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 Debbie Model - Part 2

   The next day Martin desperately wanted to show Debbie the photos he had
taken the previous evening.  Debbie was just as eager to see them, but as
it was a school day, there wasn't time to open up the computer before
school to look at them.  Anyway, Linda was around and it wouldn't have been
safe to do so.

   Martin also wanted to take some more photos of his daughter, but once
again, that would not be possible while Linda was at home.  She went out
some evenings, but not regularly, and at weekends they usually went out as
a family.  He thought that maybe he could suggest that at the weekend he
take Debbie out on her own - saying it would be good for `father-daughter'
bonding.  If he managed that, Debbie could do some posing outdoors.  He
would have to be careful that they went somewhere they wouldn't be seen. 
He must do some investigation to find some lonely places where maybe he
could take more photos of Debbie.

   At school Debbie was a little dreamy, thinking of how much she enjoyed
her dad taking photos of her.  She so wanted to tell her friends, but knew
that she musn't.  Martin also daydreamed at work.

   After tea Linda received a phone call from one of her friends, Muriel.
She had recently divorced and was feeling a bit down, so Linda said she
would go round and see her, if Martin didn't mind.  Of course, Martin said
she could go, and stay as long as she liked.  He tried not to sound too
pleased that she was going out, and Debbie was equally overjoyed but tried
hard not to show it.

   As soon as the car had gone out of the drive, Martin and Debbie went up
to the home office and switched the computer on.  Within seconds Martin had
found the directory with Debbie's photos and brought up a screenful of
thumbnails.

   "Wow," said Debbie, "there's a lot of them."

   "37 actually," said Martin.  "Let's start at the beginning.  The first
few are just normal photos, then we start to see the more interesting
ones."

   "Where I show my knickers?"

   "That's right, Poppet," said Dad affectionately.

   Poppet.  Debbie liked her dad calling her that.  Somehow it always made
her feel safe and special.

   They flicked through the early pictures until the first one showing
Debbie's knickers.  "This will always be a special picture, Debbie," said
her dad, "being the first one I took where your knickers are showing.  I
like the way your dress is pulled back showing all the way up your leg. 
Let's look at the others."

   Martin went through the pictures, stopping on those which he thought
were more special and talking about them.  He had three favourites which he
lingered on with Debbie.  He particularly liked the one where Debbie had
her leg up on the chair with her legs somewhat apart, giving a clear view
of her knickers up her dress.  The close-up of her knickers was another
favourite and the third was where she was standing in the hall, lifting her
dress up to her waist.

   "How do you feel about seeing sexy pictures of yourself showing your
knickers off?"

   "It's strange in a way, different from when I've seen the ordinary
photos you've taken before.  I suppose it's because it's a bit naughty."

   "Yes, it probably is.  Girls don't normally go around lifting their
skirts up."

   "No, I guess they don't," said Debbie.

   "And did you like doing it?"

   "Yes, it was fun, and sexy."

   Martin was a little surprised to hear his 11 year old daughter say this.
"Did you feel sexy then?"

   "I suppose so.  I felt sort of funny and though I knew I shouldn't want
to do it, but it felt good doing it."

   She was a little ashamed of herself really.  Not because of what she had
done, but how she felt about it.  Feeling sexy, or at least what she
imagined feeling sexy was like.  She had a sort of tingling between her
legs when she was posing, and she had had that feeling before, but only
once.  It was that day a few weeks ago when she had shown her knickers to
those two boys in her class.  She knew it was naughty, but nice.

   "Do you want me to take some more photos of you being sexy?"

   Debbie looked at her dad excitedly, "Yes please.  Now?"

   "We can do, but we'll have to be careful in case mummy comes home," said
Martin.  "I don't think those jeans are particularly sexy, do you?  Why
don't you go and change?"

   "Yeah, ok," said Debbie eagerly.  Can I put on my pink skirt, the really
short one?  The one mummy says I shouldn't wear any more because it is too
short."

   Martin didn't really mind what Debbie put on, as long as it was a dress
or skirt.  "I didn't know you still had that one," said Martin, "but yes,
put it on while I get the camera out."

   A few minutes later Debbie came back into the room.  "How's this?" she
asked.

   Martin looked at his daughter and was knocked out!  The pink skirt was a
little flared and made out of a stiffish denim-like material.  And yes, it
was short, 12 inches at the most.  She was also wearing a top with thin
straps and no arms, which came down to just above the waist of the skirt,
showing a bit of flesh.

   "Wow," he said, "Poppet, you look great - and sexy.  I can see why mummy
thinks that skirt is too short.  If it was any shorter you'd be showing
your knickers by just standing there."

   "I suppose so," she said, "but I'm going to show them anyway."

   "Yes I know, but you're not going out wearing it or anything, are you. I
doubt mummy would let you even wear it round the house.  You have grown
quite a bit while you've had it.  Anyway, let's get taking some photos. 
Shall we stay upstairs, so that if we hear mummy coming in you can skoot
into your room and get ready for bed before she sees what we're doing?"

   "Ok, good idea," agreed Debbie.  "I know, let's go into my room then
I'll be there already."

   "Clever girl," complimented Martin.  Just then the phone rang.  "Hang
on, Debs, I just go an answer that."

   Martin went downstairs to get the phone.  Debbie, being a bit nosey as
many 11 year olds are, went to the top of the stairs and tried to listen,
but couldn't make sense what was being said.  When her dad had finished the
call he went back upstairs and told her that her mum had phoned to say she
wouldn't be back until after 11 o'clock, and could he record a programme
for her off the television.

   "Oh goody!" exclaimed Debbie enthusiastically.

   "We can take the photos in the lounge now, there's more room down
there."

   They went downstairs into the lounge, and Martin got his camera set to
take the first photo.  Debbie piped up, "Have you set the programme for
mum?"

   "Oh, damn, no I haven't.  Thanks for reminding me.  Mummy wouldn't have
been pleased." As Martin set the programme on the recorder, he was thankful
that his daughter had a good head on her, and he was also conscious how
much he wanted to take more photos of her, although trying not to appear
too eager.

   "Right, that's done," he said, "now to work.  Or should I say play? 
Debs, stand over by the wall there, and let me take a couple of normal
shots of you."

   "Over here?" asked Debbie.

   "Yes, that's fine," said Martin Oh, before we start.  I know you've got
a short skirt on, but do you know I haven't even seen what colour your
knickers are yet.  Let's have a quick look."

   Debbie lifted up the hem of her skirt to show him.  "Ah, blue.  That's
good."

   "Does it matter what colour they are?" she queried.

   "Well, in a way, yes.  You see it's better if they are a different
colour from your dress or skirt.  Then when I take a photo you can see them
better."

   "You mean if I had a blue skirt and blue knickers, they wouldn't show so
much."

   "That's right," agreed Martin.  "But a dark blue skirt with white
knickers would show up well.  The white would contrast against the blue. 
Usually lighter colour knickers are better than darker ones."

   "How do you get to know all stuff like that?" asked Debbie.  "Are you
sure I'm the first girl you taken sexy photos of?"

   "Yes, sure you're the first," said Martin.

   She was thoughtful for a moment, then brightened up.

   "Shall we carry on then Poppet?" Debbie nodded.  "Good.  Smooth your
skirt down, that's right." Martin took a couple shots from the front, then
asked Debbie to turn slightly to the side and put one foot forward as if
ready to walk.  "Right, that's the normal shots.  Ready to start sexy
ones?"

   "Ok.  How do you want me?"

   Martin told her to get in the same postion as the last photo he had
taken, but this time lean forward so that her skirt rode up at the back.

   "Can you see my knickers?" asked Debbie, excitedly.

   "Yes, they are lovely.  Can you lean forward a bit more.  That's good.
You're showing even more now.  Just stay like that while I get down and
take a close shot from low down.  That's great.  Are you ok?"

   "Yeah, fine.  Can I do something now?"

   "Whatever you want - you know you can always pose how you want to, not
just do what I tell you," said Martin to reassure her.  He didn't want to
do anything which would hinder him taking photos of her, and he certainly
did not want to put her off from being his model.

   She stood up straight.  "I'm going to try and touch my toes."

   Martin watched her bend over.  "Keep your legs straight," he said.  She
just managed to reach her toes, and he moved behind her and took a few
shots of her showing off her lovely knicker-clad bottom.  He loved the way
her knickers bunched up as they went between her legs.

   "Was that all right?" she asked.

   "Fine, want to have a quick look?" She went over to her dad and he
flicked through the photos he had taken so far on the camera screen. 
Although they were relatively small, Debbie thought they looked good.

   "Come on dad," she said eagerly, "let's get on."

   "Ok," said dad, "sit against the wall with your legs out straight. 
That's good.  I can't see anything, but that's ok.  Now bring one foot
towards you level with your other knee.  That's right.  Now you're showing
your knickers.  Ok, now you just make your own poses, while I take the
photos."

   Debbie brought the other knee up, then opened her knees but kept her
feet together, then placed her feet apart.  She then shifted about on the
floor, even lying on the floor, but all the time making sure her knickers
were on view, which was not very difficult considering how short her skirt
was.  Martin took some photos from different angles.  Although his
photographic knowledge came mainly from looking at young girls on the
internet, he felt that Debbie was a `natural' when it came to posing.  She
seemed to know how to move, and also knew how to hold still for the shot to
be taken, before moving on the next pose.

   "Ok, Debs, stand up now, like you did at the beginning.  That's right.
Now don't move."

   This time Martin took just one shot of Debbie standing there, then bent
lower down, and took another.  He then lay on the floor as close to Debbie
as possible and pointed the camera up her skirt.  "Just open your legs a
bit.  That's nice, good view of your knickers.  Hey, I've an idea."

   Martin got up off the floor and got a couple of the dining chairs and
put them in the middle of the floor, about two feet apart.  "Ok, Debs,
stand up on one of the chairs.  That's right.  Now if I lie down, I can get
a better view up your skirt.  That's nice.  Now turn round so I can look up
the back.  Lovely.  Now put one foot on the other chair.  Oh, gosh, what a
view.  That is so sexy, Poppet.  You know we must take some more photos of
you like this another time wearing maybe a normal length dress.  You up for
that?  "

   "Yeah, why not?"

   "You're still feeling ok with this modelling stuff, showing yourself and
all that?" Martin realised how turned on he was getting seeing his daughter
posing and showing herself off, he just wanted to be reassured that she was
happy with it all.  She seemed to be, but he wanted to be sure.

   "Yeah, I'm enjoying it," said Debbie, not concerned at all.

   "Ok then.  Let's do some shots on the settee now, Debs.  How say I just
let you do your own thing."

   Debbie sat on the settee and then put one foot up on the cushions.  Then
both feet up and she swizzled round along the length of the settee.  She
lifted both feet high in the air and opened them wide.  She laid on her
side and moved her legs around.  She laid on her front and showed off her
bum, also getting up on her knees and pushing her bum up.  My God, thought
Martin, my daughter is a natural.  He was taking photos of her in similar
positions to many of the girls he had seen on the internet.

   "Hey, that's good, Debs," Martin said, "where did you learn to pose like
that.  You done this before?"

   "You know I haven't, dad,"

   "Only joking, Poppet, I know you haven't.  Say, do you want to take your
skirt off so I can take some photos in just your knickers and t-shirt?"

   "Yeah, ok?" said Debbie, and in no time she was stepping out of her
skirt.

   Just for reassurance again, Martin asked, "You're alright with this,
aren't you?"

   "Yes I think it's fun.  When can I see the pictures on the computer?"

   "It's still some time before mum gets back, so maybe after I've taken a
few of you like you are now.  Just pose wherever you like, around the room,
on the floor, on the chairs, and I'll take the photos."

   Obviously without her skirt Debbie was showing her knickers all the
time, so she didn't need to pose as if she was letting her dad see up her
skirt.  Martin had taken a few photos before he said to Debbie, "Lie down
on the settee on your back.  That's it.  Now see if you can put one leg up
on the back of the settee and the other on the floor."

   "Not sure I can," said Debbie, stretching her legs as far as she could.
"That's about as far as I can do." The gusset of her knickers was stretched
tightly, and he could just discern a dark line indicating her pubic area.
He also noticed she had a wet-spot.

   "That's ok, just stay like that.  You know you look real sexy like that.
Let's take a close-up of your knickers." He took three shots from slightly
different angles.  "Hey, Debs, have you seen this?" He said, pointing to
the crotch of her knickers.

   "What?" she said, repositioning herself so she could see.

   "You've got a wet-spot."

   "Oops," she said, a bit embarrassed, "looks like I wet myself.  I need
to pee, anyway."

   "I don't think that's why you're wet."

   "What is it then?"

   "I think it's where you have got excited doing all that sexy posing,
that you've started to leak from your ...  your ...  " Martin was getting
embarrassed.

   "You mean my pussy, dad?"

   "Yes, sorry, I didn't know what you called it.  As you need to pee,
while you're there, have a little feel inside, you'll probably find you're
wet inside."

   "Have we finished now?" asked Debbie.

   "Yes, I think we ought to - it's 9.30 and if you want to see tonight's
photos we won't have time to take any more.  Also you need to get to bed
and be asleep before mum gets home.  Off you go."

   Martin made sure the lounge was tidy, and picked up Debbie's skirt
before going upstairs with his camera to transfer the photos to the
computer.  He was just about to start when he heard Debbie coming out of
the loo, and he rushed in himself.  He hadn't realised until the session
had finished how much he needed to go.

   Back at the computer he started to transfer the photos from the camera.
"Well, Debs, did you have a little feel?"

   "What?  Oh yes, and I was wet down there."

   "Well that shows you were feeling sexy as you were posing.  It's quite
normal to get excited and it doesn't matter if your knickers get a bit wet
when you pose.  You do want to do some more posing, don't you?"

   "Wow, yes.  I enjoy it - and I guess I feel sexy doing it."

   "Ok, the photos have transferred now.  Let's have a look at them."
Martin opened the folder.

   They looked through the pictures.  Some were not so good, and Martin
would delete those, others were great.  They lingered over some, and when
they got the last few Martin pointed out the wet-spot on her knickers, and
explained again that it was alright for her to be wet.

   "What do you think then?" asked Martin, "still want to pose?"

   "Yes, I like seeing pictures of me showing off.  I guess not many girls
have their photos taken in those sort of poses."

   "More than you think, Poppet."

   "How do you know?"

   Was this going to be crunch time for Martin.  Was this the time to be
honest with Debbie, and show her some of the other pictures he had on his
computer and tell her what he wanted to do with the ones he was taking of
her?

   "Well, I've seen some on the web."

   "What, girls like me showing their knickers," said Debbie,
incredulously. She hadn't really thought about other girls posing and being
seen on the web.

   "Yes.  Want to see some?" he asked hesitantly

   "Ok," said Debbie, showing more interest now.

   "We'll have to be careful of the time.  Why don't you go and get ready
for bed first?"

   "That won't take long, I've only got to take my top off and put my
nightie on." Debbie was still wearing her top and just her knickers. 
Usually she wore her knickers in bed.

   In no time at all Debbie was back, but it had given Martin a little time
to decide which pictures to show her.  He chose a folder of a girl from a
non-nude site and had opened up the thumbnails on the screen.  He looked at
his daughter in her nightie, and noticed that it was quite short and only
just covered her knickers, and the way the material seemed to emphasise her
developing chest.  That would make a nice set, he thought.

   "Have a look at these thumbnails.  You can see how they start with her
just normal, and then she starts to let you see under her skirt.  Towards
the end she takes her skirt off, just like you did tonight.  Let's see some
of the pictures proper now."

   "Where do you get these pictures from?  Do people send you them?"

   "These came from a professional website which sells sets of girls
modelling.  I've got other pictures which come from file-sharing sites,
where people upload photos for other people to look at and download."

   This seemed a bit complicated, and Debbie didn't fully understand what
her dad was saying, so she just replied "Ok."

   Martin carried on and went straight to one where the girl was showing
her knickers.  "She's posing much the same as you.  See how her white
knickers show up against the green skirt."

   "That's why it's better to wear lighter coloured knickers, isn't it?"

   "Right.  If they were black or red, they wouldn't show as much.  Maybe
I'll take a few of you next time with dark knickers, then you can see the
difference.

   "Ok," said Debbie.

   "Let's see some more of this girl, shall we?"

   The screen went back to the thumbnails and Debbie pointed to one
herself. It opened up showing the girl crouching down with her legs apart.
"Do you like that one?" asked Martin.

   "Yes.  That's a good view up her skirt.  I think I'll pose like that."

   Martin changed the picture to one of the later ones where she had taken
he skirt off.  "What about this one?"

   "That's good as well.  She's got a thong on, so you can see her bum.  I
wish mum would let me wear a thong."

   "Why's that, so you can show your bum."

   "Other girls at school wear them, so why can't I?"

   "How about we get you one, and I can take photos of you wearing it."

   "Hey, yes, cool," Debbie said excitedly.

   "Ok, we'll do that," confirmed her dad.  "We're going to have to stop
soon, but before we do, I'll show you some pictures I've downloaded from a
file-sharing site."

   Debbie still wasn't sure of what her dad was talking about.  Martin
opened another folder and chose a thumbnail to display.  This showed a girl
about Debbie's age sitting in an armchair with a leg over one of the arms,
clearly showing yellow knickers up her dress.

   "You can see this photo isn't as professional looking as the one of the
other girl, but it's more like the pictures I've taken.  It looks like her
dad or someone may have taken it at home, rather than a studio, once again
the same as us."

   "I haven't done a pose like that, but I could.

   "That's right, Debs.  You see, by looking at other pictures you get
ideas about how you might pose, and how it would look.  I'd like to see you
sit like that, and maybe you could put the other leg over the other arm."

   "Yeah, I could," sniggered Debbie.

   Martin flicked to another folder.  "Here's another one."

   This showed a different girl, a little older than Debbie, in her
bedroom. She was standing by the door wearing a white blouse and blue
skirt.

   "She's nice," said Debbie, "she's got a nice smile."

   Martin changed the picture.

   "Hey, she's taken her blouse off.  She's not got anything on her top. 
That's cool," said Debbie.

   "Do you think so?"

   "Wow, yes!"

   "Here's another one of the same girl." Martin changed the picture on the
screen.  The girl was still standing by the door.

   "Hey, she's naked," exclaimed Debbie, "she's showing her pussy."

   "And tits," said Martin.  Grabbing the bull by the horns, he continued,
"I could take photos of you like that."

   "What, with nothing on?

   "Yes.  Would you let me?" asked Martin, almost a plea.

   "Mmm.  Not sure.  My top maybe, but I don't know about naked."

   It seemed to Martin that although his daughter was happy to show her
knickers off, she may not be so keen to take her clothes off.  He hoped
that she would, but he didn't want to force her into doing it if she didn't
want to.

   He noticed that it was nearly 10.30 and said to Debbie, "I think you'd
better go to bed now.  It's much later than normal."

   "Do I have to?" whined Debbie.

   "Yes you do.  What would mummy say if she knew you were up this late.  I
hope you enjoyed this evening, I know I did.  So think about what you want
to wear next time."

   "When will that be?"

   "Not sure, Poppet.  It'll have to be when mummy's out a long time, and I
don't know when that will be.  Now run along, and I'll come and say
goodnight in a couple of minutes."

   Debbie went off to the loo, and into her bedroom while Martin cleared
down the computer screen and made sure the folder with the new pictures of
Debbie was hidden away in the secret part of the computer with all the
other pictures.  He didn't want his wife, or Debbie for that matter,
finding them.

   He went in to Debbie's room.  She was tucked up in bed.  "Goodnight,
Poppet, sleep well." He bent over and kissed her on the forehead, like he
always did.

   "Goodnight, dad," said Debbie sleepily, "I enjoyed tonight."

   Martin turned and was nearly out of the door when she called out "Love
you, dad."

   Martin smiled.  "Love you too.  Goodnight, Poppet," and closed the door
behind him.

   He made sure the office was tidy, and then went downstairs and put some
music on.  He checked that the lounge was ok for when Linda came home, and
flopped into the armchair.  It had been an exciting, but tiring evening.

   He fell asleep in his chair, to be woken about half an hour later by
Linda.  He hadn't heard her come in.

   "Did you have a good evening, love.  How's Muriel" he said to Linda.

   "She still hasn't got over the divorce, and her mother is ill again, so
she's not feeling so good.  Still, I'm glad I went round.  I feel she needs
a lot of support at the moment, so I said I'd go round again on Friday
evening.  We're not doing anything, are we?"

   Martin felt ecstatic at this news.  A few days to wait, till Friday, but
it would come round soon enough.

   "No, I don't think so," replied Martin.

   "That's ok then.  How was your evening?  Do anything much?"

   "It was ok, didn't do much."
   End of Part 2