, not daring to look at him for the shock that was swirling through 
her mind was overpowering. She couldn't say anything. Her voice just wouldn't 
come out. Her throat became constricted and she could feel her whole body 
beginning to shiver. She thought she would faint and grasped the arms of her 
chair as tightly as she could to hold herself steady.
	"Have I shocked you, Emmy?"
	"Uh... Mmmm... I... I..."
	"I have, haven't I? No, there's no need to speak just yet. Try to relax your 
body, a little at a time. Breathe as deeply as you can, yes, like that. Good. Now 
keep doing that while I talk a little further. There is nothing to be afraid of, 
Emmy, nothing to be ashamed of. You are the one I love most dearly in the entire 
world and there isn't anything that shouldn't be said or done in each other's 
presence. Besides, remember your promise of obedience and compliance? It will 
give you more understanding than any other girl in your school. You will reach 
adulthood with a clear understanding of what that will mean. And you must not 
think of the things we do as sexual acts. They are a way to teach you what you 
must know. Do you understand what I am saying, Emmy? Whatever we do 
together is not sex but simply the best way of teaching you about sexual matters. 
Understood?"

Chapter Four
	Emmy was still in a state of shock although her Papa's words helped 
somewhat. It wouldn't be like having sex, just his way of teaching her about it. 
She looked into his eyes for the first time since she realised what he intended and 
found his gentle smile and his absolute loving face. Oh, how she loved her Papa. 
But there were still doubts. She nodded her understanding but had to ask one 
more question.
	"Papa, does that mean you will take my virginity away?"
	"So that's what's worrying you? I promise you, Emily Kent, the one you 
love will be the one who has that privilege," he replied with a knowing smile.
	"Oh," she smiled back at him.  The weight had been lifted.
	"Feeling better?"
	"Yes," she smiled at him.
	"Good, now for your first test. Come here just in front of me and turn 
around so you're facing away from me. Now, I want you to slip your panties off 
altogether and lift your nightie up to the middle of your back and hold it there."
	She jerked her head around to look at him then slowly turned back. He 
heard a sniff and saw her hands at work. He breathed a silent sigh of relief. She 
was hooked. In moments the twin globes faced him, firm and glistening white.
	"Good girl, Emmy, now stay perfectly still. Good girl, that's lovely. Now 
that wasn't too difficult, was it? No, remain still; don't turn around. Well? Wasn't 
it?"
	"No, Papa."
	In a quiet voice he said, "I'm going to touch your bottom, Emmy. I don't 
want you to move." His hands were trembling as they cupped the coolness of her 
two cheeks and his erection was at the full. Oh, so smooth, firm, tender, he told 
himself as he brushed lightly over the whole expanse. The urge to intrude into the 
crease was so strong he thought he surely would do it but willpower eventually 
won out. To move too quickly, especially on the first night could easily destroy 
the ground he had already won and possible stop his chances with this young 
beauty forever.
	"Does it feel nice, Emmy?"
	"It makes... It makes me tingle, Papa."
	"No one's ever touched you like this, have they?"
	"Never, Papa."
	"As you get older, your lover will do such wonderful things to your body 
you'll wonder how you ever lived without him. This is just the beginning. Now let 
your nightie fall back in place and turn to face me."
	He heard the sigh of disappointment as she did so. He didn't doubt then, 
that she would have allowed him further intrusion, which gave him confidence for 
subsequent lessons.
	"Kneel between my legs, Emmy. Yes, right in, push yourself right in hard 
against me. I will tell you some of the rules you have to obey from now on. But 
first I want to thank you for being such a good girl with your first lesson. I know it 
isn't easy for a young girl to cope with such private matters but I'm sure you will 
find the future both interesting and stimulating."
	"Yes, I understand, Papa. Thank you for wanting to teach me," she replied 
in all innocence.
	She was pressing so hard against him, her breasts just above his cock, 
which was rampant and she had to realise what the lump was but she showed no 
sign of noticing. He took her face between his hands and kissed her directly on 
the lips, a fatherly kiss at first but one that progressed further until his tongue was 
stroking her lips that were forced apart by his stronger mouth. 
	"Lovers will kiss you passionately, Emmy. Enjoy it for they are saying 'I 
love you' in the most wonderful way." He kissed her eyes and nose and turned her 
face so he could press his tongue into her ear. Oh, the sweetest taste, bitter yet 
sweet as the dear girl gasped from the thrills racing to her brain. He sucked her 
ear lobe and kissed her neck below the ear. She moaned with pleasure. 
	Still holding his face close to hers, he spoke quietly yet which firmness.
	"These are your first rules, Emily. Listen carefully. They are rules I expect 
to be obeyed without exception. Firstly, you will speak to no one about your 
lessons, never. Understood?"
	"Yes, Papa."
	"Rule two. When you go upstairs tonight, you will collect every pair of 
pantyhose you own, place them in a bag and put it in the rubbish bin. From 
tomorrow, you are forbidden to wear them, ever. They are a hindrance to 
accessing those parts of you that a lover so desires."
	"But, Papa, they are part of out school uniform. I have to wear them to 
school."
	"Is there not a choice?"
	"No... Well, we are allowed to wear long socks but none of the girls do 
that. I'd be laughed at."
	"Hmm. In that case I will allow you that privilege but all your non-school 
hose goes out tonight. I might even use those long socks as a punishment if you 
fail to obey me at any time. The first thing you do when you arrive home from 
school each day is to remove the hose. Agreed?"
	"Yes, Papa."
	"Third rule; you must never masturbate without my direct permission in 
future. If the need is so strong, you must ask first but I may not always give my 
approval. Sometimes it makes the act so much better when it is withdrawn for a 
time." 
	"Yes, Papa," she agreed, blushing furiously once again.
	"You will ask permission to visit the toilet on every occasion you need 
to."
	"But at school, Papa?"
	"Be patient, my little worry wart. The exceptions are when you are at 
school, and during the night after lights out. In the mornings you will not visit the 
toilet until you have asked my permission during breakfast."
	"But, Papa, I always have to go first thing."
	"When you ask permission you will tell me why you need to go and how 
urgent it is. If you soil yourself or if you go without permission, you will be 
disobedient and that's punishable. Understand all that, Emily?"
	Her eyes were wide open in shock but she knew she had to agree. 
Punishment? What did that mean? She dare not ask.
	"Fourth Rule. You will ask permission every time you have to replace 
your sanitary pads..."
	"Papa, I couldn't," she cried out in amazement.
	Without acknowledging her interruption he continued, "Which includes 
the first time for each period. In addition all changes will be made in my presence 
and you will present the used pad for my inspection. Exceptions are only during 
the time you are at school and then you will bring the used pads home for my 
inspection. They will be laid out on the table each day as soon as you arrive home 
and you will conduct me to them as soon as I am available."
	"Oh, it sounds so terrible, Papa. Surely husbands don't make their wives 
do that."
	"Any disobedience is punishable, Emmy."
	"Yes, Papa," she capitulated.
	He took one of her hands that were lying over his knees and pressed it to 
his lips then, still without looking towards her, asked, "I will buy clothes, special 
clothes for you, which you are to wear for me when I tell you, Emmy."
	Her eyes open widely, not knowing what he meant. "Clothes? But you do 
buy all my clothes, Papa."
	"These will be different. Special. Clothes that you wouldn't wear 
outside... That you wouldn't want others to see you wearing."
	"You mean some nightdresses, Papa?"
	"Maybe, but other things too? Clothes, just for me to see you in, Emmy. 
Clothes that you wouldn't want others to see you wearing, but that you would be 
proud to wear for your Papa. To make your Papa proud to see his little girl 
dressed just for him? Clothes that may make your Papa sexually aroused. You 
will not object, no matter what they are, Emily."
	"Yes, I understand, Papa."
	"You please me very much, my dear. When I saw you tonight, in the 
shower, I suddenly realised how beautiful, how vibrant you have become. Did you 
mind?"
	"No, Papa," she whispered, feeling the flush spreading across her face.
	"Then tomorrow evening you will find some clothes on your bed. Don't 
look at them until after your shower, then dress in nothing but what you find and 
spend the evening with me as we always do. We won't speak of it again but you 
will know it has to be our secret, Emily. Between just you and me, you 
understand?"
	"Yes, I understand, Papa. But why is it a secret if I wear new clothes for 
you?" Deep down, she knew this was not the normal thing she was asked to do 
but it was for her Papa so she couldn't say no. Not to her beloved Papa.
	"You will know, my child. Just please your Papa tomorrow. There will be 
other new clothes on other nights. We will enjoy each other's company and there 
will be more lessons."
	He smiled down at her, realizing her understanding of what he intended 
was not what she was going to expect. But she would become used to it. And to 
the other things that he had thought about.
	He held her in his arm for a time without saying anything more. Then she 
felt him lifting her nightdress. 
	"Don't move, dear. Papa just wants to stroke you." Then his hand slipped 
underneath against the small of her back, gently stroking her bare skin. It felt so 
nice she gasped with pleasure as he continued, moving upwards slowly, lifting the 
back of her garment higher. She made no objection, enjoying the feel of his hard 
hand against her tender flesh.
	"I do love you so, Emily. You know that, don't you?"
	"Yes, Papa. Of course I do," she agreed looking up into his eyes. He 
kissed her on the forehead and continued to stroke her back. As he kissed her 
goodnight, he whispered, "I thought you looked beautiful in your shower, Emily." 
Then he rose and quickly left the room before she could think of anything to say.

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