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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 
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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 Seven
	Her Papa never referred to what was to come during dinner. He asked 
about her day and whether she felt tired, to which she replied she wasn't and they 
talked of things in general. No hint of a spanking. He had prepared one of her 
favourite meals and she was sure it was his way of saying sorry for what was to 
come but she never asked. It didn't seem the thing to do. Dinner seemed to go so 
slow, she thought. Not that she was anxious for the spanking to begin but 
everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She had difficulty listening to 
her father when he spoke, almost as though she were hypnotized and it was all a 
blur. 
	But after deserts were finished, Papa rose to begin cleaning up and Emily 
knew her time had begun. Without a word or even a glance in his direction, she 
walked to the corner, placed her feet just slightly apart and put her hands on her 
head. At first she felt silly standing there like that but countered the feeling by 
telling herself that this was what Papa wanted and so she was happy to do as she 
was told. 
	She heard him finish the dishes some time ago and then he had walked to 
his study. Since then all was silent. How long had it been? Was she meant to 
follow him? No he said she wasn't to move until he said she could. Oh, how long 
had it been, standing here? Her arms were getting dreadfully tired, aching and 
weighing a ton and she didn't know how long she could last this way. Her legs 
were aching too and she remembered she was told to stand completely still. But 
he never said she couldn't stretch them and this was a way to ease the strain. So 
every few moments she bent her knees and then when she straightened up, she 
stretched them as far as she could. Oh, it was such a relief. 
	This was done in complete silence for she listened before each manoeuver 
to be sure he wasn't coming. She began to do the same with her arms. Not lifting 
them off her head but swinging her elbows up and down like a bird in flight. It 
didn't take the entire ache away but it did help.
	By now it seemed as though he had completely forgotten her standing here 
like this. How long had it been? Hours at least, she thought and tears formed in 
the corners of her eyes. What if he doesn't come at all? What if he forgot what he 
said this morning? No, she was sure he hadn't otherwise he would have asked her 
what she was doing. Oh, how sore and aching her poor body was.  Should she call 
out? No, not that. What if...? Then she heard footsteps and she braced herself for 
the inevitable.
	"Remain still and silent, Emily," he told her firmly. "Now listen. I want 
you to walk into my study just as you are, and stand in the middle of the room. Do 
it now."
	She turned to take her first step but her legs were so painful she almost 
fell over. He caught her arm just in time and then patted her bottom, motioning 
her to start moving. The first few steps were agony but that soon eased. The study 
was dimmer than usual and she needed some time to adjust but little else had 
changed.
	"I'm not apologising to you, Emily, but I realise I had left you standing for 
too long. I'll remember that, next time. You can lower your arms to your sides. 
Rub them if you wish."
	Oh, the bliss, the relief at being able to move again. She wriggled them for 
a few seconds and returned to stand with her arms at her sides waiting.
	He was sitting in a leather chair immediately in front of her. "Do you see 
what is on my desk, Emily?" It was strange he was calling her by her full name 
again. Was this his way of being forceful?
	She looked around and gasped with shock. The room may have been dim 
but a desk lamp clearly lit up what he was talking about. There was a strap, a 
leather strap, half curled in a circle, the rest unfolded. It was shiny and looked 
very strong. Beside it was some sort of wooden bat, perhaps three inches wide, a 
quarter of an inch thick and a foot long. A handle was shaped at one end and 
several holes about an inch in diameter ran down the centre. It too was well-oiled 
and shiny and very smooth. Next she saw what frightened her the most. A riding 
crop. A real crop that riders hit horses with to make them go faster. Black and 
long with a loop of leather right on the end, exactly like the kind jockeys use in 
horse races.
	"Papa, you aren't... You won't use... Oh, they'll kill me, Papa," she cried 
out in fright. "You wouldn't use these to spank me, would you? I didn't know you 
would have anything like this."
	"But it is my decision, child. You will abide by what I choose, isn't that 
so?"
	"Yes, Papa," she agreed after a moment's hesitation. 
	"If it will ease your mind, I do not intend to use any of these implements 
tonight, Emily. But you will feel them all, in time, and submit yourself dutifully. I 
know you will," he said with satisfaction. "Tonight I will indulge my fantasies of 
reddening those two beautiful orbs with my hand. It will hurt nevertheless, maybe 
not as much as the humiliation I hope you experience, but it will be something 
you will remember. It will be your very first spanking, Emily. Oh, how I've 
looked forward to this night."
	"Papa, please don't hurt me," she whimpered, knowing full well she had 
no say in what was to come. This was her Papa's will and she would obey him.
	"Oh, I indeed hope I do, my dear. I want to see tears falling down your 
face and I want to hear you begging me to be merciful. I want to hear you scream 
with the pain you will feel. I want to hear you plead for mercy. That is what I 
dream of, Emily, that will give me the greatest pleasure, great satisfaction, so 
much so that afterwards I may not even need you to relieve my sexual needs."
	"Your sexual...? Oh, Am I to be raped as well, Papa?" Tears were already 
forming at the thought of this dreadful news. 
	"Anything between you and me, my dear, will definitely not be rape for 
you have already agreed that my wishes will be obeyed, in everything. 
Remember?"
	"But I am still a virgin, Papa. Surely you...? Oh," she whimpered at the 
very clear picture he  had placed in her mind.
	"I suspect that half the girls in your class have already lost their virginity 
by now. It isn't that special. What is special is who you decide to offer it to and 
how that person takes it from you. That is what will remain in your memory for 
the rest of your life. That is what I wish you to remember as highlights of your 
young life, not bad memories but times of great delight. It will not be rape, Emily 
but a giving of two people who adore each other. I have already promised you it 
will be your lover who you give your maidenhead to, remember? Have I confused 
you more than ever?"
	"Yes, I don't understand, Papa. You are going to spank me so hard I will 
cry out in pain yet you want me to give you sex. Oh, I just don't understand at 
all." Tears were now streaming down her face and she sniffed from time to time 
to stop her nose from running.
	"All will become clear in time, my poor darling. I think it's about time we 
began, don't you?"
	She looked down at him with fear and trepidation. The time she dreaded 
was here. 
	"Right now, I want you to remove your panties, Emily. Just slip them off 
and hand them to me."
	"My panties? You mean... Now? In front of you?" Her eyes were wide 
with surprise.
	"And I want you to look into my eyes all the time you are doing it."
She blushed deeply now, not from having to do what she was asked but 
the way she had to do it. Her eyes never left her Papa's face as she lifted her skirt 
and caught her thumbs in the top of her pants. Then she pushed then down until 
she could step out of them. 
	Theo was ecstatic. This was one of the moments he dreamed of, having a 
young girl bare herself like this without any threat of force yet so embarrassed to 
do it. As she handed the warm garment to him he felt his cock rise upwards and 
knew she would see the bulge but it mattered not. He had his little sex slave and 
she was obeying his wishes.
	He pressed the cotton pants to his face and breathed her scents in, the 
sweetness of her perfume and the muskyness of her secretions. Oh the joy he felt. 
More joy than any masturbation, far more than anything he had done with his 
wife. This sweet girl had given herself up completely to his will.
	"You know what this means, Emily, don't you?"
	"Uhm, I... I've got no pants on now, Papa?" She asked, not understanding 
his meaning and then the reality dawned. "Oh, you're going to spank my bare 
bottom. Oh, no,' she cried out in anguish, never thinking it would be like this.
	"Is that what you think? I would spank your bare bottom? No, I am not 
that cruel, my dear, at least not tonight. But there is a spanking suit I wish you to 
wear. Go to my bedroom and slip on the clothes I have left on my bed for you. 
Make sure you look closely at yourself in the mirror that the garments are on quite 
straight, then lay on the middle of the bed on your tummy and close your eyes. 
Until I tell you, you must not open your eyes even for a moment. Make your 
promise."
	"My promise?"
	"That you will obey."
	"Oh, I see. Yes, I promise I will do everything you say, Papa."
	"Then go, you bare-bottomed naughty girl." He was smiling when she 
glanced up into his face as she turned to go.

	She had rarely been into his bedroom since Aunt Sophia died and it 
seemed strange as she walked all alone into the silent room. She glanced around 
then walked to his bed. For a moment she was sure he had forgotten to leave her 
punishment suit, as he called it, for all she saw were a heap of ribbons on one 
corner of the bed. She lifted the pillow to find nothing and then looked again at 
the ribbons. It made her gasp with shock for these ribbons were indeed what he 
wanted her to 'wear'. She held them up and stared in disbelief. Papa wasn't going 
to spank her bare bottom after all for she would be wearing panties. Oh, but what 
panties.
	They were smooth like silk but almost no more than ribbons. The panties 
consisted of a triangular patch not much bigger than a golf ball that would 
actually cover her pussy lips and that's all, with a thin strap that went around her 
waist and another between her legs with this patch attached in the appropriate 
place and attached to the string around her waist. Emmy sat on the bed and held it 
up. Yes it was a pair of panties but the most obscene thing she'd ever seen in her 
life and she was about to wear it in front of her Papa.      
	And there was more ribbons. It took her a while to work out what the 
remainder was for but after turning the strange article around several times she 
decided it most definitely was a bra, nothing more than shoestring straps, like the 
panties, with two triangular patches just like the panties to cover her bosoms. 
Each patch would cover her nipples but certainly not more of her breasts. There 
would be no uplift with this bra. She now understood what Papa had meant when 
he said she was to look at herself closely in the mirror for the adjustments to get 
these garments covering the right places was going to be quite difficult.
	She removed all her clothes and folded them neatly on a chair, her bra 
hidden under the school dress as a point of modesty, and then tried to fit the bra 
first. It seemed as though nothing was going to fit for the strings just slipped 
everywhere so that when she had one nipple covered, the other was quite naked 
still, the other patch several inches away from the nipple it should have covered. 
	It was like a jigsaw puzzle, moving strings and patches until finally she had 
everything in place. Oh, she gasped silently, for the so-called garment was 
obscene, the whole of her breasts uncovered except for the small triangles over 
each nipple. When she walked the patches jiggled and she was sure her nipples 
would pop out of the flimsy covering. She tied the strings tighter but all that did 
was squash her breasts and leave indentations under the patches. There was 
nothing more to do but accept her near nudity and fastened the panties together. 
	At least they covered her slit perfectly but that was all it did cover. Even the thin 
string that ran up her bottom crease was almost invisible. She looked at herself in 
the mirror and blushed at the thought her Papa would see her like this. At least the 
garments as such were still in place and the appropriate bits covered. But it was 
definitely something she could not be seen in by anyone else. Just like her shortie 
pajamas last night. Oh dear, this spanking is going to be dreadful, she decided as 
she lay on the bed on her tummy. She closed her eyes and tried to relax but that 
wasn't easy to put into practice.
	She couldn't tell how long she waited but found herself drifting off to 
sleep several times. It became so relaxing; the bed was soft and the nervous 
energy she had used up throughout the day thinking about this very moment all 
helped to make her so drowsy. She was woken up feeling hands stroking softly 
over her bottom which almost made her sit up but at the very last split second she 
remembered and kept her eyes closed.
	"Oh, yes, it's so beautiful," he kept whispering as he stroked her all over, 
his hands sliding over every inch of her back, bottom and legs. "Oh, my little 
Emily, you are so beautiful and you're all mine, my lovely, lovely one, my own 
princess. I know you're embarrassed, my pet, even your back is blushing but that 
is what makes you so endearing to me. I love touching you like this knowing it 
makes you embarrassed, for that makes me so happy. Oh, never stop being 
embarrassed, Emmy. Blush at everything I make you do, I want you to do that. 
Feel embarrassed and yet remain obedient."
	She felt him kneel up on the bed and then he was at her side, laying along 
her body, kissing her shoulder, whispering endearments in her ear, stroking her 
skin and making her tingle all over. She shivered involuntarily and sighed. How 
wonderful Papa made her feel, she sighed, keeping her eyes closed. Then 
something triggered her thought process, something not quite right. What was it? 
She calmed herself and thought again. He... He's naked, she told herself with 
shock and then fear.
	An arm brushed over her shoulder and he shifted his body closer against 
her. He held her tighter and she felt him begin to move. He was rubbing himself 
against her. Oh, goodness Papa was rubbing himself, his cock, against her thigh 
and he was whispering dirty things in her ear.
	"Feel my cock, little one. Your body is making my cock happy. Papa is 
fucking your leg, little girl. Lay still and feel Papa fucking your leg. He will put it 
in other places on other days. Are you obedient, Emily? Are you compliant? Nod 
your head if you are."
	She nodded slightly, pressing her face into the pillow. She didn't want to 
even be tempted to look at what he was doing. He wasn't fucking her, she told 
herself. He would have to push his thing inside her pussy to do that. He's just 
sliding it against her leg. That's not fucking. It's not.
	He shuddered. She felt him shudder and groan loudly, thrusting his loins 
faster against her, then the pumping. She could actually feel his cock erupting. 
She knew what men did, her sex classes taught her that. She knew about men's 
climaxes and was sure her Papa had just one against her leg. Did he leave white 
stuff? His sperm? How could she know? She pressed her face deeper into the 
pillow, laying so she faced away from her Papa so she could breathe but she 
didn't want to open her eyes. That would be terrible.
	His body went limp and he became silent. He wasn't holding her against 
him now even though his arm was still across her back, but he was just lying 
there, breathing steadily. The great gushes of breath she heard just before he 
shuddered had ceased and he was breathing calmly. He finally moved away from 
her and then she could feel the coolness on her thigh. He had wet her. What 
should she do? No, she must remain still. He will tell her what he wants. Oh, he 
wet my leg with his... 
	"Stay just as you are, Emmy," he whispered as he finally moved off the 
bed. She heard him pad across the room and go into his bathroom only to return a 
short while later. He washed her, where he had wet her, with a warm washer then 
a towel. She felt the softness and then he left again. She could hear the sound of 
clothes rustling, a breeze of air across her nakedness and then his voice, forceful 
and dominant.
	 "Over my knee, Emily. All girls deserve a sound spanking from time to 
time just to remind them of what happens when they are naughty. Over my knee 
and place your hands on the floor. You must not try to cover your bottom ever. 
You may cry out as loudly as you want but don't you dare try and move away or 
cover yourself. Understand?"
	She lifted her face, her eyes still closed. What did he want of her? To see 
where she was to go or to feel her way?
	"You may open your eyes, child. Come."
	He was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, wearing his smoking 
jacket again, most of his thigh was bare but at least the jacket covered his 
manhood.
	"Yes, Papa, but please don't hurt me too much," she whimpered knowing 
it wouldn't do any good. She lowered her almost naked body over his knees, 
feeling one of her nipples pop out of the little cover. She couldn't feel his penis 
and expected it had deflated from his climax. Then in silence she felt the 
punishment begin.
	The first spank hurt so much she couldn't utter a sound, it was choked off 
in her throat. She heard the crack of his hand against her tender flesh and her 
body jerked but her voice was cut off completely. The second followed 
immediately on the other side of her bottom and pushed all the breath from her 
lungs. The gasp of drawing air back in caused her to snort then let out a curdling 
scream of pain just as the third stroke landed. Oh, it hurt so much her mind 
couldn't cope. She had never been spanked in her life before and the realisation 
of what it would be like finally dawned.  She pleaded for mercy just as he had 
wanted but she wasn't aware of that. All she wanted was for the torture to cease.
	Her legs kicked up and down, giving Theo a birds-eye view of his ultimate 
goal when her panties slipped baring her whole nest of secrets, the sparsely-haired 
vulva that glistened in the low light, candy pink and pulsating with each smack he 
landed. He had to hold her on his knees with one arm while the other landed 
spank after spank on her reddening butt, as fast as he physically could. Oh, how 
her screams aroused his desires, and she was actually pleading for mercy, 
between the high-pitched screams of pain he was proud to be imposing. His cock 
grew rock hard and at the moment, weathered the grinding of her hips against it. 
	"Papa, please no more. It hurts too much. You're killing me, Papa," she 
was screaming, desperate for the pain to stop. "Please, Papa, I'll be a good girl. 
I'll do everything you tell me. I'll be very good, I promise... Arrghh," she 
screamed as the next blow landed right on the crease between her two crimson 
globes. Her Papa never replied once, just maintained the barrage of spanks over 
her tortured rear. She wasn't aware of the tears that fell from her face, for the only 
part of her body that she took any notice of was that small patch of flesh that her 
own dear Papa was pounding unmercifully.
	Then she heard the words she had pleaded so much for, "Enough," and the 
hand stopped. Was he finished? For a moment he didn't move and her battered 
body sagged over each side of his knees. Her continuous sobbing was the only 
sound in the room as she abandoned herself to the self-pity that was so natural for 
someone who had experienced such a beating for the first time in her life.
Surely her Papa didn't love her. How could he do so and yet beat her so 
harshly? How could he take pleasure from doing that, to her especially?
	Then she felt his hands roaming over the beaten bottom, pressing firmly, 
forcing the hurt to the surface making her buck again from the great pain. "No, 
Papa, it hurts too much," she gasped out between great sobs of anguish. 
	"Pleeeease, no more." 
	He finally relented and she felt the burn ease immediately and then 
coldness descended over her bottom. Papa was smoothing something over the 
tortured surface that felt the most wonderful sensation of her life. It was cold and 
soothing, a repair to all the hurt. 
	"Can you stand, Emmy?"
	Oh, he called her, Emmy. The punishment's over. He does love me. It 
brought joy to her as she gingerly tested her legs on the floor. With his help she 
stood up and he stood and held her in his arms.
	"You have made my cock very hard again, Emmy, can you feel it?" He 
was thrusting his groin against her hip and she could indeed feel it.
	"Yes."
	He held her arm to steady her as he sat and gazed at her, taking in the 
perfection of this fourteen year old body in it's almost nudity. The nipple was still 
uncovered and Emmy tried to self-consciously reposition the little patch but 
couldn't. She was still crying silently, from the pain she had endured, the 
humiliation of being spanked by the one person she loved most dearly and from 
the knowledge he was looking on her nudity in more than a parental way.
	"Well?"
	"What, Papa," she asked softly, hunching her shoulders together and 
sniffing to stop her nose running.
	"Do you have something to say, young lady?"
	"Say...? What, Papa?" she sniffled.
	"When a naughty girl is punished I expect her to thank me for pointing out 
the error of her ways."
	"You mean I have to say thank you?" she asked, her eyes wide in 
disbelief.
	"Not unless you want another dose right away."
	"Oh," she sighed in resignation and fell to her knees. "Thank you for 
spanking me, Papa. I'm sorry this naughty girl has made you unhappy." She didn't 
know why she said that. It just wasn't right that she should be apologising for 
something she hadn't done. He had punished her for no offense at all, just for his 
own pleasure. And here she was thanking him. She hoped it made him feel more 
disposed to her and remained standing still, her eyes downcast, a slight contrite 
pout on her lips.
	He pulled her to him and put his arms around her, kissing her cheek. "You 
look beautiful when you look like this, little one. I'm very proud of you. I can see 
spankings do make you a good girl again." He held her for some time, kissing her 
face and neck. It was nice and she simply allowed him to continue.
	"I have some more rules, Emmy."
	"Yes, Papa?"
	"Number one, you will not wear any night clothes when you go to bed 
from now on. Unless I tell you differently."
	"Yes, Papa. I understand," she agreed without any shock. She had 
wondered during the last few days, if he would ever make her walk around the 
house with nothing on and after finding herself dressed like she was now, in the 
skimpiest of bra and panties, well, ribbons really, this rule didn't surprise her at 
all.
	"Secondly, you will leave your bedroom door wide open at all times. And 
also the bathroom door whenever you are using it. You are to have no privacy 
whatsoever and will never try to cover yourself up in any way when you are 
unclothed and I wish to look in on you."
	"Oh, Papa," she gasped. "Oh..."
	"I suggest you make a list of the rules on your computer, Emmy, and study 
them regularly. Wouldn't want to have to punish you because you'd forgotten one 
of them, would I?"
	"No, Papa. Yes, I'll do that."
	"Good girl. Then you can take yourself off to bed. I think you'll sleep well 
tonight."
	"Thank you, Papa," she responded, hugging her arms around his neck and 
kissing him goodnight. Her near nudity felt so embarrassing and yet in a funny 
way, exciting too. She walked quickly from his bedroom to her own and, 
removing the few strings she wore, crawled under her blankets. 
	Oh, she gasped. I haven't asked for permission to go to the bathroom. It 
will take me ages to put these things back on. What do I do? She asked herself. 
She certainly needed to pee, had done for the last hour or so and it was getting 
desperate. Oh, dear," she whispered to herself and slipped out of bed and walked 
to his bedroom door which was now close. She knocked gently.
	"Yes?"
	"Papa, may I go to the toilet, please. I have to pee desperately."
	"Come in, Emmy?"
	"No, it's alright, I just need to go. May I, please."
	The door flew open and he stood looking at her, still wearing his smoking 
jacket. "What a pleasant surprise, young lady. You look lovely," he mused. She 
felt distinctly uncomfortable but only willpower stopped her from crossing her 
arms in front of her and hiding her pussy with her hands.
	"So you need to do wee wees, is that right?" When she nodded he added, 
	"I should come and watch to see you're telling the truth but I think I'll trust you 
this time. Yes, off you go and wee into the toilet for Papa." 
	She sighed with relief as she discharged her full bladder.

Chapter Eight
	After Emmy had left for school the next morning Theo made a telephone 
call to the school.
	"May I speak to Miss Reymond please."
	After a long wait a voice answered. "Ah Miss Reymond, this is Sir 
Theodore Asquith, Emily Kemp's guardian. Yes, fine thanks. Miss Reymond, I'm 
ringing about Emily. There are some matters I would like to discuss with you... 
Yes, I understand you are not her class teacher but from what Emmy tells me, you 
are the one teacher who has the ability to teach her properly."
	He listened to her reply and then went on. "I have a proposition to put to 
you, Miss Reymond, that I'm sure would be to our mutual benefit. May I meet 
you to discuss the matter? Perhaps over lunch today?" A pause for her reply and 
then, "I understand that, Miss Reymond, but it would be much better to meet 
away from the school. I do not want Emmy to see me talking to you until we, you 
and I that is, decide to proceed with what I have in mind."
	He listened to her for several seconds then interrupted her. "I understand 
your reluctance, Miss Reymond. Meeting a man you've never met before is not a 
wise choice sometimes, especially for a young woman like yourself, but I suspect 
you have heard of me and have seen my photo in the papers from time to time. 
What I propose is to meet in Reggione's Restaurant at 12.30 today; it's Italian. I'll 
arrive early and you can see for yourself before you proceed any further." A 
pause. "Yes, I will take a table facing the door, I promise. Good, then until 12.30, 
good day, Miss Reymond."
	He breathed a sigh of relief as he rang off, relief and satisfaction because 
he could almost read the enthusiasm in her voice. Yes, she has her sights on my 
little Emmy, no doubt about it, he told himself. Right now, she's expecting me to 
offer her a private tutor role to get Emmy through her subjects and that would 
give her every opportunity to get her clutches on the girl's pussy. Yes, she's 
already playing with at least two of them and my hunch is about to be proven. He 
smiled when he thought of the shock his proposal would produce, or maybe the 
pleasure. Either way, he was sure of her collaboration.

	"Sir Theodore?"
	"Indeed I am, Miss Reymond. Do sit down please. I have taken the liberty 
of ordering already. I hope you don't mind but it does save time. What will you 
drink?"
	She smiled slightly at his thoroughly British manner and chose a mineral 
water.
	"It was good of you to come."
	"That's alright, Sir Theodore. Your phone call intrigued me so much I 
couldn't refuse your invitation for all the world."
	"Good. Good," he repeated with a smile, looking into her deep brown 
eyes. She was a fine specimen of womanhood. About twenty-five, he suspected 
and quite a figure. If only... "Then we must get down to the business at hand. As 
you know, Emily is my ward; has been since she was about five years old when 
her parents died. My wife and I cared for her as our own daughter but since 
Sophia died three years ago, I have found it most difficult to guide a young girl 
reaching puberty. You understand, I'm sure."
	"Are you asking me to become her nanny, Sir Theodore?" She asked with 
a raised eyebrow.
	"In a way but not as I suspect you are anticipating. Please, Miss Reymond, 
hear me out, then you can ask any questions you wish and perhaps make a 
decision. Emily and I have grown quite close, to the extent where I have taught 
her the principles of obedience and compliance. Because of her closeness to me, 
she will do whatever I demand of her, which should satisfy me no end. But I feel 
there is still something lacking. She lacks a quality that I am unable to instill into 
her psyche, a quality that, I believe only someone with certain talents can teach 
her, drill into her make-up, that will transform her into the perfect, shall we say 
companion. I believe it would have to be a teacher of special and particular 
qualities, a strength to overcome any objections she may have to accept these 
requirements and yet one who could take personal delight in seeing a youngster 
transformed the way I am seeking."
	"I don't think I..."
	"Please don't interrupt, Miss Reymond. Be patient. As I have said, she has 
already accepted the concept of absolute obedience and complicity with every 
demand I make of her, including those of a personal nature."
	"A personal nat..." She was again cut off when he held his hand up for 
silence and continued.
	"But the part that I most desire to see is to see her carry out certain tasks 
with a high degree of genuine embarrassment and humiliation. She is so accepting 
of my demands that they are carried out with a smile, in happiness. I want to see 
her obey with a sense of shame and helplessness, a master and humiliated servant 
role as it were. I know I am taking considerable risk in putting this proposition to 
you, Miss Reymond, and I suspect, you must be thinking the same in deciding 
whether to accept but I pride myself on knowing a person's strengths and I 
believe you have all the qualifications. I am asking you to assist me to provide 
domination and sexual humiliation over my daughter, Miss Reymond, the 
outcome of which will mean great personal satisfaction both for you and myself 
in ways I'm sure, we will explore with much interest."
	He sat and watched her face closely looking for any sign of shock or 
disgust and added quickly, "Before you speak let me say this. I would expect the 
sessions be carried out in my house and in my presence for as long as we decide 
her lessons are necessary. Afterwards, I imagine you may wish to have her visit 
you on her own for certain on-going training as you see fit. Or you may decide to 
continue her training under my roof. Matters like that, I'm sure, can be worked 
out as we proceed." He stopped for several seconds waiting for some reaction but 
when she didn't make any move to leave he added,  "Well, what do you think?"
	He had expected some kind of reaction, either shock horror and disgust, or 
anticipation and even excitement but her face remain unmoved.
	She looked back into his eyes for a long time, several minutes possibly, 
looking for the same reactions from him. Her heart was beating so fast she 
thought she would faint for her excitement was extreme but she daren't let him 
know that, not just yet. There was so much she had to consider.
	"Sir Theodore, almost any school teacher who received a proposition such 
as this would report it immediately to the authorities and yet you brazenly put it to 
me without any great subtlety whatsoever. I can understand the difficulties you 
face in bringing up a school child as young as Emily but what you ask is far 
removed from a young girl's standard learning. I have much to consider before I 
decide how I should act next."
	"I hardly expected anything less, Miss Reymond. You will telephone me? 
Hmmm?" He handed her his business card which she took as she stood up.
	"Good day, Sir Theodore," she said curtly.
	He sat for many minutes trying to decide whether he had just given 
himself a giant headache or not. At least she didn't spit on him or call him the 
names she could have. In the end he decided that having not threatened to report 
his proposition immediately, she wouldn't report it ever. He smiled at last 
realising neither had touched a mouthful of the food lay out before them.

	Judith Reymond went straight home after school that afternoon, her heart 
still beating faster than usual from the proposition Emily's Guardian had put to 
her. She had much to think about. 
	She poured herself a double scotch, something she rarely did for it always 
blunted her mind but she desperately needed to calm herself before she began sift 
through all of the pitfalls this delicious proposal offered to her.
	It was illegal, no doubt about that and she first had to consider why 
someone would choose her to be part of a plan that on the surface sounded a 
million times better than winning the State lottery. Why would someone, a 
wealthy upstanding figure in the community propose she take part in something 
so indecent and especially with his own ward? She was almost like a daughter to 
him in fact she thought Emily was until he corrected the assumption today. She 
was sure the school thought of them as father and daughter.
	Was there an ulterior motive or was he serious? He certainly looked as 
though he meant it. A trap? Why should she be set up in any way? No one has 
ever shown any animosity towards me. Had the girl any grudge against her? She 
was one of the three, that's for sure, but the only one of those three whom she 
hadn't taken to the final step of outright abuse. She smiled as she thought of the 
other two girls. But Emily? She was sure that Emily enjoyed their intimate 
discussions. The girl was the shyest of the three and because she hadn't had the 
benefit of having a mother figure to discuss personal things with, she almost saw 
me as a pseudo-mother. I'm sure she did.
	Had one of the two girls told her parents about my special classes? They 
are both still very reluctant and they always leave in humiliation, usually in tears. 
	She smiled again as she thought of her little sessions. Wonderful what you can 
make thirteen year-olds do when you have the right evidence. She thought of each 
girl, every little nuance of their last few sessions and she was sure neither had 
spoken to their parents. They couldn't face their parents with the photos I have of 
them. She was confident of having Emily twisted around her little finger in just a 
few weeks more but Emily had no idea what the other two were expected to do 
for me. She had watched them leave together several times and Emily always 
looked as though she couldn't understand why her friends were so upset each 
time they left. 
	There was no one else who had any argument with her at all, she was a 
forceful teacher but none of the parent teacher interviews ever showed concern. 
Most of the parents encouraged her to maintain the strictness over their sons and 
daughters. She was just fortunate to discover the two girls in such a 
compromising position that Saturday afternoon while she was strolling through 
the woods. And very lucky she had her camera with her. They had no idea they 
had been discovered until she produced the best of her photos several weeks later 
after she had given each one a false sense of security by having the same private 
discussions with each of them, just as she was having with Emily now.
	Their reactions almost gave her an orgasm on the spot as they pleaded first 
innocence and then promises never to do it again and finally promises of doing 
anything as long as she wouldn't tell their parents. And they have been learning 
what 'anything' means over these last few months. Thoughts of her special 
lessons with the two since then nearly made her hand drop to her crotch until the 
purpose of this evening surfaced strongly again.
	She decided that it was a million-to-one chance either of the girls had told 
their parents, especially now after all the better photos of their latest sessions 
were building up into a wonderful portfolio of evidence against each one. Emily 
had no reason to complain in any way about her conduct with the youngster. It 
had been almost like mother and daughter and Sir Theodore had thanked her 
profusely for her help in guiding the youngster with her talks. Emily must have 
told Sir Theodore about their talks but simply as innocent conversations. Puberty 
must be a scary thing to a young girl who had no mother to guide her and just an 
older male guardian.
	Did she fully understand Sir Theodore's intentions? Did he really mean 
what she thought he meant? Was their generation gap the cause of a major 
misunderstanding? He must be nearing 50 and she just 27, certainly a generation 
apart. Were punishments of 35 years ago the same as she intended in this day and 
age. Did he use the word 'humiliation' in the same context as she does with the 
two girls? 
	Then there are the coincidences. Here she was having two thirteen-year-
olds under her complete power, humiliating them to the extreme in so many ways 
and then the guardian of a third girl who she had been guiding towards the same 
goal, just happens to pop up and ask for her assistance to dominate and encourage 
sexual humiliation of this same girl for both his and my personal satisfaction. 
	That's what he said, my own and his personal satisfaction. Did he mean his 
personal sexual satisfaction? Maybe it was just a need to have the girl brought 
down to a slave-like level and he thought I would get satisfaction in achieving 
that goal. She was known throughout the school as a demanding and authoritarian 
teacher but one who achieved results for the kids she taught.
	She smiled at that, the two girls returning to her thoughts. Oh, yes, she did 
achieve results with those two, both during her special classes and afterwards 
when there was just she alone with one of them. Oh, the humiliation on their 
faces, the tears that ran down their puffy little cheeks when they were made to 
carry out her bidding. She still couldn't tell whether she was more aroused when 
they performed before their own peers, especially the boys, or whether it was 
doing the things she demanded of them afterwards. But they were the most 
stimulating things in her life right now. And now she was offered the chance of 
adding another to her fold almost on a platter. Oh, damn, how could I be certain 
this man was not playing her for a fool and she would be trapped into having her 
activities disclosed to the world? It would be to the world and she shivered 
involuntarily as she imagined the frenzy the world press would stir up if those 
activities ever became public knowledge.
	She had to talk to him again, she knew that, but what could she gain from 
that meeting that would prove he did mean what he asked of her? Certainly a 
more detailed explanation of exactly what he expected her to do. She would ask 
him outright if his intentions were explicitly sexual towards the girl. In her mind 
she could easily accept that a middle-aged man had sexual fantasies about a 
young girl like Emily. If he did, how far had he proceeded towards actually doing 
things to her already? Maybe he just spied on her through a hole in the wall and 
got so randy he wants me to make her accept sexual contact. Is it just a guise to 
get into bed with me and not the girl at all? It could be and she immediately 
thought back to the last time she had been used by a man. It was a long time ago 
and after that experience she had vowed no man would ever touch her body again. 
	Damn him if that's what he wants. 
	Being a man he probably just expects me to jump into his bed when he 
clicks his fingers. He's old enough to be my father. Huh, my father? Heaven 
forbid, I hope that bastard's already rotting in hell. Her thoughts drifted back... 
back... to her childhood.. 

	When Judith finally shook herself out of her reverie she looked at her 
watch and gasped. 1.30 am. She had been sitting here since she returned from 
work, nearly nine hours ago. She had consumed less than half of the scotch she 
had poured and hadn't even thought of eating. Oh, those last hours recalling her 
early years; the thoughts reverberated through her mind and made her physically 
shudder. And yet she was no less guilty now, than her parents were then, she 
realised. But surely the way she was treated as a youngster was the reason she was 
on the path she was on now. Could she blame her mother? Damn right she could. 
	The evening had taken it's toll and she made her way to the bedroom. In 
the morning she would telephone Sir Theodore and seek another meeting.

Chapter Nine
	She didn't ring the next day or the one after that. On her way to school she 
decided to let the old man stew for a while. It would put him on edge and that 
might help in her next discussion. 

	Theo saw her walking towards him, at least fifteen minutes later than she 
had suggested. His heart fluttered for he wasn't sure what her reaction was going 
to be. He had been upset when she hadn't rung for two days after their first 
meeting and it made him think she had in fact gone to the authorities.  Had his 
guess about treating Emily's two friends in some illegal way been wrong? Maybe. 
	He had asked Emily if anything untoward had happened at school over the 
following two days but she said there hadn't been. "No police or anything like 
that?"
	"Police? Gosh no, Papa why do you ask that?"
	"Oh, nothing. It must have been at another school. I thought I heard a 
newscast about a break-in and I thought it was your school."
	"I don't think so," she had answered. "I think the whole school would 
have known if it was."
	And then her phone call at last. Another meeting. In the park? Why? 
	Because she wanted privacy. 
	That put him on edge again. Had she gone to the police and she was 
setting a trap for him. Was she wearing a microphone and had police somewhere 
nearby with listening devices? How could he tell? 
	The local electronics shop sold him a small hand-held device that with the 
click of a button would tell if there were any transmitters within ten feet of him. It 
was usually used to check rooms before business meetings and the like. It was 
cradled in his hand in his coat pocket. He had resolved a course of action and all 
that was required was the lady herself.
	"I wondered if you would still be waiting, Sir Theodore," she said with a 
questioning smile.
	"Are you playing games with me, Miss Reymond?"
	"No, but I would be interested in discussing your proposition further."
	"My Proposition? What do you mean?"
	"What...?" she almost gasped, looking at him in surprise. At lease she's 
showing some emotion this time, Theo thought to himself. "But you asked 
me...?"
	"What are you talking about, Miss Reymond. I thought you asked me here 
to discuss Emily's progress. Isn't that correct?" He lifted his hand from his pocket 
and pressed the button. Nothing. No signal at all. If she had a microphone she 
would be broadcasting right from the outset. He looked up at her face and smiled.
	"Forgive me, Miss Reymond," he said almost happily. " But you see, I 
wasn't sure what your reaction had been to my little proposal of a few days ago. 
Especially when I didn't hear from you for several days. If you had gone to the 
police, you may well have been broadcasting today's conversation to a bunch of 
hidden officers and I just had to make sure. But I have this little gadget that tells 
me otherwise. I thank you for that."
	"Oh, I see," she said with a rueful smile. "My little gizmo tells me the 
same thing about you," she said holding up an identical device in her hand. His 
respect for the woman grew immensely and he returned her knowing smile.
	"Touche, Miss Reymond. I'm impressed."
	"Of course there's another possibility," she told him. 
	"Another?"
	"Yes, I may be using a miniature tape recorder which wouldn't register on 
these things. Now, I'm not offering myself to you, Sir Theodore but you may frisk 
me if you wish and then I'll have the chance to do the same to you."
	"Hmm, yes, well I must admit I didn't think of that but I will bow to you 
and not insist on a closer inspection."
	"Very gallant, Sir Theodore. And here was I thinking you might have done 
all this just to get your hands on my body."
	"Such an injustice, Miss Reymond," he countered, enjoying the by-play. 
	"Anyway, you asked me here to talk. I am at your service, madam."
	She sat beside him on the park bench. "I didn't know how to respond to 
your offer, your proposal, Sir Theodore. It was something I just never imagined 
ever hearing so as I'm sure you realise, there are many doubts and questions. Like 
why me? Why should you think I would be amenable to agreeing in any way to 
what you asked me to do? I just don't understand that."
	He looked straight at her for some seconds and fired his one and only 
piece of ammunition. "I know about the other two girls, Miss Reymond."
	The look on her face was an absolute giveaway.
	"The...? The two girls? What do you mean?"
	"I know you are doing things with the two young girls, Miss Reymond and 
	I'm suspecting it is something along the lines I have suggested be done to Emily. 
Is my assumption correct?" He knew it was from the shock on her face.
	"You... You know? How?" She asked in a whisper, doubt and almost 
terror showing itself.
	"Emily told me. At least she told me of her friends leaving your detention 
class in most upset states but always refusing to discuss it with her. She still 
doesn't know why they were always so upset but I do, Miss Reymond. Girls don't 
mind talking about a punishment, even a caning. In fact they're usually proud if it, 
but when they simply refuse to say anything, even to their best friend, there's 
something far more sinister, I suspect. So after much deliberation I decided to bite 
the bullet, so to speak. I figure the worst I could face was verbal abuse from you 
and if it should go beyond yourself, I'm sure my good standing could easily have 
outranked any accusations you might make."
	"You're a devious man, Sir Theodore."
	"But a correct one, am I not?"
	"I won't answer that. Not yet at least. But will you answer more of my 
questions?
	"I may. Ask away."
	"Do you have a sexual association with Emily already, Sir Theodore?"
	"She is still intact, a virgin, if that is what you are asking. As for sexual, 
well there have been one or two occasions, mostly spankings and the like where I 
have tried to find her tolerance for obedience. But I haven't actually forced her 
into a sexual encounter as yet. I believe she hasn't even achieved an orgasm so far 
in her life."
	"Oh, my G... A virgin? A true virgin in every way," she repeated as 
though in thought.
	"Yes, that's correct." He was genuinely pleased with her reactions.
	"And just to make sure I understand you completely, you want me to force 
your daughter, uhm, your ward, Emily, into acts of a sexual nature with you, Sir 
Theodore? I need you to be very specific, to know what I would be getting into if 
I decided to accept."
	"Also with you, Miss Reymond.  I want to see her forced to allow you 
access in any way you wish and in turn to do whatever you ask of her. All in a 
way that teaches her to feel humiliated yet acquiescent."
	He saw her gasp as her whole body become rigid so that only her bottom 
and shoulder blades were touching the seat, her head lifted upwards, eyes closed 
and little hissing noises shooting her teeth. Then she relaxed and her head fell 
forwards with fast heavy breathing.
	"Did I make you climax?" He asked incredulously.
	She didn't answer, trying desperately to gain her decorum again.
	"N... No, but I had to force myself not to," she finally admitted. 
	"So you do enjoy the humiliation of young girls?"
	"Yes, damn you," she hissed again, not daring to look at him.	
	"Incredible," he said shaking his head. "No, not you, me. My assumptions 
were right. I amaze myself."
	"And me too, Sir Theodore," she sighed.
	"Do you think we can dispense with formalities. You can call me simply 
Theodore or Theo if you wish."
	"I'm Judith, please call me that. I hate the abbreviation. Too much like the 
sea-side kids shows."
	"Well then, Judith, what do you say to my little proposal?"
	"I have one more question," she said looking at him. "Is it your plan to 
have sex with me as well as your daughter, Theo?"
	His mouth opened as if to speak but all he did was draw in a heavy breath.
	"I mean, if we are going to play naughty sex games with little Emily, there 
will be times I'm sure where either you or I would be, well, unclothed as it were. 
Quite often together, that way if I'm not mistaken. It's just that I haven't let a man 
touch me for nearly ten years. I'm not sure I could..."
	Theo felt his cock harden at the thought of touching her delicious body 
and contemplated actions that would include intercourse as part of their games. 
	"Is that why it's only girls...? That brings you to the brink of orgasm, just 
thinking about them?"
	"Yes."
	"Can you tell me why?"
	"I've never told anyone... I don't think I could right now. But you want to, 
don't you? Fuck me, I mean?"
	"It's always been primarily to change Emily's ways, so that she begins to 
act more like the many fantasies I have about young girls. You understand, I'm 
sure. But I did wonder if we would enjoy times of shall we say, intimacy, as we 
progressed with her subjugation.  Please don't take offense but are you a 
lesbian?"
	"A lesbian? No, I don't think so. I've never yearned to have sex with 
another woman although the few times I have, it was enjoyable."
	"But you do yearn for young girls?"
	She studied his face for several moments and then simply nodded her 
head.  
	"Then we have something very much in common; a desperate urge to 
satisfy our sexual needs with young girls, to dominate them and use their youth to 
provide our sexual needs. Strange how two people who hardly know each other 
can acknowledge that, don't you think?"
	"I've never told a soul, just the girls and one or two close acquaintances 
who have been privileged to be my guests with the girls at times."
	"I see," he said, his eyes looking upwards as if in thought. "You don't 
think those acquaintances would jeopardize what we are considering. I mean I 
hadn't thought of bringing others into the circle."
	"No, that wouldn't be necessary, although you might find the time will 
come when you've done everything you can possibly think of to your charge. 
	Then you need something else to keep the stimulation going. That's what it was 
like with me. I forced two youngsters to do the most obscene things for and to me 
until there wasn't another thing I could do to humiliate them further. The first 
time they were made to perform in the presence of firstly their own classmates, 
boys of course, then an adult male, I had an orgasm just thinking about it. But 
with Emily, that could be a long way down the track, Theo."
	"You sound as if you've already decided to join forces, Judith. Am I 
assuming too much?"
	"How could I say no to such a proposal, Theo. Yes, I want to, desperately, 
but I think there is something that should be cleared up before we go any further. 
We may become partners but we know nothing about each other and I doubt 
whether I'm ready to allow even you, my partner in crime, to have sex with me. I 
think you should at least know why I feel as I do."
	"I am good listener, Judith. It may even help just talking about whatever 
caused you to feel this way. Do you feel up to telling me right now?"
	"It's quite a long story, Theo. Maybe we should go to your house where 
we can relax a little better than out here on a park bench. No funny business 
though, Understand?"
	"I promise I'll be the perfect gentleman, Judith."
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