{ASST} Sweet_Offer {Mr_Ed} (Mg, pett, rom, 1st, cons)

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Sweet Offer

by:  Mr. Ed

Actually Bruce found he was bored, despite being in 
Jamaica, with all sorts of activities going on around 
him.  He was staying at his wife's family home, well 
out into the middle of the country, and during the day 
he was able to keep busy working about the yard.  
Always he had to fight to do the work, for there were 
so many willing to do it for the visiting white man, 
but it was his way of keeping busy, and would end up 
winning the argument.  Now, however, the evening was 
getting on, the sun was low, and work had been 
finished for the day.

Opening his rented car, Bruce slipped inside to select 
a couple of compact discs, for he always took comfort 
from listening to his music, and had carried some from 
his home in Canada.  He was glad he had decided to do 
that, along with his portable disc player.  Now, he 
could listen to some good music at least.

"Mr. Bruce," called out the girl he knew was Janet.  
"May I sit with you and listen to the nice music with 
you, please Sir?"

"I don't have any objections, Janet, but you must get 
permission from your parents and my wife before I can 
say yes, darling."

"I'll be right back, Mr. Bruce," she said taking off 
for the house at a run.

Janet was somewhere between nine and ten, he figured, 
judging from her small size, and was the prettiest of 
the different children hanging about the yard daily.  
She was the daughter, of a young man that used to take 
care of the yard and the old folks when none of the 
other family was around.  His lady had come to share 
space in the tight living quarters, made even tighter 
by Candice, his wife, and himself being there for two 
weeks.  They had been given the best room in the 
house, leaving everyone else cramped into small little 
rooms.  No other option seemed to be available, so it 
was tolerated.

Janet returned a few minutes later, her father Michael 
at her side.  "Mr. Bruce," said Michael.  "You can do 
whatever you want with Janet as if she was your 
daughter," he said.  "You don't have to ask us about 
anything.  Spank her if she needs it; cuddle her if 
you like, for we wish you could take her home with you 
when you go."

"That's a new thought for me, Michael," he said.  
"Come around to the other side if you want to come in 
Janet.  That subject I'll have to discuss with 
Candice, Michael."

"Karen and I would be so happy if it could be, Mr. 
Bruce.  We have her papers, except for the visa to 
enter Canada, and I will talk to Candice as well.  I'm 
going back to the shop, and will see you later, Mr. 
Bruce."

"Later, Michael," he acknowledged.

"Isn't this boring for you, Janet?" asked Bruce.

"Not when I'm with you, Sir," she said quietly.  "I'd 
do anything for you.  You are so nice!"

"Careful what you say, sweetheart, but thank you for 
the sentiment.  Is this the kind of music you like?"

"She sings so pretty, and I've heard her on the radio 
before.  I love this, Mr. Bruce."

"Alright, sweetheart.  I'm going to lean back, and you 
can if you want to as well," he said as he released 
his seat back, and pushed down into a reclining 
position.  When Janet couldn't figure out how, he 
reached over her, pulled up the lever, showing her at 
the same time, and felt a little butterfly kiss on his 
cheek.  "Thank you for that sweet kiss, sweetheart," 
he said, giving her a smile as he reclined into his 
seat.

They had listened to a couple of songs, and sang along 
with one they both knew, and now were listening to yet 
another.  "Would you be mad at me if I tried to give 
you another kiss, Mr. Bruce?" she asked quietly.

"That you should want to is wonderful, sweetheart," he 
told her.  "I suppose I could accept one more from 
such a sweet girl."

Janet climbed up on the seat she was in, leaned 
forward to where her chest was against his, and kissed 
him fully on his mouth.  His hand had gone under her 
butt to support her, and keep her from falling into 
the gear shift lever.  "I love you, Mr. Bruce," she 
said.  "I'd still do anything for you!"

"That says you would let me rape you, baby, and I'm 
sure you don't mean that, Janet," he said.  "You've 
got to say things more carefully."

"You can rape me if you want, Mr. Bruce, 'cause I 
meant anything, just like I said.  You are holding me 
so nice, and I love how it makes me feel."

"My hand shouldn't be on your butt, sweetheart, and 
rape is not a nice thing.  If I took it away, you 
could hurt yourself, so I have to hold you to prevent 
that from happening.  Sex, though is for someone a 
little older than you are."

"I'm eleven, and all I know is how you made me feel 
from the first time I saw you.  You are so nice to be 
around, and I promise, I wouldn't tell anybody if you 
wanted to do anything with me."

"Get back into your seat before I use my hand on your 
bum to spank it, Janet," he instructed.

She did go back, but as she did, she said, "I'd take a 
spanking from you any day!"

"Enough, little one!" he ordered.

Silence other than the music prevailed until it was 
time to change the CD and put in a new one.  When the 
new one was playing, he stretched back out, pausing to 
place his hand on the girl's cheek, and caress her for 
a moment.

"You don't hate me?" she asked.

"No, Baby!" he exclaimed.  "I could never hate you!  
Where did that come from?"

Janet looked at him for a moment, opened the car door, 
got out closed it, and then took off running somewhere 
he couldn't see.  Bruce pausing the music, got out and 
went to speak to Candice, telling her of what had 
happened.  He didn't understand the reason for the 
youngsters upset, but Candice knew her better, and 
would be able to deal with the matter for him.  With 
assurances from his wife, he returned to his music.

Ten to fifteen minutes later, Candice was back, Janet 
at her side.  Rolling down the window, he looked to 
see that the girl had a smile on her little face.  
"You yelled at her, and she was worried when you did 
that for she thought you hated her.  As soon as you 
said it was alright, and didn't hate her, she needed 
to have a little cry for she was happy about that."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bruce, but I didn't want you to see me 
crying," she told him.  "He didn't yell, Ms. Candice.  
It was just sounding angry, and that's what scared 
me."

"Mr. Bruce is the kindest, gentlest man I've ever 
known, Janet.  If he speaks hard to you, you had 
better listen.  There is nobody that he hates here or 
in Canada.  You owe him a big hug and kiss to make up 
with him!  You hear me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," she confirmed.  "I can give him that!"

"If you want a chance to go to Canada with us, you had 
better mind him real good, for he is likely to become 
your Daddy when you go foreign."

"Michael mentioned it to you, dear?" asked Bruce.

"I had it in mind anyway, but only if you agreed.  
She's a good girl, and could use the break.  We'll 
talk later about it, for there's still time."

"Sounds good to me, dear," he stated to her receding 
back.

"May I come back in, Mr. Bruce?" asked Janet.

"You better hurry, for I'm anxious to collect that hug 
and kiss I heard about," he said with a smile.

Seconds later, almost falling in her haste, she was 
opening the other door, climbing in, closing the door 
and launched herself against his chest.  Again he had 
to support her bottom to keep her from injury, and 
accepted the sweet kiss she placed squarely on his 
mouth.  "I love you so much, Mr. Bruce!" she declared.

"So you want to become my little girl, do you, Janet?" 
he asked.

"More than anything in the whole world, Mr. Bruce," 
she responded, and sealed it with another long kiss.  
"I love being held by you."

"Here I am with your little butt in my hand again!" he 
exclaimed.  "Seems it's becoming a habit."

"I hope so, for it feels so nice, Mr. Bruce.  Please, 
try to love me," she pleaded.

"Now listen, my little sweetheart, you are stealing my 
heart, and I still need it!  Take it easy on me, for I 
can't do without it."

"Do you really like me a little, Mr. Bruce, and want 
me to go back with you?"

"No, baby, I do not like you a little," he said 
looking serious.  Her face fell, as if she had been 
punched.  "I more than like you, and it isn't just a 
little, it's a whole big bunch!"

"You scared me, Mr. Bruce," she said.  "I want to do 
everything I can to make you love me!  Did you see me 
when I was bathing this afternoon?" she asked.

"When I noticed a little girl was bathing, I looked 
away for it is not for me to look at a naked little 
girl," he responded.

"Darn!" she exclaimed.  "I wanted you to see me."

"I don't need to see you naked to fall in love with 
you, Janet," he told her.  "You're doing a pretty good 
job of stealing my heart already!"

"I'm going to do whatever I can, Mr. Bruce," she 
stated.

"Start by getting back on your own seat, and getting 
your pretty little bum out of my hand, baby," he said 
with a smile.  "It does fit very nice though, and now 
I now how well a spanking would work if I ever had to 
give you one."

"I know I'd cry, 'cause you're strong, but anytime you 
want, my bum is yours to beat," she stated as she 
settled down onto her side.

"I doubt I'll ever have to sweetheart," he told her 
with a caress of her sweet face.

The paused music was restarted, and they again sat and 
listened.

After the end of the third song, Janet reached out and 
pressed the pause button once again.  "Mr. Bruce, 
would you follow me, please?" she requested.

"What is it, darling?" he asked.

"I need to pee, and I'm afraid out back of the house 
in the dark!"

"Well I'm not interested in your peeing up the car, so 
let's go," he said, pulling his key out of the car.  
Together they headed out towards the rear of the 
house, to where the outhouse was, Bruce carrying his 
flashlight to aid in selecting a safe path.  Her 
little hand slipped into his, and was held gently.

"I don't want to go in there," she said as they 
approached the outhouse.  "I'm just going to pee in 
the bushes," she stated as she pulled her panties 
down, and crouched off to the side of the path.  Bruce 
turned off the flashlight to give her some privacy.  
"Turn it back on, please?" she pleaded.  "I'm scared!"  
Bruce turned it back on, and turned away from her, 
leaving it shining on her.

"Are you afraid to see me, Mr. Bruce?" she asked.

"No darling, but that's private, and I don't want to 
take advantage of you."

"Please look, Mr. Bruce," she begged.  "Just take a 
little look.  It's not much but it's all I've got!"

Bruce turned to look at the crouching youngster, her 
vulva well spread for the purpose of urinating.  "You 
look very sweet and sexy, Janet.  Where did you get so 
much pee-pee?" he asked.

"Ms. Candice gave me a drink when I was in the shop 
with her," she explained.

"When you are finished, I want to take a minute to 
look at the stars, Janet, and when we go back, I would 
like you to go and get a Ting for me, okay?"

"You bet," she confirmed.  "Why do you want to look at 
the stars?" she asked.

"Back in Canada, you can't see all the stars you can 
see here, especially in the dark.  That's God's 
handiwork, and is marvelous to look at."

"Hold me if you are going to turn off the flashlight, 
please Mr. Bruce?" she begged.

"Get your panties up, and come get hugged, for it is 
going off!" he declared.  Doing as instructed, she 
pulled up her panties, came over to him, and had 
herself turned so her back was to him.  Leaning back, 
she accepted his arms over her chest, and put her 
hands on his, avoiding the flashlight dangling from 
his little finger.

"This is nice," she said as she brushed her cheek 
against his arm.

"You see the Milky Way, Janet?" he asked.  "You can't 
see that in Canada, nor all those small little stars 
we can see here.  If we turn around this way," he said 
almost reversing their position, "you can see the big 
dipper up there.  See those seven stars, like a 
handle, and a bowl at the bottom?"

"I can see them, Mr. Bruce," she confirmed.

"If you look at the two bottom stars, and follow in a 
straight line over there, you see that not so bright 
star?"

"Yes, sir, I see it!" she confirmed.  "Is it something 
special?"

"That's the north star, darling.  All these other 
stars go around the sky, but it remains in the same 
place over the north.  If you know that, you can tell 
north, south, east and west, and know what direction 
you are going in."

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed.  "You know a lot about a lot 
of things, Mr. Bruce."

"What I don't know is what is this, your shirt pocket, 
Janet?" he asked.

"No sir," she responded.  "Does it feel like a 
pocket?"

"It feels like a bump of some kind," he told her.

"I know it isn't much yet, but it's my tittie, just 
beginning to grow," she told him.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," he declared.  "I didn't mean 
to be feeling up your breast!"

"I loved it, Mr. Bruce.  You can spank me if you are 
angry, but I wish you could hold it all night!"

"Why are you so anxious for me to touch you or see you 
in private places, Janet?" he asked, drawing her 
around to face him in the dark.

"I don't even know, Mr. Bruce," she said.  "Ever since 
I first saw you, I wanted to be with you, and have you 
see everything about me.  You make me feel so funny 
when I'm near you, and I never want to be far from 
you.  I guess it is because I love you, but I still 
feel that way, Sir!"

"You know what I think, Janet?" he asked.

"You're going to spank me now," she replied.

"No, my little sweetheart, I'm going to pick you up 
like this," he said as he lifted her off the ground.  
Her legs and arms wrapped around him, and she clung on 
tightly as he supported her with his hand once more on 
her little bum.  "Now, I'm going to carry you into the 
house, and then send you to your bed.  I need to think 
about your wanting to go to Canada with us, and need 
some time to think!"

"In your arms is my favourite place to be, Mr. Bruce," 
she said.  "Thank you for holding me!"

"The trouble is, Janet, you are tempting me, and I 
don't want to do anything I shouldn't."

"Only you and I would know if you did, Mr. Bruce," she 
told him.  "Do anything you want and I will never 
tell!"

Bruce walked slowly towards the house, holding the 
clinging youngster affectionately as he moved.  Then, 
he slipped his hand under her panties and onto her 
bare bum, an action that produced a sigh, and a "Thank 
you," from her into his ear.  Stopping he asked, "Is 
this what you really want, my sexy baby?"

"More than anything, Mr. Bruce.  I want you to rape 
me, but I'll take whatever you are willing to do.  
Spank me too if you want."

"You seem to talk a lot of a spanking.  Why is that?" 
he asked.

"So you will see and touch my bum, and I will know I 
am yours."

"I'm touching your bum.  Isn't that enough?" he asked.

"But if you were to spank me like Daddy does, it would 
be more like you were my Daddy," she declared.

Bruce drew his hand out, and used it to open the back 
door, carried her inside, and re-closed the door.  He 
moved over to the counter top, set her down on it, and 
stepped back to look at her.

"I don't need to spank you to make you my little girl, 
Janet.  As a matter of fact, I love you too much to 
want to spank you, and hope it never happens.  You are 
nice to look at, and I've seen a lot more of you than 
I should have already.  I will, however, take you to 
your room, undress you, and put you to bed.  Then I 
will have seen you completely naked.  Would that make 
you feel any better?"

"Yes, Sir," she confirmed.  "I'll be very happy if you 
did that.  Could we do that and let me stay up a 
little longer?  I'm not ready to sleep yet, and I want 
to be with you as long as I can.  Please, Mr. Bruce?"

"Let's get you ready first, and then decide," he told 
her.  "Come on, back in my arms, baby!"

When he took her back, she clung even tighter than she 
had before, and gave a little wiggle to her bum in his 
hand yet again.

In her room, shared with her parents, she was stripped 
naked, and the gown she produced prepared to go over 
her head.  Before he put it on, he had her turn around 
so he could see her bum, and then back to receive the 
gown over her head.  "Do you normally wear panties to 
bed, darling?" he asked.

"Only when I have enough, and I don't have any extras 
now, Sir," she responded.

"Okay, Janet, I've now seen you totally naked, back 
and front, and know all my little girl's private 
parts.  You may stay up a little longer, but I do want 
you in bed soon, so don't expect all night."

"I'll hate leaving you, but will when you tell me, 
Uncle Bruce," she agreed.  "Thanks!"

In the living room, the television was turned on, and 
Bruce opted to stretch out on the chesterfield.  Janet 
was immediately beside him, cuddled up to his side, 
while his hand caressed her back and waist.  He didn't 
remember anything until is wife woke him, realized 
Janet was gone, and was guided into his bed for the 
night.  Even his head dropping on the pillow was not 
remembered the next day.


Bruce awoke late the next morning, but Candice was not 
there, only Janet.  He was glad he was on his side, 
for the usual morning erection would have been too 
obvious if he was on his back.

"Good morning, Mr. Bruce," she greeted him.  "You 
slept late, and Ms. Candice is getting you some 
breakfast."

"Good morning, Janet," he responded.  "How did you end 
up here?"

"Ms. Candice called me in, talked with me awhile, and 
then left to get you the food.  She'll be right back, 
Sir."

"Did you two have a good talk?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she said.  "She says she's going to 
convince you that I should go back to Canada with 
you."

"That won't be difficult since I'd like to take you 
back with us, if we can get permission for your travel 
to Canada," he advised.

"Ms. Candice said she would look about that today," 
she reported as the breakfast arrived.

"You worked hard, yesterday, dear," she said.  "You 
were exhausted, and needed to sleep."

"I hear we are going to see about papers for Janet 
today," he advised.

"Only if you agree that she should go back with us," 
said Candice.

"There's one thing I didn't think to check.  After 
that, if she passes the test, then I guess we could 
make the necessary arrangements."

"And what is the test?" asked Candice.

"Would you hold the tray for one moment please 
darling, for I need to make sure she is ticklish, for 
I can't have a girl that isn't!"  His hands were upon 
her waist, and tickling her, as she laughed and tried 
to get away, but not too hard.  "She passed the test, 
so we can look about her papers."

"Put my pillow behind you, and have breakfast in bed," 
instructed Candice.  "Don't you work so hard other 
days, and get so tired, for this is not a usual thing 
you know."

"The first time you get up ahead of me, and listen to 
you carry on!  You need to be tested too!"

"You'll spill your breakfast so forget that.  Besides, 
you wouldn't want any witnesses, and Mama is right 
outside the door.  Can't have her listening in 
either."

"She'd probably dance in delight to hear her daughter 
being treated so," he declared.  "I'll catch you 
later!"

"You and Ms. Candice are so much fun to be near!" 
exclaimed Janet.  "You laugh, and joke and play with 
each other like you were kids my age."

"She's the love of my life, Janet, and nobody can take 
that away from us.  We like to enjoy life, and don't 
ever have any real serious fights, ever.  We've been 
married awhile now too!"

"I wasn't trying to take her away from you, Mr. 
Bruce," she assured him.  "I just wanted to be yours, 
and make you happy!"

"You don't have to do a thing other than be yourself 
to make me happy, darling, but if you are able to come 
with us, then none of what happen last night can 
happen again.  Do you understand?"

"It almost breaks my heart, but I understand, Sir.  
I'll try to be real good, and not take you away from 
her."

Bruce stroked her face before he started in seriously 
on his breakfast, making it disappear as if by magic.  
Then it was up still in his boxer shorts time to get 
and dressed.  Janet was there watching his every move.  
He left it alone, and let her stay.


The trip to the Canadian embassy in Kingston was an 
all day affair, even though Bruce was an experienced 
driver.  They started out moving through the 
mountains, until he realized they would be a lot 
further ahead on the coast road.  Thereafter, the trip 
was fast and almost easy, despite the not so good 
driving of some vehicles on the road.

When they identified the purpose of the visit, and the 
intention, it seemed to be no big problem, especially 
when they had all the other papers, and her parents 
along with them.  Two hours after entering the 
embassy, they were back out on the street, and to kill 
the two additional hours of waiting that was required.  
When they finished sight seeing, and returned to the 
embassy, the visa was ready, leaving them the return 
trip to the country home in which they were staying.

"From today on, Mr. Bruce," stated Michael, "she is 
your little girl, and you can deal with her however 
you wish.  Karen and I will not interfere."

"That's right," stated Karen.  "You must obey Mr. 
Bruce from now on, Janet.  I'm very pleased that they 
are going to take you back, and give you a much better 
chance to be happy and learn lots!"

"It takes two to make a child, but it takes an entire 
community to raise one, Michael and Karen," said Mr. 
Bruce.  "If Janet needs to be spoken to, I would 
expect you would do so, just as much as I would for 
any other child."

"You see, Janet?" said Michael.  "That's why I think 
of Mr. Bruce as my father, for he is always teaching, 
and even I learn from him."

"We all learn from each other if we want to make this 
world a better place, Michael," stated Bruce.

"Wise words from a wise man.  Agreed, Mr. Bruce.  My 
respect, Sir!" offered Michael.


Janet was a normal, happy, and carefree girl during 
almost every day after that, laughing and dancing, 
singing and playing with her friends as she went about 
her daily life.  It was the evenings when she seemed 
to attach herself to her new 'Daddy' as she often 
called him.  She earned little criticism from any 
adult, but did receive a bit of a lecture from Mr. 
Bruce when she failed to follow her mother's 
instructions.  She made up for it, and accepted her 
early bedtime that evening in punishment, but was very 
unhappy when she couldn't spend so much time with him.

During the last night in Jamaica, the community 
decided to throw them a party, and it seemed that 
everybody showed up.  Bruce spent a good time 
circulating and talking with people, but always 
noticed Janet hanging around close to where he was.  
Then, finally, Bruce broke away from the group, and 
slipped out behind the house to take a last look at 
the stars, trying to burn the sight into his memory.

"May I come and look with you?" came the quiet voice 
of Janet.

"Of course, darling, if you can handle the darkness.  
I didn't bring a flashlight."

"If you are here, I am safe, Mr. Bruce," she stated.  
"Can you see me?"

"Yes, baby.  Take another three steps in the same way, 
and I'll have you at my side."  Her steps were not 
quite in the right direction, but he caught her, and 
took her into his embrace, again with her back against 
him.  "They are beautiful tonight," he said.  "We 
won't be seeing them like this for awhile, darling."

"When we are in Canada, would you show me the 
difference?" she asked.

"You'll soon see that there are far too many lights to 
see them, darling.  Only those bright ones will you 
see."

"Will you stand and hold me like this, when we are in 
Canada?" she asked.

"Any time you want a hug, find my arms and hug away, 
sweetheart," he assured her.

"Would you leave me here if I did something a little 
bad tonight?" she asked.

"What bad thing do you want to do tonight?" he asked.

"To have you hold me like the first time out here?" 
she said.  "I like how it made me feel, and want to 
feel it one more time."

"Are you talking about your breasts?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she confirmed.

"I am going to smack your little butt for this, but I 
suppose you can have them held one more," he agreed.  
"With you wearing this low cut top, you want my hands 
inside or outside?"

"Two smacks, Daddy, so they can go inside, please?"

"I'll give you the two smacks later, but here you go," 
he said as he slipped his hands under her shirt front.  
I have your two little breasts in my hands, and know 
how sweet and sexy they are."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said.  "Thank you and I love 
you even more than at first!"

"And still willing to do anything for me...right?"

"Anything, Daddy," she agreed.  "That will never 
change for I love you so much!"

"Then be the happy little girl I see playing around 
the yard every day," he told her.  "You are too young 
to want this kind of feeling."

"Lots of my girlfriends have already done it with some 
man or guy, Mr. Bruce," she said.  "They told me all 
about their times with whoever did it to them."

"I know it is a part of the culture in Jamaica to do 
it so early, but it is not a good idea, and it is not 
for you.  Put the feelings to bed for a couple of 
years, Janet, for they are too early for you right 
now."

"I'll try real hard, Mr. Bruce, but that will be the 
hardest thing I've ever done."

"Come on, sweetheart, lets go back to the house, and 
remember the view for when we can't see it again, and 
we don't know when we will again."

"Not yet, Sir," she said, holding onto his arm.  "You 
said you were going to give me two smacks, and I want 
them!"

Bruce looked at her for a second, pulled her to him 
and draped her over a leg he held up with a foot set 
on a rock, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down, 
and gave her two firm smacks on her bare bum.  It was 
all she needed to be crying, but quietly.

"There you are, Janet," he said as he got her up 
standing again.  "Is that what you really wanted?"

He could see her little head going up and down, but 
she didn't speak.  Scooping her up to his chest, he 
hugged her until the tears stopped, his hand 
supporting her under her bum, but her panties were 
still down so this time it was her bare bum in his 
hand.

As she seemed to quiet down, Bruce set her onto her 
feet, located her panties, and pulled them up where 
they belonged.  "So how are you doing my little 
sweetheart?"

"You spank real hard, Daddy," she said quietly.  "It 
was worth it though, for you held me so nice 
afterwards."

"I held you to my chest lots of times," he countered 
quietly.

"But this time, you were holding me by my bare bum, 
and it was wonderful feeling your hand there, even for 
just the little time."

"Come, let me hold you again, darling," he said as he 
took her up.  Once again her arms and legs wrapped 
around him, and her little head rested on his 
shoulder.  "I don't understand why it is so important 
to you that I touch you in private places, but holding 
you is sweet, and so was holding your bare bum very 
nice.  You are a sweet little girl."

"Now that you have spanked me, I feel like I am your 
girl, Daddy.  It burned like pepper, but it made me 
feel that this is where I should be, under your 
control.  Now I must do what you say, or I could get 
another spanking, and you are so strong!  You own me 
more than before."

"Nobody owns you darling, and why it took a spanking 
to make you feel more mine than before, I'll probably 
never understand.  I'll tell you a little secret 
though, if you can keep a secret for me."

"I'll never give away any secret, or tell about my 
spanking either," she promised.

"I found holding you with my hand on your bare bum was 
even sexier than I would have imagined.  You have a 
strange effect upon me, Janet, but I enjoyed your 
little eleven year old bum in my hand."

"That's the best part of everything that's happened 
since you came here, Daddy.  It's wonderful being with 
you, and that won't change, but now you have felt my 
bum and titties, and I love your hands touching me.  
It makes me yours!"

"Well, my precious little baby, I feel like you are 
mine, so that's how I want you to feel, like you are 
mine," he said as his hand slipped up the leg and 
under her panties once again.  "There's your little 
bare bum in my hand once again."

Janet had moaned as she realized where his hand was 
going and hugged extra tight to him.  "Oh, Daddy!  
Thank you!  I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"Such enthusiasm!" he observed.  "It is nice to touch 
baby...my baby!"

"Squeeze me for a second, pl...Oh!" she sighed out, for 
it was clear she was having a sexual climax, and was 
anxious to enjoy the thrill of his caress.

"Oh, my!" he exclaimed.  "It was this serious to you, 
was it baby?  Let it feel good all over, darling.  
Enjoy the feeling.  My sexy little baby isn't such a 
baby any more, is she?  Having a climax right in my 
arms."

The moment she was able to take control of herself, 
she leaned back enough to grab the back of his head, 
and pressed her lips to his, kissing him firmly, not 
as a little girl, but as a passionate and excited 
woman, without any desire to hide her feelings.  When 
she paused, it was only for a part second, and then 
gave him yet another.  As he slipped his hand a 
little, and her crotch was touched by his finger tips, 
she pushed her tongue between his lips and into his 
mouth.  She was no longer a little girl, but a woman 
fully aroused and looking for satisfaction.

Playing in the slot of her vulva, her stimulation 
returned to a peak very rapidly, and as she came once 
again, she felt his finger tip slip into her vagina, 
ever so slightly, but enough so the climax became 
immediately stronger.  She wanted to kiss him, but the 
climax was too strong, so was happy when he took the 
lead and kissed her using his tongue to enter her 
mouth, while his finger played inside her vaginal 
opening.  He was well aware of how wet she was down 
below, and how easily he could have gone deeper.

"Okay, my sweet little baby!" he whispered to her.  
"It's time to calm down, and come back to normal.  Try 
to take it easy and relax for me, darling," he 
advised.  His hand slipped out of her panties and over 
her bum on the outside of them.

It was a couple of minutes before she could speak, but 
when she could, she leaned back to look straight into 
his eyes.  "I know you didn't want to go that far, 
Daddy, but I'm your girl now, and you are my Daddy!  I 
love you anyway, but I love you for doing that!  It 
was the most wonderful moment of my life!  Thank you, 
Daddy!  Thank you!"

"It shouldn't have happened, but I'm glad it was good 
for you, Janet," he told her.

"Nobody will ever hear about it from me, Daddy!  Not 
Ms. Candice, not even you, for I will never mention it 
again, not even to you!"

"There is no question that would be best, but it will 
not change how guilty I feel," he told her.

"The only other thing I will say, Daddy, is you can do 
that to me again any time you want, and it will never 
be told to anyone.  Anything you do is okay with me, 
and if you liked doing it, then please, do it again 
for yourself, 'cause I will always want you to do it 
for me!"

"Would you quit being so damn sweet and tempting, 
Janet?  You are going to drive me crazy, and how would 
you like to love a madman?"

"You're too smart to ever be a madman, Daddy, but I'd 
still love you, and stay with you, even if I had to 
live on the streets like the beggars I saw in the city 
one time.  They looked awful, but to be with you, I'd 
live like them."

"I can guarantee you will never have to live like 
that, Janet, and do the best I can to make sure you 
have a good life.  I had better warn you though, that 
you are going to need to do some very serious work 
when we get you into school, for I want you to be the 
top of the class, and have straight 'A's on your 
report card every time.  We will work on your homework 
together, but you will be doing it, never me."

"My marks have always been good, but they will be the 
best for you, Daddy!  I bet you will be as tough a 
teacher as you are good at spanking!"

"Maybe better, for I hate spanking," he said.

They had now reached inside the house, and she was set 
down on the floor.  "Go get into your nightgown, 
darling.  Damn!  I still haven't got you any more 
panties yet!"

"It's okay, Daddy," she said.  "You don't want to 
change me?"

"Get!" he ordered as he pointed.  She got the message 
and vanished, returning a few minutes later properly 
prepared for bed, but seeking more time with him.


It was the first time for Janet on an airplane, and 
she was well nervous by the time the plane was rolling 
down the runway for takeoff.  Sitting beside her 
Daddy, she clung onto his arm, surprising him at how 
tight she could squeeze.  His soothing words 
penetrated her fears, and she clung onto them as much 
as she was holding his arm, and soon began to settle 
down, and start to smile again.  She was going home 
with them, and that was more important than anything 
else.  He would keep her safe!


Things began to fall into a routine after a couple of 
weeks with Janet in her new home in Canada, with her 
having her own room, and even a computer to do her 
homework on, once she started back to school in a new 
country.  It would be a little longer before the 
schools reopened for the new year, but she was ready.

Due to Candice's working schedule being opposite his, 
Janet would find herself in Candice's care during the 
days, his during the evenings, and until late when she 
returned from her four to midnight shift.  The problem 
Bruce had was her willingness to be seen by him in 
less than fully clothed conditions, and had taken to 
coming out of the bathroom in the nude on her way to 
her room and her nightgown.  More and more he found it 
too tempting, and ended up fondling her once again, 
bringing her to a sexual climax each of those times.  
As promised it was always something that passed 
without a word being said by either.

Starting as it had in Jamaica, she was held the first 
time, with his hands going under her towel.  On the 
next occasion the towel was left off, and she was 
naked for the experience.  His penetration went a 
little further into her as well, going deep enough to 
encounter her hymen.  From there, it was moved to her 
laying on her bed while he fondled and explored her, 
willingly providing whatever position he indicated for 
access to any part he chose to touch.  When he started 
kissing and licking her vulva, she was fully receptive 
and yielding of herself without restrictions.

After the third week, Janet lost her virginity with 
only a little discomfort, but was happy to provide his 
personal means of gratification, and of course taking 
her own satisfaction from it.  Then it was a matter of 
looking forward to the opportunity, and doing it 
frequently for they were lovers from that point on.