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 New Story/Videll Dais

   Teaching Melanie (M/f, coersion, spanking, reluc.  inces.  ped.)

   By Videll Dais

   Chapter 1: Arrival

   With bated breath, he watched from behind net curtains as the taxi drew
up outside.  At last, his long awaited guest had arrived.  Edward Lincoln
saw his niece disembark and wait patiently beside the vehicle while the
driver removed her case and bags from the boot.  He hadn't seen Melanie for
almost two years, since her tenth birthday in fact.  She'd certainly grown
in that time; tall with long, coltish legs, lean, just a hint of womanly
curves beginning to show about her chest, her rounded buttocks and
thickening hips.  She had a shiny mane of chestnut hair that hung down past
her shoulder blades.  Her face was heart-shaped, angelic, with huge,
startlingly green eyes, and a full-lipped mouth that seemed to be forever
pouting, forever offering promises of illicit delight.  He opened the front
door and, smiling warmly, greeted his niece with a polite "Hello, Melanie.
Welcome to my house." He took her delicate hand gently enfolding it within
the huge clasp of his own, and made much of a lingering handshake.  When
the taxi driver had placed the girls belongings in the hall, Lincoln paid
the fare, then shut the door on the big bad world outside.  Two minutes
later he was ushering his attractive niece into the gloomy interior of the
big old house, which would be her home for the next three weeks.  Telling
Melanie he would show her to her room, he led her to the long staircase and
let her go up before him.  The only remit Edward had received from
Veronica, his sister-in-law and the girl's stepmother, was for him to teach
Melanie piano and instill in her the mental discipline she would need to
cope with her new convent school after the summer holidays.  Edward's
brother Richard, Melanie's father, was away in the Far East and Veronica
thought the girl required the balancing influence of a fatherly figure for
a few weeks.  "Be firm with her, Edward.  Remember how you taught me?  I
expect the same for her.  She has wily ways for one so young and will try
it on, believe me.  Don't let her get away with it.  She needs to be taught
proper manners, etiquette and discipline, as well as her music." Edward
eyed the gentle sway of the girl's hips and rounded bottom as she climbed
the stairs ahead of him and thought how cute, how innocently sexy, she
looked already.  He also thought of Veronica, his brother's hot little
package of a second wife.  She had been an ill-mannered, cocky,
foul-mouthed wench when they'd first met, and she had needed a few lessons
herself about how to behave for the men-folk of the Lincoln family. 
Richard had given Edward the nod.  "Treat her like one of your horses,
Edward.  Make the bitch behave." It had taken him a month, a long,
pleasurable month, during which time he had introduced Veronica to being
forcibly tied up, blindfolded, having her lovely nipples clamped and being
caned on her bare backside; he had taught her how to properly suck a cock
and swallow copious amounts of sperm (something she had adamantly refused
to do for Richard) and had made her submit to the delights of anal
intercourse whilst blindfolded and tied over a piano stool.  She had been a
difficult case, protesting, denying, rebelling the whole time, but Edward
had shown her how difficult he could be, how patient, how firm, how
domineering.  By the time he returned her to Richard, her behavior had been
radically modified; she was obedient to her husband's every command, and
fulfilled his every wish quietly, politely, and without utterance or
question.  She could cum instantly upon the right commands.  So pleased was
he with the results, Richard had paid Edward a quite substantial fee for
what he deemed "a perfectly trained filly." Edward smiled inwardly,
breathed in the fresh, lemony smell of the girl in front of him.  He didn't
think it would take a month to train this delightful twelve-year old. 
Anyway, he didn't have a month.  He had only three short weeks.  Veronica
had been one of the more difficult ones.  Somehow, he didn't think her
stepdaughter would prove half as difficult.  He'd give it a week, two at
the outside, and Melanie would be willing to do anything he wanted her to
do.  He would start her training immediately, tonight in fact.  "Your room
is in here, Melanie." Edward showed the girl into a small, comfortably
furnished room containing a single bed, a dresser, and pink drapes over the
small window.  "Unfortunately, the window is broken and cannot, at present,
be opened.  I'll bring your bags and case up in a while.  In the meantime,
you might want to freshen up.  The bathroom is down the hall, second door
on your left." "Thank you, uncle." Melanie stood awkwardly beside the bed
looking around the small room, a cursory inspection by one who seemed
totally bored by events otherwise beyond her control.  Edward boldly looked
her up and down.  "Are you hungry?" "A little, yes." "Dinner is served at
seven.  Not a minute before or a minute after.  I have no wish to sound
harsh or spoil your visit here, but everybody has to live by rules Melanie
and, like it or not, these are the rules of this house.  You will wear
dresses at all times.  Jeans and casual wear are not permitted during your
stay here.  Be warned, if you're late for a meal, you will be sent to your
room with nothing to eat at all.  Do you understand?" Melanie looked down
at the floor.  "Yes, uncle," she said, her voice so quiet he hardly heard
her.  "Good." Edward smiled at his niece.  She was (not unlike Veronica had
been) a haughty little bitch and he was going to have a lot of fun with
her. "I must say your posture leaves much to be desired young lady. 
Straighten yourself up; hands by your sides.  Now look up, stick your chest
out.  That's better.  Stand on tiptoe.  Now stretch your arms above your
head.  That's right.  Hold that position a minute.  Let's have a look at
you." And look he did.  In this awkward position, Melanie's small breasts
jutted against her blouse and Edward was pleased to see she was developing
nicely.  He moved slowly around and behind her.  Melanie shivered, the
position making her legs tremble and muscles tense.  "You've been allowed
to slouch around in front of the television for too long young lady.  Let's
see if you've got much fat to lose." Edward moved in closer, placed his big
hands on Melanie's hips.  Her waist was small and he slid his hands around
onto the slight swell of her taut belly.  He ran his hands up her ribs to
just under her hard little breasts, his fingertips following the slight
ridge of her bra line, momentarily brushing lightly along the curving under
swells, then dropping slowly again to her belly.  One hand above the other,
he spread his fingers wide so the little finger of his right hand reached
almost to her pubis.  Slowly, he rubbed her taut belly in a circular
motion, deliberately letting his right hand drop lower so his little finger
trailed dangerously close to her pubic region.  Melanie shuddered, lost her
pose.  "Keep still, Melanie!  Straighten up!  That's better.  Good." Edward
pressed his fingers into the girl's tummy making her buttocks tilt into his
crotch.  Gently, he rocked his hips nudging her tempting curves with his
semi-hard cock, just enough to let her feel his arousal.  He slid his hands
up the girl's ribcage once more and cupped them over the tight mounds of
her budding breasts.  "My, my.  Veronica was right.  You are growing,
Melanie." "Uncle...Please..." Melanie brought her arms down and covered his
big hands with her own.  "Be quiet.  Raise your arms up, Melanie!" Edward's
voice boomed, leaving the girl in no doubt he meant to be obeyed.  "Come
along now.  Pull yourself together and do as you're told.  I want to see
you reaching for the ceiling." Melanie hesitated a second, then reluctantly
did as ordered and Edward felt her little tits snuggle into his palms. 
With thumbs and forefingers, he gently tweaked her nipples until he could
feel the buds rise up into hard jutting points.  He teased each excited bud
for a full minute, enjoying the feel of the firm, springy flesh.  "How does
that feel, Melanie?  Do you like having your nipples played with?"
"I-I...really don't think...you should be...t-touching me like t-that,
Uncle!" "I didn't ask you to think, Melanie," Edward breathed hotly into
the girl's ear, squeezed the tiny bumps harder and felt her shudder against
him.  "I want to know if you like having your tits played with.  A simple
enough enquiry.  A straight answer is all that's required.  Now tell me -
and I want the truth." "It-it doesn't...feel r-right." "Don't worry my
precious, it will do eventually." Edward felt her body reluctantly
responding to his touch and smiled.  "Good.  Not too much fat at all. 
You're becoming very womanly, Melanie.  I like that.  Ok, that will do for
now.  It's time almost for dinner.  You can relax while I go get your
belongings and bring them up." Melanie sighed.  Her cheeks flushed to a
bright pink hue.  Edward turned and left a blushing, confused Melanie to
her own devices.

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