Title: Growing Up

Codes: MF MMF exhib g rom

Summary:  Charles and Jane grow up together at an English University.  Years later, can Jane persuade Charles to train her daughter?

Growing Up

By Ellen Webber



This is fantasy.  Please do not confuse it with real life.
 
1.	Jane

“That was fantastic!” I said, leaning back in the dining chair.  “I haven’t had a meal like that in ages”.

“I have to say, Charles, that was bloody marvellous!” said Tim, “You make an excellent chef”.

“My pleasure, I’m glad you enjoyed it.  It’s my way of saying ‘happy anniversary’ and to thank you for everything you’ve done for me since Cindy died”.

“She’d be amazed that you turned out to be such a fantastic cook”.  I started giggling.  “Cindy used to complain that you couldn’t even boil an egg without destroying the kitchen!”  Even Charles laughed at that.

“It’s good to see you relaxed, my old friend” said Tim.  

“Less of ‘the old’, if you don’t mind!”

“Well, we’ve been friends for many years now, old man” I said.  “Anyway, you’ve done much more for Tim and me than you probably realise”.

“When you think about it, it has been an amazing journey.  I’ve been very lucky to know you and Tim.  More coffee?”

We drank delicious, freshly-brewed coffee, and somehow managing to squeeze in some after-dinner mints.  Charles insisted we leave the debris in the dining room, and we all retired to the lounge.  Tim and I sat on a large comfortable leather sofa surrounded with cushions and a rug.  Charles sat on his recliner, his face dimly lit by flickering firelight from an open log fire.

“You’d be surprised how much time I spend looking at this fire remembering Cindy” he said.  “She used to love her ‘real fires’.  I even think Laura was conceived on this rug”.

“No wonder Cindy liked the fire!” said Tim.

“You must miss her” I said as I tapped Tim’s arm in mock chastisement.

“I do” said Charles, his attention drawn to the flames.  “I have a lot of very happy memories, but I do miss her.  I guess I’m particularly sad for Laura, she was only 5 when her mother died – that’s half her lifetime ago.  Laura doesn’t seem to remember much about her mother”.

I got up from the sofa, went over to Charles, held his arm and kissed him gently on the cheek.  “You’ve been a fantastic father for Laura.  She’s actually a very lucky girl”.

“I hope so” said Charles.  “She certainly hasn’t had an easy or traditional upbringing”.

“That’s true” said Tim, “but she’s turned out to be an amazing girl.  She is intelligent, polite, confident.  She’s a real credit to you”.

“Thank you” smiled Charles.

“It’s true” I said.  “In fact, Tim and I were going to ask your advice about Susan.  Our lovely daughter is nearly 16 years old and she’s driving us up the wall.  She thinks she knows everything yet she acts so childishly sometimes”.

“I have to admit, I’m glad I’m not a teenager” said Charles, “there are so many pressures to conform to the crowd”.

“That’s true” I said, “but how do we give her the experience, the confidence, to make the right decisions?”

“I’m sure you and Tim are excellent role models” said Charles.

“I hope so” I said, ”but I think it takes someone outside the immediate family to really make a difference, someone like a teacher, who is influential and inspirational.  This is why we’re asking for your help, Charles.  There is no-one better in this world at teaching people these kind of skills than you.  I know that personally”.  Tim smiled - and I blushed.
 
2.	 Charles

I first met Jane at university.  I had returned from a year out working in Australia and I looked good! I was tall, bronzed, with sun-bleached hair.  I wore a long, dark, trench-coat and tried to look mysterious and interesting.  I thought I was ‘God’s gift’ and knew everything.  Actually, that wasn’t such a bad thing, as the girls loved my looks, and particularly my confidence.  I had no problem chatting up the girls, but in reality, it was all just an act.

I was visiting a friend from my course when I first saw Jane. She had just returned from hockey practice.  She wore an unflattering grey tracksuit and her wild blonde hair was just about held in place by a bright red headband.  She looked like she’d finished a long, hard, game.  She came into the room and gave me a lovely smile.

“Hello” she said, “I’m Jane”.

“Charles” I said, trying to be cool.  “Did you win?”

“Oh no” she laughed, “It was just a practice.  Would you like some tea?”

“That would be nice”.

“Well, go make yourself useful and put the kettle on.  I’ll be down in a minute”.  She winked at me, bounded out of the room and ran up the stairs.

Cheeky bitch, I thought - but very cute!
 
3.	 Jane

I had gone to university straight from St. Augustine’s, a catholic girl’s school in west London.  I enjoyed my childhood, but in retrospect, it was quite an abnormal upbringing.  My parents were very loving, but strict catholics.  They literally put the fear of God into me and I had a sheltered childhood.  I did well academically and grew to love playing hockey in the school team.  All-in-all my schoolwork and hockey kept me very busy and I didn’t seem to have time for a social life, which suited my parents very well.

This meant, of course, that when I finally left home to go to university, I didn’t really have a clue.  Although I was in a female-only house, my housemates were nothing like me.  I was genuinely shocked when I realised that one of my housemates had spent the night with a boy.  However, it didn’t take me long to adjust to university life.  My housemates introduced me to the joys of student nightclubs and flirting outrageously with the boys.  I took to it like a duck to water!

I first met Charles when he was visiting one of my housemates.  We seemed to bump into each other at various events and he became a regular visitor to the house.  One memorable day, Charles bought me a cup of tea and a packet of Hob-Nob biscuits, my favourite.

“Would you like a brew and a biscuit?” he said, offering me a cup of tea.

“Oh, Charles, how lovely!” I said “You’d make a lovely boyfriend”.

“Is that job open?” said Charles with a smile

“Depends who’s asking” I grinned.  I accepted the tea and biscuits, and the deal was done.  “You’re hired”.  I said.

I quickly fell deeply and madly in love with Charles.  He was so mysterious and good looking.  He’d seen so many wonderful things on his year out, especially compared to my sheltered upbringing.  I loved listening to his voice and hearing stories of his adventures far away.  Most of all, I felt safe and secure when he was around.  When he held me in his arms, I was in heaven.  When he kissed me for the first time, my knees actually buckled – I’d never felt anything like this before in my life.  

As we got to know each other, it became clear that Charles and I complemented each other really well.  I was quite shy and very un-worldly-wise, while Charles was confident and liked to take the lead.  We really enjoyed each other’s company and we spent more and more time together.  As we got to know each other and became more intimate, I struggled with feelings deep-rooted in my childhood.  As a teenager I had been programmed to consider sexual feelings sinful, and this was rapidly developing into a problem between Charles and me.  One evening, after we had got back from a party, it was obvious that Charles was hoping to stay the night.  I couldn’t blame him as it was cold and raining outside, but I knew full well that wasn’t the real reason he didn’t want to leave.  We kissed and cuddled on the sofa.  Charles was an amazing kisser, and soon I was in heaven as he snogged the breath out of me and ran his hands all over my body.  He started to undo the buttons on my blouse.  I so wanted him, yet at the same time needed him to stop.  I stood up suddenly, pushing him to the floor.

“Charles, I’m sorry” I sobbed “I can’t do this”.

“But Jane…” he said.

I ran from the room and upstairs to my bedroom.  He didn’t follow.  A few minutes later I heard him leave the house, the rain pouring down outside, and tears pouring down inside.  I didn’t see or hear anything from Charles for eight days.  I was devastated.


 
4.	 Charles

Jane and I had been to a friend’s birthday party.  It was a cold, wet, autumn evening and I was very pleased when we got back to Jane’s house.  Jane and I had been going out a few weeks now and she was driving me crazy!  She’d worn this amazing dress to the party and she looked absolutely stunning but she seemed to have no idea what this was doing to me.  I was so horny by the time we got back to Jane’s I thought I was gong to explode.  Things were warming up very nicely, when all of a sudden she pushed me to the floor and ran upstairs.  I had a raging hard-on so could barely walk, let alone follow her upstairs.  By the time I had calmed down, the moment seemed to have past.  There was no sign of Jane, so I took the cue, and went home.  I was very frustrated!  Things between Jane and I had been going well, but we kept coming up against this brick wall.

I got back to my flat and had a shower (yes, it was a cold one!).  I couldn’t sleep, so I telephoned the only person I knew who would be awake this time of night, my friend and mentor in Australia, Jake.

“Good day, mate!” I said as Jake answered the call.

“Charles, mate, great to hear from you!  How are you?  What are you doing up at this time of day?”

I told Jake my sorry tale.  

“Listen, mate, the truth is, shielas are like merinos, they need shepherding”.

“Oh my God, Jake, you’ve turned into Crocodile Dundee!”

“No, seriously Charles, take it from me, most women like to be led; some, like your Jane, need a firm hand.  Trust me: Jane will thank you for it - and you’ll get some sleep!”

The following day I felt lousy, having caught a chill the night before.  I spent the next three days in bed and another three looking like Rudolf with a very shiny nose.

I eventually felt well enough to go and see Jane.  I was expecting a frosty reception after being incommunicado for a week.  Imagine my surprise when she ran up to me, hugged me tighter than ever before and started crying and sobbing apologies. 

“It’s all my fault” she said “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”.

“It’s OK, I’m here” I said, kissing her gently.

“I’m so sorry Charles, I want to be with you, but I just don’t know how”

“I know.  I understand” I said, “It’s OK”.  I went to the kitchen and made Jane some tea.  After she’d calmed down, I took her in my arms, drew her close and kissed her”.

“Do you trust me?”  I said.

“Yes, of course I do”.  She looked at me, wondering what I meant.

“I know how to solve this, but you need to trust me”.

“I trust you” she said, nuzzling her head in my neck.

“I am going to teach you to let go” I said

“Let go of what?”

“Let go of your past”. I said, “I know that you want to be with me, but you’re stopping yourself.  I need you to trust me so that I can help you”.

“I didn’t know you were a therapist” said Jane with a little smile.

“I’m not” I said, “but I know what I’m doing”.  I ran my finger along her smiling lips and kissed her again.  “We start tomorrow”.

 
5.	 Jane
 
The following day Charles came to the house just after dinner.

“Are you ready?” he said.

“Yes” I said, very intrigued.

“I want you to wear this”. Charles pulled a jewellery case from his coat pocket.  He opened the case and took out a gold chain.  He turned me round and put the chain around my neck.  It had a large clasp at the back and small padlock pendant at the front.

“Wow” I said, “it’s gorgeous”.

“This is a special chain” said Charles, “you must only wear it when we are training”.

“OK” I said, wondering where this was going.

“I am going to train you in two subjects: Obedience and Confidence.  When you are wearing the chain, you must do everything that I say.  Do you understand?”

“I think so”.

“I need you know that I love you and that everything I do is for your benefit.  You are the most precious thing in the world and I will do anything for you.  In return, I need you to trust me”.

“Oh Charles, I do trust you, but…”

“No buts” said Charles, “when you are being trained you must do everything I say, without question”.  He held my elbows and stared deeply into my eyes.  “Do you agree?”

“I agree”. I said, wondering what I was letting myself get into.  

Actually, the training wasn’t too bad.  Charles came round to the house most evenings.  We would chat and relax in the privacy of my bedroom.  He would put the chain on me and the training session begun.  To start with, Charles made me walk around with a book balanced on my head, then he taught me to kneel on the floor, my head slightly bowed, my back straight, with my hands behind me.

“You must always remember your posture”. he said, “If you have a good posture, you will look confident.  If you look confident, you will feel confident.  Don’t slouch; pull your shoulders back and stick your chest out”.  I’d always been self-conscious of my breasts and had a tendency to hunch my shoulders, but Charles was curing me of that.  

On the second day, Charles made me think about my hands and arms.  “Have you noticed” he said, “that women tend to unconsciously cover themselves with their hands, in particular their genitals and their breasts?”  I hadn’t really thought about it.  
The following days I closely observed my friends and even noted my own behaviour.  Charles was right.  When I was standing, relaxing, I usually had my arms across my chest or clasped between my legs.  And it wasn’t just me, many of the quieter girls did too.  I discussed this with Charles.  “That’s good” he said, “I want you to be aware at all times how you are standing.  I want you to have the right posture, and I want you to make sure you don’t cover yourself up.  Remember, you have a beautiful, sexy body, and I need you to be proud of it”.

It seemed simple enough in my room but the following day we went down to the local pub.  I was wearing the chain, so I knew what I had to do.  It was surprisingly difficult.  As we walked down the street, it felt strange sticking my chest out.  I kept wanting to hunch up and hide.  Several times Charles squeezed my hand to remind me.  I walked into the pub with my heart thumping loudly and the blood buzzing in my ears.  “Everyone’s looking” I said in a whisper.

“They might be” said Charles “but that’s a good thing if they do”.

We didn’t stay long.  I did get some admiring glances, which I frankly enjoyed.  When we got home, Charles took off the chain and gave me a big hug.  “You were fantastic” he said, “You did really well.  I’m proud of you”.

“I have to admit, I enjoyed that”. I said “When can we do it again?”

 
6.	 Charles

As Christmas approached, Jane started hinting she had a special present for me.  I know that she never particularly liked my trench coat, so I was fully expecting to see something warm and snug, suitable for the English winter.  I was partially right – it was a coat, but not for me.

“Look at this” she said, “isn’t it fantastic!”

“It’s a Father Christmas outfit”. I said, puzzled.

“Ah, but you haven’t seen me in it” she laughed.  She quickly stripped to her underwear and put on the red tunic.  I have to say, it fit all the right places and she looked incredibly sexy.  “I’m not sure about the beard, though” she said as she sidled up to me with a glint in her eye.

“No beard” I said.  I reached over into my coat pocket and took out the chain.  “Turn round”. I said.  Jane turned round and I put the chain around her neck.  “Take your position”.  Without a murmur, Jane knelt on the floor.  “Take off the tunic” I said in a clear steady voice.  Slowly she undid the buttons and slid the red jacket from her shoulders and placed neatly at her side.  She unconsciously moved her arms in front of herself to cover her chest.  I stepped forward and slapped her on the face – it wasn’t at all a hard slap, but it was a shock to Jane.  She immediately pulled her shoulders back and put her arms behind her back pushing her breasts out.  “Don’t let me have to remind you again” I said, trying not to think about my growing erection.  “It’s not good enough” I said “I’m going to punish you.  Stand up”.

Jane stood up, her head bowed.

“Strip” I said.

“But…”.  I slapped her bottom hard.  

“Now” I said, “Do as you’re told immediately”.

The weeks of training paid off.  Jane took her bra off and removed her panties without delay, and for the first time she stood naked in front of me.  She was blushing and was obviously turned on, but also fighting her instincts to cover up and hide.  She had an amazing body.  Her breasts were perfectly sized with hardening pink nipples.  Her bush was neatly trimmed and her figure full, but not fat.  I could have stared at her for hours.

“Now put on the Santa costume” I said, “we’re going out”.

Jane quickly put on the costume.  She looked even more amazing in it without her underwear.  I fetched her coat and a pair of her shoes and led her out of the house.  We walked to our favourite bar, which was quite busy.  When I removed Jane’s coat, there were several approving wolf whistles and Jane blushed as red as the robe.  I bought us both some drinks.  Jane was obviously both uncomfortable and turned on all at the same time.  The tunic was short and she kept pulling it down to cover her ass, but when she did, her breasts were in danger of springing out.  Some local lads were getting too interested in the spectacle, so we left and went back to Jane’s.  When we got inside, I took the chain from her neck and kissed her deeply and passionately.  “Thank you” I said.

“Oh my God!” she said, “I can’t believe we just did that!”  She had a broad smile on her face.


 
7.	 Jane

I really didn’t want to be punished again.  I was very careful to make sure the next training sessions were uneventful and I paid particular attention to my posture and arm placement.  But I knew that Charles was hatching a plot to make me fail again, and part of me was actually looking forward to it.  One evening, I was in my usual kneeling position in my underwear when there was a knock at the bedroom door.  “Come in” said Charles.  I was completely shocked - I automatically jumped up and grabbed my dressing gown.  In walked Charles’s friend, Tim.

“What are you doing?”  Charles looked at me very sternly, “who gave you permission to move?”. 

“I…”

“Resume your position; and take off that dressing gown.  Now!!”

I was startled and confused.  My brain was telling my body to pull my shoulders back and thrust my breasts out whilst fighting the urge to cover up in front of this stranger.  I assumed the position; my hands behind my back and my head bowed.  I didn’t want to look at Tim – I felt too embarrassed.  Fortunately Tim didn’t stay long.  After he’d left, Charles took off the chain and gave me a huge hug.  “You recovered well.  I’m very proud of you. You’ve earned this”.  He gave me a holiday brochure.  “My family has an apartment in the Canaries, and I’d like to take you there after Christmas,”

“Oh Charles” I said “that would be lovely”.

At Christmas I didn’t see Charles for a couple of weeks as we both went our separate ways to spend time with our families.  We spoke most nights on the phone, which was nice, but I still missed him. As usual at Christmas, my family went to Mass.  The priest was talking to my mother after the service about the Immaculate Conception and the evils of contraception.  It then dawned on me the significance of the holiday with Charles.  Later that week I pretended to go shopping and visited the local family planning clinic, hoping that no-one would see me. 

Christmas came and went and it wasn’t long before it was time to get ready for our holiday.  It seemed strange packing summer clothes when it was cold and dark outside.  Charles booked our flights from the local airport and I scraped together some euros.  The flight to Tenerife was uneventful and we finally arrived at a beautiful apartment overlooking the sea.  It was getting late and both Charles and I were tired.  I was relieved when he kissed me goodnight and went and slept on the sofa in the lounge.

The following morning I was woken to the sound of Charles bringing me breakfast in bed.  The sun had just risen and it looked like it was going to be beautiful day.  “Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“Like a log” I said.  “Isn’t it lovely here”.

“I like it a lot.  Come on, get up, we’ve got lots to see”.

I showered and helped Charles clear up the kitchen.  We packed a small rucksack and walked down a winding path to the local beach.  It was already quite busy, and in the shelter of the cliff, the beach was warm and inviting.  We chose a spot on the sand, laid out our towels and sat facing the water.  Charles took off his shirt and looked up at the sky.  “Sun, my old friend” he said, “how I’ve missed you!”

I smiled.  “It’s beautiful here” I said “I wish I’d bought my bikini”

“You don’t need one” said Charles.  “Look”.  He pointed further down the beach where several girls were sunbathing topless.

“I’m not sure” I said.

“Do it!  Do I need to put the chain on you?” said Charles, pretending to reach for the rucksack.

“OK, OK” I said.  I quickly took my top off and lay down on the towel hoping that no-one would see me.  Charles lent down and kissed me and I relaxed in the sun.  It wasn’t long before I was getting very warm.  Fortunately, Charles had packed a bottle of water but I was getting uncomfortable.  Charles, on the other hand, was revelling in the sunshine. “I’m sorry, but I’m getting too hot” I said to Charles.  He didn’t look impressed.

“Come on” he said, “Let’s cool down”.  He jumped up and pulled me to my feet.  “Let’s go for a paddle” he said, and before I could object, we were walking down to the water’s edge.  It was definitely cooler nearer the sea and we walked along the shore, Charles’s arms around me.  Coming in the other direction were a couple of lads, about my age, who looked like they were nursing minor hangovers.  I suddenly became acutely aware that I was walking along the beach topless.  Without thinking, I moved to cover myself, then realised that Charles had pinned my arms to my side.  I suddenly felt very vulnerable.  “Pull your shoulders back” whispered Charles.  I couldn’t believe I did as I was told.  I pushed my chest out and my breasts wobbled gently as we passed the boys.  They had big smiles on their faces and I felt a flush spread down my neck.  Charles and I slowly walked back to our towels.

“We need to put some suncream on” said Charles, “the sun’s quite strong, even for this time of year”.  He pulled a bottle from this bag and sprayed a little oil on my back.  He spread the oil across my shoulder blades and gently rubbed my back.  This felt good.  He sprayed some more oil onto his hands, turned me round, and starting massaging my neck and shoulders.  Gradually his hands worked lower and, for the first time in our relationship, he ran his hands across my naked breasts.  He worked the oil down from my neck, around my breasts, pulling towards my nipples.  I really couldn’t believe this was happening: I was topless, in public, having my breasts rubbed.  It felt unbelievably good, and unbelievably naughty at the same time.  Charles was obviously enjoying himself too, judging by the bulge in his shorts.

“Come on” he said, “my turn”.  He gave me the bottle and turned round.  I sprayed the oil all over his back and starting to rub it in.  His back was strong and muscular and I got a real tingle between my legs as I ran my hands over his taut body.

“Turn around” I said.  I sprayed his chest and rubbed in the oil.  “You’re going to have to do something with that” I said nodding down at his straining erection.

“Yes” he said, “I’ve got plans”.  He laughed and laid down front-first on his towel.  I joined him.  After about half an hour, I was getting uncomfortably warm again.  “Come on” said Charles, “let’s go back”.  I put my shirt on and packed the bags and we walked slowly up the beach.  We didn’t talk much as we made our way up the hill.  As soon as we got inside the apartment, Charles closed the door and kissed me passionately, pushing me against the wall.  I slipped my hands inside his shirt to feel his firm abdominal muscles, he virtually tore my blouse off grabbing my breasts.  I had never felt so turned on.  He kissed my neck, then stopped, pulling a face.  “It’s the oil” he said, “we need a shower”.  We ran giggling into the bathroom and quickly stripped off.  Charles got in the shower first, then pulled me in.  It was a tight squeeze, but it felt wonderful.  Charles’s hands were all over my body washing me with lots of soap.  I reciprocated, and for the first time in my life I handled Charles’s cock.  I was amazed as I felt it grow harder in my hands.  I was seriously wondering how this thing was going to fit inside me.

“Charles” I said, “this is my first time”.

“I know” he said, “relax, it will be fine”.  He led me from the shower and wrapped a huge fluffy towel around me before grabbing a towel for himself.  I quickly dried myself off and walked into the bedroom.  My heart was pounding.  I had a combined sense of dread and anticipation.  Charles took me in his arms and drew me close.  Our bodies melted together and I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh.  He kissed me deeply, then nibbled my neck, working his way down my shoulders.  He pulled me down to the bed and turned me over so that I was laying face down, my head away from him.  “You’ll like this” he said in a deep, husky voice.  He slowly ran his finger down my spine, his touch as light as a feather.  As he reached my lower back, he trailed up my side towards my neck.  For minutes, Charles stroked my back with the lightest of touches.  Gradually he started working lower and brushed my bottom checks before stroking my thighs.  Without even realising it, I parted my legs slightly, and his fingers explored my quivering body.  I let out a groan – this was so good!  

Charles took my shoulder and gently turned me onto my back.  His face looked flushed but serious, as if he was concentrating hard.  He kissed me deeply.  He started his light finger touches again, this time circling each breast before brushing across my nipples.  Again, I gasped out loud.  His hand moved further down, his fingers gently exploring my willing body.  “You’re very wet” he grinned as he moved his finger from the entrance of my vagina towards my clitoris.  As his finger slid across the hardening nub I felt like I’d been given an electric shock.  My back arched and I groaned out loud.  I could tell that Charles was very turned on.  He shifted position and knelt between my legs, gently pushing them apart.  I braced myself as slowly, but surely, he entered me in slow, deliberate strokes.  At first, it was painful, but as my body adjusted and I relaxed, I felt Charles fill me to the hilt.  It was the most incredible sensation.  As Charles increased in pressure and speed, so I felt my orgasm grow.  Suddenly, my whole body spasmed in the most intense climax I’d ever had.  As my muscles contracted I was dimly aware that I had tipped Charles over the edge and he climaxed too with a long, loud, moan.

We both lay exhausted in the bed.  I snuggled into Charles’s arms and he drifted off to sleep.  “Oh my God” I thought, “That was fantastic.  I wish I’d done it years ago!” 


 
8.	 Charles

Jane and I had a fantastic holiday in the apartment, and by the end, I was literally shagged out!  We returned back to university life, and we were both very busy catching up on missed lectures and tutorials.  We still got to spend some time together, which was nice, but frankly, it was getting boring.  Don’t get me wrong, Jane was a fabulous fuck but she was very inexperienced and unimaginative.  Once again, Jake came to the rescue.  “I have this friend, Don, in Earls Court” he said, “he runs a specialist bookshop which sells all kind of weird stuff.  It might be interesting for you”.  London was quite a journey, but I thought, what the hell!

The following Saturday, I made my excuses to Jane and travelled down to London to the shop.  From the outside, it looked dark and foreboding, with the shop front blacked out and large warning signs on the door.  I went inside.  It was dimly lit and smelt of incense and leather.  In the corner stood a man dressed in a black t-shirt and a studded hat.  “Hi” I said, “Are you Don?”

“Might be” he said, “who wants to know?”

“I’ve been recommended to you by my friend Jake” I said.

“Jake?”

“Jake Logan” I said, “from Queensland”.  Suddenly a broad grin broke out on the man’s face.

“Jake Logan” he said, “how is the old bugger?”

I smiled.  “He’s very good” I said.

“Well, welcome!   Any friend of Jake is a friend of mine.  How can I help?”

For the next hour I was shown around the shop and introduced to the wonderful world of S&M.  I had no idea!  I came away with a bag full of books, magazines and toys, and a considerably lighter wallet.

That night, I stayed up until the early hours reading the books and taking in the magazines.  I had a fabulous wank - this stuff really worked for me.  It got me thinking, this would be fun with Jane.  So I hatched a plan.

When I had been travelling in Hong Kong, I bought a 35mm camera with a telephoto lens.  I decided to be a private investigator for the day, with Jane as my mark.  I secretly photographed her as she left her house and went shopping, then later when she was on an evening out with the girls.  The following day, I posted the film for express printing, and a few days later the photographs were back.  I was pleased with the results.  I had the evidence I needed.

That weekend, Jane’s housemates were all away and we had the house to ourselves.  I arrived for lunch, as arranged.  As soon as I got in the door, I gave Jane a huge kiss, then put her chain on her.   “Assume your position” I said coolly.  She must have been anticipating my arrival because she wore nothing under her dressing gown.  She knelt on the floor, naked, head bowed, just as I had taught her.  “What have I told you about your posture and arm placement?”  I asked.

She looked up at me.  “I must always put my shoulders back and never cover myself” she said, obviously wondering where this was going.

I took the photographs from my coat pocket. “Look at this” I said, showing her a photograph I’d taken of her at the nightclub.  She was hunched forward with her arms across her chest.

“Where did you get this?” she said.  To her amazement, I slapped her right breast hard.  

“This is serious” I said, “I am not pleased.  I am going to punish you”.

“But I…”

I slapped her left breast.  I was starting to enjoy this.  Both her breasts had slight red marks where I had struck her.  Jane lowered her head and stopped talking.  I reached inside my coat pocket and pulled out two clothes pegs.  “Do you know what these are?”  I said.

“Clothes pegs?” she said, not sure if this was the correct response.

“No” I said, “they are nipple clamps”.  I licked my fingers and played with her right nipple.  It puckered up nicely.  I opened the jaws of the peg and placed it on her nipple.  I gradually released the pressure and the jaws gripped firmly.  Jane sucked in her breath and pulled her head back.  I repeated the operation on her left nipple.  I lightly ran my fingers around her breasts then flicked the pegs.  Jane squirmed but did not say anything.  “Pull your shoulders back” I ordered, and she complied.  “You must never cover yourself, do you understand?”

“I understand, I’m sorry, please…”

“Quiet!” I said.  I reached down and pulled at the left peg.  Jane let out a sharp groan.  I opened the jaws of the peg slowly, releasing her nipple.  I took my finger and thumb and gently massaged the nipple back into shape.  I then placed my finger on the tip and pushed it deep into her breast, fully inverting the nipple.  Again, Jane let out a groan.  I took hold of the peg on her right nipple and pulled, stretching the nipple.  Jane moaned loudly.  I opened the peg, releasing the nipple.  I massaged the nipple back into shape, then pushed it hard into Jane’s breast.  Again she moaned, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Sit on bed!” I ordered.  I roughly pulled Jane up from the floor and sat her down on the edge of the bed.  “Lie down!”  She lay down, her feet on the floor and her bottom on the edge of the bed, her face looking up at the ceiling.  I gave her another photograph.  This showed Jane at the nightclub with her hands clasped between her legs.  “You must never cover yourself, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand”.  

“Open your legs” I ordered, “and keep them open”.

I knelt down in front of her, her sex open in front of my face.  I ran my hand up her left thigh then down again.  I smacked her, just above the knee.  I smacked her again, a little higher this time.  I smacked her again and again until I reached the top of her thigh.  I then stroked her right thigh and spanked her above her right knee, working slowly upwards.  

“You will obey me” I said, and I smacked her on her sex.  She flinched and gave a little yelp.  I smacked her again, a little harder, then a third time, harder still.  This time, she shifted her hips and involuntarily closed her legs.

I stood up so that she could see me again.  “That’s not good enough” I said sternly.  I slowly removed the leather belt from my trousers.  Jane looked at me with trepidation but didn’t move.  I stood back, took the end of the belt in my right hand and brought it down sharply between her legs on the most sensitive part of her body.  She gasped but kept her legs open.  I struck her again, harder.  Again she flinched and started to close her legs.  I roughly pushed them apart again and struck her for the third time with a loud whack.  This time she yelped loudly but kept herself exposed.  I ran my hand across her vulva, it felt warm and her lips were dark and swollen.  With my left hand I pushed a finger inside her, then added a finger from my right hand.  I pried her apart, forcing her open.  She was wet.  By now I had a raging hard-on.  I removed my fingers and stood up, pressing myself against her sex, my hard-on straining through my trousers.  I leant over her and pinched her nipples hard.   “Beg me” I ordered, “Beg me to fuck you”.  Her face was red and she had a wild look in her eyes.  She pushed her chest out in defiance.  “Fuck me” she growled through gritted teeth, “Fuck me hard!”.   I had never felt so powerful and turned on before in my life.  I entered her quickly and rammed home, again and again.  I was overwhelmed by pure animal passion and came fast and hard.  I withdrew and wiped myself on her pubic hair.  She was covered in my cum.  I dressed quickly and gave her a final hard slap between her legs.  I didn’t say a word, I just opened the door and left.

 
9.	 Jane

I was in turmoil.  I was laying there, splayed open, shocked by what had happened.  Part of me felt like I’d just been raped, part of me was turned on like never before.  I carefully inspected myself.  My nipples were tender and my cunt was awash with Charles’s sperm.  I gingerly felt my vulva, which was warm and swollen after the beating, but it wasn’t sore.  In fact, it felt very good, and soon I was smearing Charles’s cum over my clit and within seconds I had a massive orgasm.

Charles came round the following day.  I didn’t really know what to say to him and I was, frankly, confused.  Charles seemed contrite.  He took me in his arms and gave me a huge kiss, which was very reassuring.  “About yesterday” he said, “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.  Remember, you were wearing the chain.  That makes all the difference”.

“I…understand” I said unconvincingly.

“Tell me what you’re feeling” said Charles.

“It was…different, amazing, shocking”

“I want you to know I’m very proud of you” said Charles, lifting my chin with his hand.  “You’ve come a long way”

“That’s true” I admitted, “but where are you taking me with this?  Believe me, I will never forget the lesson, and from now on I will stick my chest out at every opportunity, but where is this leading?  Are you trying to turn me into some sort of sex object, a stripper?”

“No” Charles smiled, “that’s not it at all.  I want you to be proud of your body.  I want you to be aware of the impact you have on the people around you.  I want you to learn how to use your sexuality, not as a stripper but as a confident, powerful, woman”.

“You enjoy punishing me, don’t you?”  I looked at Charles directly into his eyes, into his soul.

“Yes, it’s true” he said.  “It turns me on.  But be truthful, it turns you on too.  Your body doesn’t lie”.

I couldn’t argue with that.  I was so confused.

 
10.	 Charles

Our relationship definitely changed after than weekend.  Jane was scrupulous in following my instructions and she seemed to be relaxed in her submission.  It was though a huge burden had been lifted from her – she no longer had responsibility for her sexual behaviour, she simply had to obey me.  My friend Tim also noticed a change in Jane.  “I don’t know what it is” he said, “but there’s something different about her.  She’s looking really good”.  I reckon Tim had enjoyed seeing Jane in her underwear and that he was looking for another invitation.

I enjoyed teaching Jane new skills.  Early in our relationship Jane had told me how gross oral sex must be.  I now took this as a challenge and a test of her submission.  At our next session I had her kneel naked in front of me, as usual.  She looked up at me as I stripped in front of her.  I stood close to her face. “Lick it” I said.  She looked at me and pulled a face.  I raised my eyebrows, and she took the hint.  She leaned forward and dabbed the end of her tongue on the side of my penis, then licked down to the base.  She did the same on the other side, then worked her away back to the top.  She paused, then closed her eyes and put the end of my hardening cock into her mouth, her tongue licking and probing.  This felt really good.  I groaned a little and my cock stiffened.  I felt her hands cradling my balls and pulling on my shaft, exposing the head of my cock, which she then licked and sucked.  I took her head in my hands, her blond hair spilling through my fingers.  I gently pulled her head forward and thrust at the same time and she immediately starting gagging.  I withdrew and looked into her eyes. “Relax” I said, “Don’t fight me”.  She nodded and opened her mouth.  I held her head firm and thrust into her throat.  Her face contorted but she didn’t gag.  It didn’t take many thrusts before I came.  She spluttered and half-choked.  Her mouth was open, full of cum, dribbling down her chin.  “Swallow” I ordered.  She shook her head.  I lifted her chin up high, forcing her mouth closed.  “Swallow” I said again.  I saw her throat move.  She swallowed.  I let go of her chin and she leant back, gasping.

“That was very good” I said, “but we need more practice”.

 
11.	 Jane

I really struggled with my first blow-job.  When Charles ordered me to suck him, I really didn’t want to do it.    But Charles’s training was obviously having an effect on me.  I got an overwhelming sense of submission.  I relaxed and I simply did as I was told.  It was liberating and very exciting.  Charles seemed enormous in my mouth and he started to thrust down my throat.  I gagged, but he made me relax and accept him.  He came quickly and I felt him spurt down my throat.  What an amazing feeling!  When he finished I wanted to spit out his salty cum, but he made me swallow.  The whole thing was unbelievably erotic.

For three nights in a row, Charles had made me give him a blow job and I was very frustrated.  Charles had introduced a new rule that I was only to cum with his permission, and this effectively stopped me masturbating.  After three consecutive nights of giving Charles massive orgasms by blowjob, I was ready to explode.  He laid me down, and stroked me, like he usually did, but instead of entering me, he brought out a small vibrator.  I’d never used one before, but it felt wonderful and I was soon building to a climax.  Suddenly, Charles stopped and smacked me hard on my sex.  “What are you doing?” he said, “I haven’t given you permission to cum”.  He applied the vibrator again, and once more I quickly built to climax.  Charles kept bringing me to the edge, sometimes spanking me, sometimes pinching my nipples hard.  Finally, he made me cum.  I couldn’t help myself.  I tried to control it, but I just couldn’t do it.

 “What do you think you’re doing?” said Charles.

I was too exhausted to speak.  I’d just had the longest cum in my life and I was literally speechless.  I knew I was going to be punished, but just at that moment, I didn’t care – it had been worth it.

I didn’t see Charles until the weekend.  He sent me a note telling me that I was going to be punished on Saturday afternoon.  I didn’t know what to make of it.   As the weekend approached I was getting both horny and nervous.  I’d dare not touch myself in case Charles somehow found out and the anticipation was growing.

When Charles eventually arrived, I was very nervous.  He gave me a big hug, deep kiss, then put the chain on me.  He sat me down on the bed and told me to take deep breaths to relax.  I did, and it helped.

“I am here to punish you” he said.  “Do you know why you are being punished?”

“Because I came without permission” I whispered, my head bowed.

“Very good.  Now, stand up and turn around”.  I did as I was told.  Charles leant over me and put a blindfold around my eyes.  He tied it tight.  I couldn’t see a thing.  “Now strip” he said.  I took off my clothes and placed them on the bed.  I was aware that Charles moved them away.  Charles handcuffed my wrists behind my back and said quietly “Assume your position”.  He guided me to the centre of the bedroom and helped me kneel down.  “Now” he said, “remember your training.  Obey me and be confident”.  I consciously pulled back my shoulders and thrust out my breasts.  I heard Charles move to side of the room, and then, to my horror, he opened the door and said “Come in”.  Someone entered the room.  

I was in shock.  Up until know, Charles had been the only person to see me naked.  Now I was helpless, blindfolded and handcuffed with a stranger in the room.  I rapidly realised there was nothing I could do.  As Charles said, this was out of my hands - all I could was take what was coming to me.  I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and another on my back.  The hands moved all over my body, my breasts and nipples receiving special attention.  I felt a mouth around my left breast, then another on my right.  Both men were sucking and flicking my nipples with their tongues.  The feeling was indescribable.  Without even thinking I arched my back and spread by legs.  I now felt a hand between my legs, the fingers probing and massaging my clit.  I could feel myself getting really turned on.

Suddenly they stopped.  My legs were pushed apart and a finger inserted into my vagina.  It was withdrawn, wet with my juices.  “You’re a horny bitch!” said Charles.  I heard him fumbling with his clothes, then a familiar scent as his cock was placed on my cheek.  “Suck” he said.  I did as I was told.  I moved my tongue over the head of his penis and sucked, just as he liked it.  Within minutes, he was groaning out loud and I was lost in my work, oblivious to the fact that the stranger had started to massage my breasts while I worked on Charles.  I deep-throated Charles to climax and I loved the sensation of my mouth filling with his sperm.  I had just finished swallowing when I felt another, hard, cock pressed against my face.  It must have been the stranger’s.  I took the cock in my mouth and I heard the stranger groan as my tongue got to work.  I had the strangest of sensations – an out-of-body experience.  I was looking on as this man was receiving a blow-job.  I was just a spectator, not a participant.  I was brought back to earth by slaps to my bottom – that would have been Charles.  I finished off the stranger, and again, my mouth filled with sperm.

I’d only rested a few seconds, when I was hauled to my feet and the handcuffs removed.  I was virtually thrown onto the bed.  I was positioned on my knees with my head down and my bottom high in the air.  My legs were pushed wide apart and I felt cool air wafting my sex.  “You are going to take 6 strokes of the cane” said Charles.  “You must count them.  Do you understand?”

“Yes” I whispered.

I felt a hand on my back, holding me steady. I heard a swishing sound, then felt a terrible stinging sensation across my buttocks.

“Ahhhh.  One” I said.  The stinging was unbearable.  I was fully expecting the second stroke, but instead I heard a buzzing sound, and all of a sudden I felt a vibrator pressed against my clit.  Another swish and another sizzling sting.  “Two” I cried out.  The vibrator operator was very good, and by the fifth stroke I was teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm.  “Please may I come?” I said in a load hoarse whisper.  “Only on the sixth stroke” was the reply.  Fortunately, the final blow landed quickly and I was able to let myself go in an all-consuming earth-shattering climax.  I lay exhausted on the bed.  After a few minutes, I heard the door open and the stranger leave.  Charles took off my blindfold and chain and joined me in the bed.  He hugged me, and kissed me, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I never did find out who the stranger was.  Charles wouldn’t say, and I got bored asking, but I have my suspicions.

 
12.	 Charles

That summer, Jane and I grew apart.  Jane spent the summer working for a bank in Zurich, while I remained at home stacking shelves in the local supermarket.  When we met after being not seeing each for three months, I barely recognised her.  Her hair had grown, she was dressed very smartly and she wore designer glasses.  She had become self-assured and outgoing.  To my great regret she refused to wear the chain again, but we remained great friends, and we continued having the occasional discrete liaison for many years afterwards.  Tim, in the meantime, renewed his acquaintance with Jane, and 18 months later they had Susan, a beautiful little girl.  For a time I suspected I might be the father but Jane insisted she was Tim’s.   Later that year Tim and Jane married, and I admit I was a little jealous.  But they were perfect together, and both of them meant a lot to me.

I met Cindy not long after I graduated.  Cindy was the complete opposite of Jane, she had a dark complexion with jet black hair and the most gorgeous green eyes.  She was a manager at one of my clients and she had a simple, no-nonsense attitude.  You always knew where you were with Cindy, she didn’t play games.  It was obvious, right from the start that she was interested with me, and from that point on, I didn’t stand a chance - Cindy’s mind was made up, and that was that!

We were married in a quaint little church in Cindy’s home village on a beautiful spring day.  We settled down to a life of domestic bliss, and four years later our daughter, Laura was born.  Laura changed everything.  Fatherhood had a profound impact on me and my outlook on life changed.  I stopped my occasional flings with Jane and I earned several promotions at work.  Being a good father and provider became the most important thing in my life.

Laura had just started school when we received the devastating news that Cindy had liver cancer.  She hadn’t been feeling well all summer and she rapidly deteriorated over the autumn.  As the nights closed in, so Laura’s life ebbed away, and she died one dark November evening.  I got a huge amount of support from both Cindy’s and my family, but it was Tim and Jane who helped me through the toughest time.  They were with me on the saddest day of my life when I scattered Cindy’s ashes in the wood near the church where we were married.  It was Tim and Jane who kept me going that Christmas and cheered me up when everything else was dragging me down.  Their daughter, Susan, was amazing too.  She is five years older than Laura but the girls had been firm friends all their life.  Susan would play with Laura while I had long talks with Tim and Jane.  They pulled me and Laura through a very difficult time, and I will be eternally grateful to them for everything they did for us.

Shortly after our dinner party, I received a mysterious text from Jane asking me to meet her at a local hotel.  She used our secret codeword so I knew I had to be discrete. We hadn’t met like this for five years, so I had no idea what to expect.  At the appointed time I met her in the hotel bar and she whispered her room number to me.  She left, and a few minutes later I followed.  I was getting quite excited, this was just like the old times.  She answered the door and let me in, kissing me on the cheek.  “Charles” she said, “thanks for meeting me like this.  I hope you don’t mind us being secretive about this, but I need to talk to you about something very personal”.

“No problem” I said, “what’s up?”

“Do you remember at the dinner party we talked about Susan?  Well, I’ve been giving this a lot of thought.  I remember what it’s like being 16, and it’s hard.  Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but if I’d known then what I know now I would have had a much more rounded childhood.  I was ready at that age, Charles, I just didn’t know how to express myself”

“Ready for what?” I asked

“Oh Charles, don’t be so naïve.  Susan has just had her 16th birthday - she’s old enough to be married, for God’s sake!   I’ve seen her with her friends; the boys.  She has needs, desires.  I know, I used to be 16 myself not so long ago.  The point is Susan needs to be taught some self-confidence.  She needs to be much more aware of her body and to understand and use its power.  Does this sound familiar?”  She looked at me and smiled.

“Yes, of course” I grinned, “but how can I help?”

“Charles!  You’re impossible!  Don’t you see?  When we were at university you taught me, trained me, and it had a massive impact on my life.  I want Susan to have the same life-changing experience, but at a time when she can really benefit from it”.

“What?  Oh no!   It wouldn’t be right – it would almost be incest!”  I shook my head.

“Listen, Charles.  I know what I’m asking.  I realise what this means”.

“What does Tim think?” I asked.

“I don’t think Tim would understand”.  Jane sat down on the bed.  “This is something special, something strictly between a mother and a daughter.  This is why I wanted to meet you in secret”.

“I couldn’t” I protested, “do you realise what you’re asking me to do?”

“Of course I do, Charles, but you need to trust me.  I don’t want my daughter’s first time to be with some spotty teenager who has no idea what he’s doing.  Anyway, it’s not just  about sex, it’s about the whole experience you provide – well, OK, the sex is important, but frankly, any woman, of any age would be very lucky to be fucked by you”.

Very flattering, I thought, but I wasn’t convinced.

“I’m sorry Charles, but I’m going to have to insist.  Do you remember the gold chain?  Well now it’s my turn to put the chain on you.  You must obey.  You must be confident”.

“OK, OK, I’ll think about it” I said.  

It took me a few days, and sleepless nights, to come to terms with what Jane was asking me to do.  I phoned Jane at work with my decision.

“I’ll do it” I said, “but this is the deal.  With your help, I will do a training session with Susan but I won’t fuck her.  Instead, you are going to wear the gold chain and I am going to take you in any way I see fit”.

The phone went quiet – Jane seemed to be lost for words.  “OK” she said eventually, “I think that’s very acceptable”. 

 
13.	 Susan

Since my birthday mum had been acting weird – she seemed to be preoccupied about something and kept going on about me being all grown up.  Not grown up enough, I noted, to let me go to the year 13 party!  That weekend she had arranged for me to spend the day with Uncle Charles and Laura.  The weather was looking good and Uncle Charles said he would take us to the beach.  

As the weekend got closer, mum got weirder.  She told me about how she had met Uncle Charles at university and how Uncle Charles was an amazing person.  Mum was trying to tell me something, but I just couldn’t understand what she was getting at.  

“I’m going to ask you to do something very special and Uncle Charles is going to help you.  You must listen to Uncle Charles and do everything he says, as well as everything I say, do you understand?”  

“Yes mum”

“Everything.  This is important”.  Mum was being deadly serious.  She gave me a hug.  “This is a very special mother-daughter thing.  Strictly between you and me.   OK?”

“Yes mum”.  What a strange person my mum is!

Uncle Charles arrived shortly afterwards with Laura and the three of us drove down to the coast.  Laura and I sat on the back seat and we chatted the whole way.  Laura was starting the top year at junior school in September and was looking forward to being a prefect – probably so that she could boss people around!  I told her about my school and the scandal about the girl in my year who we thought had got pregnant.  We got to the beach in no time.  

It was a beautiful day and lovely and warm on the sand.  We sunbathed and ate ice cream, then Uncle Charles said “We’re going to play a game”.  He took out a gold chain from his pocket and put it around Laura’s neck.  The chain had a funny little padlock on the front and looked too big for Laura.  

“This is a special gold chain” said Uncle Charles.  “Who-ever wears it must do everything they’re told.  Let’s see.  Laura. Stand on one foot”.  Laura stood on one foot.  

I laughed.  “Put your arms in the air” I said.  Laura raised her arms, overbalanced and fell over, giggling.

“You know” said Uncle Charles, “we can order Laura to do anything we want”.  He smiled and winked at me.

“I wonder what we’ll make her do” I said, enjoying the conspiracy.  Uncle Charles came over to me and whispered in my ear.  I gasped at his suggestion and we grinned at each other.

“Laura” I said, “take off all your clothes”

Laura looked at me, puzzled.  “You heard” said Uncle Charles.  Laura shrugged her shoulders and pulled her t-shirt over her head.  She then wiggled her hips and took off her skirt.  She was now in her bikini and I thought she would stop, but she lifted up her bikini top over her head.  She then started to pull her bikini bottoms down and the top of bum came into view.

“Very good.  That will do” said Uncle Charles.  “Put your bum away”.  Laura pulled her bikini bottoms back up but made no attempt to put her top back on.  She was too young to have developed breasts but I was surprised that she didn’t mind being topless.

“See those boys over there?” said Uncle Charles, pointing to some young teenagers playing football

“Yes” said Laura.

“Go and ask them for the time” said Uncle Charles.  Laura walked over to the boys, wearing just her bikini bottoms.  Her head was held high and her back straight.  She wasn’t embarrassed at all.  The boys stopped playing for a minute and were talking and smiling at her.  After a few seconds she came back.

“It’s three o’clock” she said.

“Well done!” said Uncle Charles, “You did very well”.  He leant down and gave Laura a kiss on the forehead and took the chain from her neck.  It suddenly occurred to me, in a moment of panic, that Uncle Charles might put the chain on me and make me strip on the beach.  I was very relieved when he said “It’ll be your turn soon, but not here”.

After another hour sunbathing and paddling we packed up and headed back to the car.  “We are going to have a look at the new shopping centre” said Uncle Charles.  I like shopping centres, so I was very happy.  When we arrived I was a little disappointed as this was quite a small place, but there were several good clothes shops.  I saw a really nice top in a shop window and was just about to go inside when Uncle Charles stopped me.  “It’s your turn” he said, and he pulled out the gold chain and placed it around my neck.  I suddenly felt nervous.  What was Uncle Charles going to make me do?

“Are you ready?”  he said.

“I think so” I said unconvincingly.

Uncle Charles gave me a large envelope and a carrier bag.  How strange.  The envelope had my name on it and the carrier bag contained some clothes.  I recognised the handwriting on the envelope – it was my mum’s.  I opened it, and inside was a handwritten note and another smaller envelope.  The note said “Take the envelope and the bag to the disabled toilet.  When you are there, open the envelope and do exactly as it says, love, mum.  PS: take Laura with you.  She must make sure you do everything you are told”.

This was very strange.  I was curious to know what was in the smaller envelope.  I showed the letter to Uncle Charles.  He read it out loud and said to Laura “You are in charge”.  Laura led me away to the café.  Fortunately, it was quiet and there was no-one in the disabled toilet.  It was large and looked clean, and it smelled nice.  Laura locked the door.  “What’s in the envelope?” she said, as keen as me to find out.  I tore it open and took out another handwritten note from my mum.  As I read it, my mouth dropped wide open; I couldn’t believe what it said.  I passed it to Susan.

“Wow” she said. 

Wow indeed!

The note said:  “You must strip completely and put on the skirt and top in the bag.  You must then go back to Uncle Charles for further instructions.  Laura will take all your clothes and belongings”.  I looked at Laura, she looked at me and pointed to the gold chain. “You know the rules” she said, “You must do as you’re told”.

I took the skirt and top from the bag.  The skirt was my size but was very short.  The top was a small button-up sleeveless blouse.  “Put them on” said Laura, and she took the skirt and top from my hands.  I took my t-shirt off and my skirt.  I hesitated - I hadn’t been naked with Laura since I was a young child, but I had to do what I’d been told.  I took my bra off and handed it to her.  Laura passed me the top, which I put on quickly.  It was so small that none of the buttons reached and it hung loosely over my chest.  Laura handed me the skirt, which I put on.  I caught sight of myself in the mirror.  You could see my ass-checks so I had to pull the skirt right down onto my hips.  The skirt was so low I had to be careful not to show my pubic hair at the front.  I didn’t know what I was going to do about my top as it flopped opened every time I moved.  Laura then had a brainwave; there was a loose piece of cotton which she snapped from one of the arms.  She threaded the cotton through two buttonholes in the middle of the blouse and tied a knot.  The shirt didn’t meet in the middle, but it least it didn’t flap open.  “You need to give me your panties” said Laura.  I took them off, picked them up off the floor and handed them over.  I put my shoes on, adjusted my skirt and looked at myself again in the mirror.  I looked slutty but I had to admit, I felt very sexy.

  “Come on” ordered Susan, “Let’s go”.

I know I was blushing: I could feel it in my face, but I was excited.  Laura unlocked the door and we walked back to Uncle Charles.  Part of me hoped no-one would notice me, part of me hoped everyone would.

 
14.	 Charles

After five minutes or so I saw Laura coming back with Susan just behind her.  My heart skipped a beat.  Susan looked stunning.  Her figure was just like her mother’s all those years ago, her long legs emphasised by the heels on her shoes and the short, short skirt; the shape of her breasts clearly visible beneath her top.  Somehow she had fastened the front together, leaving a large gap that framed her pert cleavage.   By the time she reached me, you could tell that she was turned on by this experience; her face was flushed and her nipples were sharp points in the fabric of her blouse.  

“Well done” I said, trying very hard not to stare at her chest.  “This is your next task.  See that man over there?”  I pointed to a man in his early twenties drinking a coffee.  “Go ask him for the time”.

Susan smiled and walked slowly towards the café.  The man spilt his coffee when he saw her.  She flirted with him for a few seconds then walked back towards us.  She was lapping up the attention she was receiving. I took some snapshots on my phone and hugged her around her shoulders when she returned.  “Come on” I said, allowing myself a good look at her enticing chest and stiffened nipples “you look cold. Let’s go home”.  We returned to the car.  I took the gold chain from Susan and I gave her one of my spare hoodies, which she wore gratefully.  On the way back home, she sat on the back seat.  She was quietly contemplative, looking out of the window and only occasionally chatting with Laura.  I could see the top of Susan’s legs in the rear-view mirror barely covered by her short skirt.  Just once, I caught a glimpse of pubic hair, maybe more.  I nearly crashed the car.  

 
15.	 Jane

I know it was probably my imagination, but Susan seemed completely different when she got back home.  She came running in wearing the short skirt I made her wear and a hoodie I didn’t recognise.  She gave me a big hug and said “Thanks mum, that was amazing!  I really enjoyed it.  I’m glad you made me do it”.  Charles and Laura followed.  Charles showed me the pictures he’d taken and I was, frankly, astonished.  My little girl looked unbelievably grown up and incredibly sexy. “How was she?”  I said to Charles. “She was marvellous” he said grinning.

As agreed, the following day, I secretly met up with Charles in a local pub.  He drove us out into the country and down a long country lane.  We parked at the entrance of a small field and he took a picnic basket from the boot of the car.  We walked around the field edge and across a stile into the next field.  It was a meadow full of long grass and wild flowers.  Charles laid a blanket on the ground and took a bottle of wine and two glasses from the basket.

“To old times” he said, clinking the glasses together.  Charles drank his wine then pulled a familiar jewellery box from the basket.  He had a broad grin on his face.  I turned round and he placed the chain around my neck.  It had been a very long time since I had worn this chain, but I remembered exactly what I had to do.  I turned back to face Charles, and slowly undid the buttons of my dress.  I stood up and let the fabric fall from my body.  I quickly took off my bra and panties, then kneeled in front of him, my knees on the blanket.  I bowed my head, put my hands behind my back and pulled my shoulders back.

“You look fabulous” said Charles.   He stripped off and pulled me down onto the blanket.  He kissed me and ran his hands across my body, my skin rising in goosebumps at his feather touch.  He kissed and sucked my nipples then planted kisses further and further down my body until he reached my thighs.  He positioned himself between my knees and started licking my sex in an upward motion.  I arched my back and pushed out my sex.  His tongue lapped and flicked my clitoris.  His hands moved upwards and gently massaged my breasts.  It was wonderful.  I came with a long, loud moan.  I lay there for several minutes, basking in the afterglow and warm sunshine.

“I should have done that a long time ago” said Charles, and he kissed me, my scent strong on his lips.
