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UNCLE © January 2002

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer's Cramp
(Fm, Mf, MFg, rom, humil, coerced, forced, nc, teen, spk, menst, sm, ws, inc, 
etc.)

The Players:
Sir Theodore Asquith, Guardian of Emily.
Emily Kemp, aged 13, 
Judith Reymond, Schoolteacher
Valma Reymond, her mother.
Ralph, her new husband, Judith's stepfather.
Veronica, one of Valma's friends
Freddie, Veronica's son, aged 13.
Cindy Smart, Emily's school friend.

Synopsis
Her only living relatives, her uncle and aunt take in Emily Kemp, orphaned as a 
child. When aunt dies, her uncle becomes her parenting guardian and as she 
develops into puberty begins to take a greater interest far beyond that which an 
uncle should. 
Uncle discovers one of Emily's teachers may have designs on the young girl too 
and seeks her out. After hearing (a long detailed account) of the teacher's 
childhood abuse and deprivations, he seeks her help to fulfill his desire of guiding 
Emily to womanhood by his hand.

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Chapter One
	Emily Kemp couldn't recall when she arrived at Asquith Hall, Family 
home of the Asquiths for several centuries. Uncle Theodore had explained it all to 
her several times but she was so young when she first arrived that it was just a 
faded memory. 
	He explained that her father and Sir Theodore were cousins and when her 
parents were killed in a car accident when she was just six years old, Sir 
Theodore and his wife took her in as her only surviving relatives. She grew to 
love them both for they treated her as part of their family and she soon began 
calling them Uncle and Aunt even though that wasn't their family rank at all. But 
it gave Emmy, as he called her, a sense of closeness and belonging and of course 
it was much easier than Sir Theodore or Lady Asquith.
	On her tenth birthday, they became her legal guardians and she grew up 
under their complete protection. Unbeknown to Emmy, her own parents were not 
exactly the perfect role models but she never remembered the harsh times of that 
life and the wealth of her new family meant little to a ten year old girl. She 
wanted for nothing and returned their kindness with real warmth and love. As far 
as she was concerned, these were her parents and that was the only life she knew.
	She imagined her Aunt and Uncle were probably thirty years old when 
they took their legal guardianship of her but in truth, Theodore was nearing forty, 
his wife a year younger, but it meant nothing to the girl.
	Her first taste of the harshness of life was to come just a few months later.
One evening after she had retired to bed, she was awoken by a terrible 
commotion and lights seemed to be flashing through her window from 
somewhere she couldn't quite make out. But when she looked out she saw the red 
and blue lights of an ambulance and in fright, she ran to her Uncle's bedroom to 
alert them.
	"Come, my dear, it will be alright," her Uncle said quietly, leading her 
away. "Aunt Sophie has taken ill. They'll look after her and she'll be home again 
as good as new in no time."
	"What's wrong with her, Uncle?"
	"She's had a stroke, child. But it may not be as serious as it sounds."
	Emmy had no idea what a stroke was and accepted his words without any 
concern. But two days later, her Uncle called her in and with tears in his eyes, 
told her of his wife's death. She cried too and they clung to each other for a long 
time.
	"I loved her, Uncle," she said with all the simplicity of a child and yet he 
found the words the most comforting of anyone's. "What will happen, Uncle?"
	"About you, my dear? Noth…"
	"No, about Aunt. What happens when someone dies?" She hadn't thought 
of any concerns for herself, but more to help her grieving uncle organise the 
things he needed to. "Can I do anything to help, Uncle?" He saw the compassion 
in her young face and pulled her to him, huge sobs shaking them both as his grief 
came out into the open.
	This was the worst time the youngster could ever remember even worse 
than when her parents died but she had been so small then. Now she understood 
the huge void in her Uncle's life and she wasn't sure what to do to help him. How 
could a ten-year old know what a grown man needs at a time like this? What 
could she do at all?
	"Don't cry, my poor little baby. We will always love her even now she has 
died and you still have me, Emily. I promise I will not stop loving you. Do you 
think we can stay friends? I really want that, Emmy."
	It was the security blanket the young girl desperately needed, and almost 
immediately a sense of relief flowed through her small mind. Her uncle was still 
her protector and she loved him all the more for that.
	"Oh, yes, I know we can, Uncle Theo," she said with her voice breaking 
with emotion. "Oh, yes, I love you already just like I did, Aunt Sophie. Will you 
always look after me, Uncle?"
	"Always, I promise," he said kissing her forehead and hugging her tightly. 
	"Always, I promise."
	And so, Theodore, now some thirty-five years her senior, became mother 
and father, confidante and protector, which placed such burdens on him that he, 
wasn't sure how he could manage. True, he did love her as his own daughter, the 
only one he had for Sophie had not born him any children in their twenty years of 
marriage.
	However, for Theo, this became the most wonderful time of his whole life 
as he took the youngster under his care and his love for her grew daily as he saw 
her thrive in confidence and she returned that love to him. The way his feelings 
would change in the next few years couldn't be contemplated in a thousand years 
right at this moment. They were happy times and so innocent.

Chapter Two
	It was not long before the time arrived when he knew he had to talk to her 
of the changes that were about to overtake her young body. For weeks he had read 
various books trying to work out the best way, not only to tell her in detail, but 
more to the point, just how to begin in the first place.
	Should he drive her somewhere peaceful and while she was a captive 
audience, say the things he needed to? Or ask some woman to do it for him? No, 
that wasn't his way. It was his responsibility and he would do it himself… if he 
just knew how.
	Maybe he would come into her room after she went to bed and while she 
was, again, captive, tell her the story. Or do it over dinner? Or sit together and 
raise the subject over a few days, with little hints getting stronger all the time 
until she would just have to ask him what he meant then he would tell all? Then 
finally, the decision was made.
	As Emmy rose from the dinner table to clear up, he gently said, "Emily, 
can we have a little talk? There's something I need to tell you."
	He could see her little body freeze in that instant and her eyes shot straight 
to his face almost in fear, he thought.
	"What about, Uncle. Have I been naughty?"
	"Not at all, you are never naughty in my eyes, my dear. Come. Leave the 
dishes for cook tomorrow. There's something, well, personal we need to talk 
about."
	"Are you going to sent me away, Uncle Theo?" She asked so simply.
	"No, silly girl, you should know I'd never do that. Oh, my dear, dear 
Emily, do you think of that often? Do you think I could ever do that to you? 
Never. I promise I never would."
	"Then what do you want to talk about, Uncle Theo?" Her face was the 
picture of innocence; a face that could do no wrong whatsoever and he held her 
against him as they walked into the study.
	"Emmy, I don't want to embarrass you but soon you will see many 
changes in your body and I want to tell you about them so you will not become 
anxious when you see these things happening."
	"Oh," she sighed and lay back against the sofa. "You mean about sex, 
Uncle?"
	"Yes… Well you should know what to expect, now you're approaching 
your teenage years. You're almost thirteen and I can see from the swell of your 
chest that your, uhm, well, your breasts are already changing shape." He now felt 
more embarrassed than he could have imagined and felt his face glowing red. 
	Emmy saw this too and couldn't help herself from giggling, putting her hand over 
her mouth but unable to disguise her mirth.
	"They've been getting bigger for the last year, Uncle. It happens to all the 
girls," she said with a bemused smile.
	"Yes, but…"
	"I'll show you if you like," she said in all innocence and began to 
unbutton her school uniform.
	"No… No, there's no need for that, Emmy. I just thought…" If he could 
have run out of the room he would have done so right then, but the weight of 
responsibility was too heavy to let him out that easily. "Are you having periods, 
too?" He finally managed to get out.
	"Periods. You mean at School, of course…"
	"I mean menstrual periods."
	"I don't know what they are, Uncle. We just have ordinary…"
	"Very soon, I'm sure you will start to become a fully grown woman and 
that will mean your menses will start. Every month then, you will have bleeding 
from your… uhm, between your legs and you have to wear pads to stop it 
escaping. Have you not been told about that, Emmy?"
	"Oh, you mean the curse," she said with a smile of satisfaction. "Well 
that's what some of the girls at school call it. It hasn't happened to me yet. I 
wondered why when even stupid Evelyn Turner started getting hers a few months 
ago. I was real jealous when she told us. She says she gets cramps every time and 
her mother gives her some sort of medicine for it. Will I have to take medicine 
when I start, Uncle?"
	"Do you know why it happens, Emmy?"
	"Because God said girls were bad and had to suffer," she said innocently.
	"It's because she has matured into a woman and could have babies if she 
had sex with a man, or a boy," he added quickly, knowing he had to give all the 
information he could about the need to refuse the boys advances.
	"Sex?" Emmy laughed. "I wouldn't have sex with a boy ever," she stated 
adamantly. "Yuck, One of the girls told me what that meant and it was disgusting. 
They want to…" Then she too, blushed when she realised what she was about to 
say.
	"I know what they want to do, Emmy and that's something I must tell you 
about as well. But right now you should know what these monthly bleedings are 
for. He went on to describe the functions of her ovaries and all that would take 
place in her body after that. He found it long and laborious for the words never 
came easy and he found himself blushing more and more.
	"When will it start, Uncle?"
	"It's different for every girl but once it does start it happens about every 
four weeks until a woman reaches her forties. It only stops each time you become 
pregnant."
	"But I told you I won't let any boy do sex things to me so I'll never have a 
baby. Does it still happen even then?"
	"Of, course. It's the same for every girl and one day you'll wake up and 
find a red stain on your nightdress. Then you'll know your periods are here to 
stay. I've bought you these to use once it all starts."
He handed her a packet of sanitary pads and then had to explain how they 
worked and even how to put them on. "You can go and try one on after our talk as 
a practice for when the time comes."
	She inspected the pads with intrigued attention, and never showed any 
sign of embarrassment in front of her uncle.
	"You mentioned boys before, Emmy. You haven't let any of them touch 
you, have you?"
	"What do you mean, Uncle Theo?"
	"I mean, well, under your skirt or your little breasts. You haven't let any 
of them do that, have you?"
	"You mean, feel me up. Of course not," she said indignantly. "Some of 
the girls have boyfriends but what they let them do sounds so gross. Oh, I'll never 
let them do anything to me, Uncle."
	"So you are really a true virgin still?"
	"Oh, of course I am. Anyway, it hurts, so why would I let them do that to 
me?"
	"Because there are boys who know just how to sweet-talk a girl into 
letting them do whatever they want and sometimes you just can't refuse. 
Sometimes you couldn't stop them even if you wanted to because peer-pressure 
becomes more embarrassing than actually saying no. And sometimes they are just 
too strong and could easily rape someone as small as you. You have to be so 
careful, Emmy. The older you get, the more the desire to have sex yourself and 
sometimes the desire overwhelms any resolve of chastity."
	"I'd never let them, Uncle," she stated adamantly. "Anyway, is it true they 
stick their dirty pencils into a girl's pussy? Down here?" she added, pressing her 
hand against her groin.
	"That's the way adults enjoy sex, or at least one of the ways. In time, 
when you marry, you will offer your body to your husband and allow him to do 
anything he wants and you'll feel proud of being able to offer him your virginity. 
But if you give in and let them to have sex with you know, your husband will 
definitely know you weren't pure on your wedding night."
	"Anyway, boys do things to themselves, I know because one of the girls 
watches her brother do it lots of times. He uses his hand and…"
	"Some do, Emmy. It's their way of gaining sexual relief before they have 
a wife to make love to. Most men do it when they're single. Some girls too," he 
added.
	"Girls? But they don't have a pencil to do it with."
	"It's called a penis, little one. Say it; a penis. There's nothing wrong in 
calling it by its proper name rather than a pencil or worse."
	"A Penis? Is that what they call it? I really thought it's name was, pencil," 
She asked with a laugh. "Anyway, it sounds gross."
	"You won't say that when you are married because it can give you the 
most wonderful sensations when you make love with some you really love."
	"So how do girls…?"
	"I want you to do two things when you go up to bed tonight. One is to put 
one of these pads on, just so you'll know what to do when the time comes. And 
the other is to take a hand mirror and look down between your legs, at your 
vagina and learn what it looks like. See this diagram, well, that will help you 
learn the names of your sexual parts, which you should know about anyway. But 
it is your clitoris, look, spelt like this," he said and pointed out the word on the 
diagram. "That's where girls rub themselves when they feel an urge for sexual 
stimulation. Aunt Sophie told me she did it quite often before we were married."
	"You mean she…?"
	"Yes," he said lightly. "Just like anyone else. Does that make you feel 
uncomfortable? I hope it doesn't, Emmy, because you should enjoy your sexual 
feelings, not try to hide them."
	"You mean I should touch myself? Like boys do?" Her eyes looked at him, 
aghast at the thought.
	"I know it's hard to understand but when you start to get strange feelings 
deep inside you, you will know what I'm saying is true. Never be ashamed of sex, 
Emmy, Just be careful and above all else, don't ever trust boys when they try to 
sweet talk you into doing something you will definitely regret afterwards. Now I 
think I've given you too much to think about already so we'll finish now, if you 
like. Will you do the two things I've asked?"
	"Yes, sure Uncle," she agreed without too much doubt. 
	"And tell me when your periods start?"
	"Yes, of course I will," she said without hesitation.
	"Good girl. We'll talk some more tomorrow if you want to."

	Emmy wasn't embarrassed at the discussion she had with her Uncle that 
evening but when she read the pamphlet that came with the sanitary pads, she 
realised just how personal indeed, were the things she had heard him speak about. 
	As she laid on her back, her legs spread and took notice of her vulva in the mirror 
for the first time, she found herself gasping at the strange sensations that began to 
grow within her mind.  Yes, here was that thing called a clitoris that her Uncle 
spoke about, where girls touched themselves. 
	"Oh," she said as her finger stroked over the sensitive nub. "Oh, it does 
feel… strange. And nice, she thought. Should I keep on doing it though? Isn't it 
wrong to do this? Oh, I've got to stop, she told herself, moaning at the needs she 
had never noticed before. It took her a long time to drift off to sleep that night.

	"Good, morning, my dear. Sleep well?"           
	"Uhm, not really. I couldn't get to sleep for a long time," she said feeling 
herself blush as she thought of what she had done.
	"Sometimes that's what happens. Never mind, it's not a big problem, If 
you ever want to talk about it again, I'd be happy to do so."
	"Thanks, Uncle. I… I might," she said, hesitantly.

Chapter Three
	In time her periods came and her breasts grew until she became quite 
proud of their size. From time to time she noticed her Uncle looking at her in a 
way he had never done before, his gaze settled on her legs or her titties or even 
sometimes when she was bending over she caught him looking down her blouse 
or up her skirt. It never worried her for by now, nearing the age of fourteen, she 
had come to trust him implicitly. He was happy when for no apparent reason, she 
began to call him Papa instead of Uncle and he thanked her for the honor. 
	"I think of you as my own dear daughter so it's quite appropriate and very 
welcome."
	So, these days she rarely referred to him other than Papa and enjoyed the 
thought of having her own father for the first time in her life. 
	They often sat together after dinner, her school work completed and his 
own office work put aside to listen to fine music or watch one of their favourite 
television shows. She would cuddle up, curling herself against him and just enjoy 
his company. 
	His words of so many years ago often filtered back into her thoughts and 
she rarely craved for the company of her school friends and almost never for the 
company of boys. Her uncle often asked her of she was still a virgin and she felt 
proud to be able to say she was. It seemed to her that by being able to say she was 
still a virgin, she was keeping faith with what her Papa expected.
	He often hugged her to him, smoothing his hand over her back or her 
bottom and this intimacy was all she ever sought.
	Emmy noticed too, that he would look into her room as he passed, 
sometimes stopping for just a second to watch then move on and this began to 
grow to the stage where he would walk into her room without knocking, just to 
say a word or two then leave. She was often dressing, perhaps in her underwear or 
changing into her pajamas as he interrupted her privacy but she never considered 
it an invasion of privacy, rather, that if her Papa needed to say something there 
was nothing wrong in him doing so. He never apologized and it seemed quite a 
natural thing that he should come in without any warning. 
	Then one evening as she was taking a shower he opened the door and 
simply stood watching her. Emmy gasped in surprise and found herself covering 
her breasts and groin with the washer and her arms. "Papa, I am taking a shower," 
she said as their eyes met.
	"Yes, I see you are," he said still staring, his eyes almost glazed. Just as 
suddenly, he turned and walked out leaving the door open. Emmy finished 
quickly and stepped out to dry herself. Instinctively her hand went to close the 
door but for some unknown reason she withdrew and left the door wide open. 
Was it some special test she wasn't even aware of? Was she testing her uncle to 
return and look at her nudity a second time? Why hadn't she simply screamed and 
told him to leave? As she dried herself, much slower than normal, all these things 
spun around in her mind and before she realised it she was walking quite naked 
back to her room.
	Papa wasn't anywhere in sight but the very act of flaunting herself, risking 
her nudity a second time sent shivers of the unknown right through her body. In 
her room, she sat on the bed for many minutes, staring at the floor, making no 
attempt to change into her nightwear. Papa often walked in on her and she 
wondered if she intentionally wanted him to do so again while she was in this 
state.
	Finally she slipped her nightdress on and remained seated in the edge of 
the bed. What should she do now? She always sat with him after her shower, 
when she felt all warm and cozy, while they enjoyed their special times together. 
	How could she do that tonight? How could she not do that tonight? Was he 
waiting for her or did he shut himself in his room as well, not wanting her to see 
him again tonight?
	She tentatively walked close to the doorway of his study where they 
usually spent their evenings. The light was on and the door slightly ajar. Papa was 
sitting on the couch in silence, no music or television on, just sitting. Emmy 
pushed the door open enough to squeeze through causing the slightest sound, 
which made him sit up and look around.
	"Come in, Emily."
	"Papa…"
	"Don't say anything," he cut her off. "Just come and sit down. I have 
something to say to you."
	No apology, no explanation, not even embarrassment apparently, for he 
held out his hand as she came near and continued to hold it for what seemed 
minutes as he looked down on her. Finally he let her hand go and backed back 
into his armchair and continued to look at her. She was about to ask him what he 
wanted to say but he put his finger to his lips, silencing her. She had never seen 
him this way before, as if he was trying to read her mind, almost looking straight 
through her and with a look on his face that somehow wasn't her Papa at all.
	"You have grown up, Emily," he said as though he had only now, realised 
that fact. She had no answer to give and sat still, her eyes toward the floor. 
	"Yes, Pa…"
	"Let me speak, child. It's very important to me and I hope to you as well.  
Some of it may shock you but I need to say it. You have grown into a beautiful 
young woman, Emily. A true woman for you have grown breasts and have a 
period that would let you bear babies if you made love to a man. Yes, a beautiful 
young woman."
	He stopped then, looking intently across at her for some time. Emmy felt 
quite uneasy, the remarks about her breasts and period more intimate than any 
talk between them up to now. She remained silent, her face blushing hotly. 
	"Stand closer, Emily," he directed, holding out his hand for hers. She was 
between his knees now and she realised that he didn't seem to be wearing 
anything under his smoking jacket for she could see well up his thighs was all 
skin. He had worn his smoking jacket often during their evenings together but 
always with pajamas on as well. Her eyes jerked up into his face, which never 
changed from the understanding smile he gave her. He wasn't about to offer any 
explanation.
	Instead, his hands slipped behind her knees and slowly worked their way 
up under her nightdress.
	"This is what boys want to do to girls, Emily, to get their hands under their 
skirts. Has any boy tried to do this to you, baby?"
	"No, Papa, never, I wouldn't let them even if someone did try."
	"Oh, it makes girls feel very nice, you know. Do you like me running my 
hands under your nightie just like boys do? Are you positive you haven't let a boy 
do this?"
	"I promise you, Papa, never," she said with a sob, disturbed that he didn't 
believe her. His hands were on her bottom now and indeed it did feel rather nice, 
but she was sure it was because it was her Papa that was doing it, not some snotty 
nosed boy. He began to squeeze her cheeks, softly, not hard but enough to make 
her pulse jump from the sheer pleasure of it.
	"What about your girlfriends, then? Do you girls get together and 
experiment sometimes? Do you let your friends feel you up, Emily?" He was 
looking directly into her eyes, his hands moving all over her bottom, tracing the 
crease through her panties, tickling her bottom and caressing it so wonderfully. 
Yet he still couldn't accept that she hadn't played sex games with her friends.
	"No, Papa, I promise I haven't. I don't know if any of my friends have 
done anything like that but I promise I haven't, ever."
	"What about your teachers, then? I'll bet some of the men teachers would 
like to taste the delights of young girls like you. Have they done things that you 
were ashamed to stop them from doing? Patted your bottom, or pinched it as a 
joke, or your breasts, eh? I can't believe someone hasn't tried to do sex things 
with you, Emily. If there's anything at all, I want you to tell me. You mustn't 
bottle it up inside. Well?"
	"No, none of them have even tried to do anything as far as I know, Papa. 
We have so many lectures at school now about sex abuse and stuff that they never 
do anything like that."
	"And the lady teachers? Hasn't one of them singled you out as her special 
friend? Kept you in after school and touched you or said things?"
	"No, I promise… Well, I suppose Miss Reymond might have. It didn't 
seem wrong at the time. But she wouldn't have done it for sex things, I know she 
wouldn't."
	"Tell me about it, child," he said increasing the pressure on her bottom 
cheeks, squeezing much more tightly now.
	"Well, she does seem to make me one of her pet students, there are two or 
three of us and the strange thing is that we are the ones who get kept in after 
school, just one of us at a time, never two or three together. I remember a few 
weeks ago, Cindy Smart had to stay back and I waited for her because we had 
some homework to talk about. She was    with Miss Reymond for quite a while 
and when she came out her face was bright red and she looked as if she had been 
crying. When I asked her what was wrong she wouldn't tell me anything, just 
didn't want to talk about it. But I don't know if Miss Reymond did anything to 
her, Papa."
	"And what about you, Emily? What does she do when you get kept in?"
	"Oh, she's always very friendly and usually just wants to talk about things. 
Girl things, you know. I never thought there was anything wrong with it. In fact I 
like it because she lets me ask any questions I want and she tells me things, you 
know the way adults understand more stuff."
	"What did you talk about last time?"
	"Oh, I remember that because it was only last night. She's never kept me 
in as long as she did Cindy that time. It was strange because that was the night 
you and I decided to do things. These things."
	"Why was it so strange then?"
	"Well, we were talking about, oh, I don't know, sexual molestation by 
boys, at least that's how it ended up. She asked me if I was still a virgin and was 
srprised when I said I was. She then went on to great lengths to tell me how she 
lost hers. It was a boy in school who she never liked but she teased him so much 
that he threatened to tell her parents lies about her if she didn't let him. I thought 
it was cool because I'd never talked to anyone who's done it before."
	"Yes you have. I've done it before, Emily. I could have told you exactly 
what happens when a girl loses her virginity. Anyway, why didn't you tell me 
about it? That was a secret you kept from me."
	"But I never thought it was such a secret, Papa. I wasn't trying to hide 
anything from you. Truly. Otherwise I wouldn't have told you now, would I?"
	"And does she touch your secret places, Emily?"
	"I never thought it was something naughty, Papa. I guess she touched my 
breasts a couple of times but just to brush some fluff off or just being friendly, 
like a mother would, I guess. She's never put her hands where yours are now, 
Papa. Just strokes my dress sometimes as she talks."
	"At least I'm pleased you've been honest with me, Emily. It is 
encouraging. We'll talk more about her later. Right now, the time has arrived, 
child, to begin teaching you the ways of adults and I am proud to be your teacher. 
Very proud indeed, Emily."
	He stopped again as he looked deeply into her eyes. They seemed like 
magnets to the young girl and she was entranced. The situation was like none she 
had ever experienced with her Papa before.
	"Are you obedient, child?"
	"Yes, Papa." Of course she was.
	And compliant?"
	Compliant? You mean do as I'm told, Papa? Of course."
	I will require you to be quite obedient and compliant. You will obey me 
and comply with my wishes? Always?"
	Yes, Papa, of course I will. I always obey you, Papa." She couldn't 
understand why he was being so persistent about something he most surely knew.
	There are many things I will require of you in your learning, Emily. 
Many things you most likely would never consider but they are necessary and I 
will insist. Do you understand?"
	I'm not sure what you mean, Papa but if you want to teach me things, I 
will do as you say," she promised, not really knowing what she was to be taught 
in any case.
	I am pleased. It is a good beginning. Are you a virgin, Emily?"
	Yes, Papa, of course I am. I told you that already."
	I only know that six months ago you told me you were. You have not let 
anyone touch you since?"
	You mean to have sex? Of course not," she said with a timid laugh. "I 
don't even have a boyfriend, you know that."
	When does your period start next?"
	e had never asked her such a personal thing before and it made her 
blush, even when it was he who asked. "Oh…," she gasped. "My period…? Oh, I 
can't think… It's on my computer… Do you really want to know?"
	I asked so I want to know?" He neither looked embarrassed nor 
disappointed that she hadn't answered.
	ndeed that was what being compliant meant. If he wants something she 
will comply, that's what she promised, she told herself. "Well it finished last 
Monday week so I guess I've got about a week, maybe 9 days before it starts 
again. I'll go and look it up exactly if you wish, Papa," she said starting to rise.
	You will tell me the exact date later. Do you masturbate, Emily?"
	Masturbate…?" She repeated in a shocked voice. "I…" The question 
completely threw her mind into a spin. Yes she did but it was so private he 
shouldn't ask. Not even Papa. "Papa, I…"
	Don't spoil the first night, Emily." It was a rebuke without any malice.
	Oh…," she almost moaned. "It's so private, Papa but, well, yes, 
sometimes."
	How often, exactly?"
	How…? Oh. Maybe once or twice a week." Her face was so hot she 
knew he could see her blushing but he gave no indication of her discomfort.
	Where do you masturbate, Emily?"
	he poor girl was stricken. It wasn't right to have to talk about something 
like this. But then, well she did agree and it was her Papa. "In bed, Papa."
	Now think carefully, Emily. I want you to think back to the last time you 
masturbated in your bed. When was that?"
	Oh… Oh, I… It was last night, Papa."
	I want you to describe everything you did in detail, Emily."
	You mean when I…? Oh…" It was becoming too much and she felt her 
chest tighten and it became difficult to breathe.
	Take your time, child. It's important that I know everything about you. It 
will help me decide what you need to learn the most. Now take several deep 
breaths and then tell me, from the time you decided to begin the act of 
masturbation. What prompted you to begin, what did you do first, how were you 
clothed, how did you proceed, what did you think about, how did you feel, what 
was the final result? All those things, I need to know everything, Emily."
He was leaning towards her on the edge of his large armchair, his chin 
resting on his hands, elbows on the arms of the chair and he wanted her answer.
	Oh, it's so…," she began and then knew she would tell him everything. 
	"It was after my shower, Papa. When I got back to my room."
	"After dinner? You masturbated after dinner before you came and spent 
the evening with me? Is that when you did it?" 
	"Oh, please forgive me, Papa. I didn't mean…"
	"No, it's alright. I'm not angry about it, Emily. I just wanted to be certain. 
Continue."
	She remained silent for a moment, trying to get her mind working so she 
could describe her act in the right sequence. " When I got back, I saw my 
reflection and… Well, it just happened. I don't know exactly what made me 
decide to do it then, Papa. It was just something that I decided to do. I can't 
remember anything that made me feel I wanted to do it."
"Go on."
	"I slipped my robe off and laid down on my bed and began to touch myself."
	"How, child?"
	How? Well I just began to rub my finger along my… along my puss… 
along my vagina. That's what feels so nice, just stroking my vagina."
	That's all? Did you put your finger inside?"
	Inside my pussy… Oh, my vagina? No… No, I've never done that."
	Go on, what did you do next?"
	"Well, I just kept on doing that, Papa. It's sort of soothing and makes me 
tingle inside, like a million little bubbles fizzing around my insides."
	"Your clitoris? Did you rub that?"
	"My clit…? Noooo," she said slowly, her mind racing. "I…When I do 
that, it makes me feel really strange, Papa. I don't touch that thing."
	"Never mind, go on."
	"That's all. I got dressed and came into your study."
	"That's all? What did it feel like? Did it sent you into a frenzy?"
	"A frenzy? No, of course not. Why would it do that, Papa? All I did was 
stroke my pussy which made me feel nice."
	"I see. What were you thinking about when you were masturbating?"
	"Thinking about?? Oh…," she gasped, hoping he wouldn't ask that even 
though he suggested it earlier.  "Oh, I can't tell you, Papa."
	"I insist, Emily. Please do as I ask."
	Her blushes aroused Theo as much as if he were having sex with her right 
at this very moment.  
	"I can't… Oh, it's so embarrassing, Papa. Please, if I tell you, you won't 
tell anyone, will you?"
	"You have to trust me, Emily, and obey. That's you're agreement."
	"Mr. Dickson. I thought about Mr. Dickson at school."
	"One of your teachers? The young one?"
	"Yes." She admitted in a whisper.
	"What were you thinking about him?"
	Emmy bowed her head in shame and in a soft voice, told her Papa, "I was 
pretending he was the one stroking my puss… my vagina."
	"You had sexual thoughts about him then?"
	"No… Yes… Oh, I don't know. I just imagined it was him and not my 
own finger. You won't tell him, Papa. Please promise you won't tell him. I 
couldn't bear for him to find out."
	"Do you always think about him when you masturbate?"
	"Yes," she admitted.
	"Are you in love with him?"
	"No," she almost shouted. "It's just… Just a dream, I suppose. Oh, I feel 
terrible, Papa. Please don't make me answer anything more about it."
	"You have been very good, Emily, very good indeed. I understand how 
difficult it must have been to discuss something so intimate with me but it was 
important for me to know just how far you have progressed with your knowledge 
of sexual matters. Masturbation is one of the first sexual acts most young people 
experience and as you still retain your virginity I take it that is as far as you have 
progressed. Am I correct?"
	"Yes, Papa, I haven't done anything else, truly."
	"I believe you, Emily. Now I want to explain something to you and then 
you'll be put through a test to show just how obedient and compliant a girl you 
really are. All men have certain needs, Emily, needs that are fulfilled by a wife or 
a girlfriend on a very regular basis. They are not just needs of companionship but 
intimate needs for which one's partner provides relief with various parts of their 
body. Do you understand what I mean, Emily?"
	"You mean sex, Papa?" Her mind was now reeling with thoughts of her 
own Papa demanding sex from her.
	"Yes, Emily, sex. Can you imagine what it is like not to have a partner to 
give the relief a man's body desperately desires?"
	"Oh, you mean since Aunt Sophie died. No, Papa, I can't."
	"Men's desires are so much more intense than women's, Emily, and if 
sexual relief is not available when his desires are aroused, which is very often I 
should tell you, he could even become a rapist…"
	"You wouldn't rape me, would you, Papa?" She shrieked in fright.
	"I'm not going to rape you, Emily. Forgive me if I frightened you. That's 
not my purpose in talking to you tonight. As I was saying, they could become 
rapists or brutal or perhaps like me, someone who learns to live with the situation 
yet desperately yearns for someone who could replace their lost partner."
	"Papa, do you really have… you know, sex feelings too?"
	He laughed at her innocence. "More that you could ever imagine, little 
one," he told her simply.
	"Are you going to have sex with me, Papa?"
	"That won't be one of the demands I'll require you to obey, Emmy," he 
smiled back at her. It was the first time he called her by that name all evening.
	"Then how do you… Oh, do you have a girlfriend, Papa?"
	"No, none at all. You are my girlfriend, baby."
	"But I haven't helped you… the way you spoke about," she blurted out, 
blushing at her effrontery.
	"No and I haven't asked you to, have I? But because we are going to be 
discussing matters of a very personal nature and so that you will comprehend 
everything, I'll require you to perform certain sexual acts either on your own with 
me looking on or you and I together. I have thought about this for a long while, 
Emmy, and have decided it is the only way to teach you properly about the way 
adults enjoy their sexuality."
	He stopped and looked straight at her, waiting for a reaction. She sat 
perfectly still, not daring to look at him for the shock that was swirling through 
her mind was overpowering. She couldn't say anything. Her voice just wouldn't 
come out. Her throat became constricted and she could feel her whole body 
beginning to shiver. She thought she would faint and grasped the arms of her 
chair as tightly as she could to hold herself steady.
	"Have I shocked you, Emmy?"
	"Uh… Mmmm… I… I…"
	"I have, haven't I? No, there's no need to speak just yet. Try to relax your 
body, a little at a time. Breathe as deeply as you can, yes, like that. Good. Now 
keep doing that while I talk a little further. There is nothing to be afraid of, 
Emmy, nothing to be ashamed of. You are the one I love most dearly in the entire 
world and there isn't anything that shouldn't be said or done in each other's 
presence. Besides, remember your promise of obedience and compliance? It will 
give you more understanding than any other girl in your school. You will reach 
adulthood with a clear understanding of what that will mean. And you must not 
think of the things we do as sexual acts. They are a way to teach you what you 
must know. Do you understand what I am saying, Emmy? Whatever we do 
together is not sex but simply the best way of teaching you about sexual matters. 
Understood?"

Chapter Four
	Emmy was still in a state of shock although her Papa's words helped 
somewhat. It wouldn't be like having sex, just his way of teaching her about it. 
She looked into his eyes for the first time since she realised what he intended and 
found his gentle smile and his absolute loving face. Oh, how she loved her Papa. 
But there were still doubts. She nodded her understanding but had to ask one 
more question.
	"Papa, does that mean you will take my virginity away?"
	"So that's what's worrying you? I promise you, Emily Kent, the one you 
love will be the one who has that privilege," he replied with a knowing smile.
	"Oh," she smiled back at him.  The weight had been lifted.
	"Feeling better?"
	"Yes," she smiled at him.
	"Good, now for your first test. Come here just in front of me and turn 
around so you're facing away from me. Now, I want you to slip your panties off 
altogether and lift your nightie up to the middle of your back and hold it there."
	She jerked her head around to look at him then slowly turned back. He 
heard a sniff and saw her hands at work. He breathed a silent sigh of relief. She 
was hooked. In moments the twin globes faced him, firm and glistening white.
	"Good girl, Emmy, now stay perfectly still. Good girl, that's lovely. Now 
that wasn't too difficult, was it? No, remain still; don't turn around. Well? Wasn't 
it?"
	"No, Papa."
	In a quiet voice he said, "I'm going to touch your bottom, Emmy. I don't 
want you to move." His hands were trembling as they cupped the coolness of her 
two cheeks and his erection was at the full. Oh, so smooth, firm, tender, he told 
himself as he brushed lightly over the whole expanse. The urge to intrude into the 
crease was so strong he thought he surely would do it but willpower eventually 
won out. To move too quickly, especially on the first night could easily destroy 
the ground he had already won and possible stop his chances with this young 
beauty forever.
	"Does it feel nice, Emmy?"
	"It makes… It makes me tingle, Papa."
	"No one's ever touched you like this, have they?"
	"Never, Papa."
	"As you get older, your lover will do such wonderful things to your body 
you'll wonder how you ever lived without him. This is just the beginning. Now let 
your nightie fall back in place and turn to face me."
	He heard the sigh of disappointment as she did so. He didn't doubt then, 
that she would have allowed him further intrusion, which gave him confidence for 
subsequent lessons.
	"Kneel between my legs, Emmy. Yes, right in, push yourself right in hard 
against me. I will tell you some of the rules you have to obey from now on. But 
first I want to thank you for being such a good girl with your first lesson. I know it 
isn't easy for a young girl to cope with such private matters but I'm sure you will 
find the future both interesting and stimulating."
	"Yes, I understand, Papa. Thank you for wanting to teach me," she replied 
in all innocence.
	She was pressing so hard against him, her breasts just above his cock, 
which was rampant and she had to realise what the lump was but she showed no 
sign of noticing. He took her face between his hands and kissed her directly on 
the lips, a fatherly kiss at first but one that progressed further until his tongue was 
stroking her lips that were forced apart by his stronger mouth. 
	"Lovers will kiss you passionately, Emmy. Enjoy it for they are saying 'I 
love you' in the most wonderful way." He kissed her eyes and nose and turned her 
face so he could press his tongue into her ear. Oh, the sweetest taste, bitter yet 
sweet as the dear girl gasped from the thrills racing to her brain. He sucked her 
ear lobe and kissed her neck below the ear. She moaned with pleasure. 
	Still holding his face close to hers, he spoke quietly yet which firmness.
	"These are your first rules, Emily. Listen carefully. They are rules I expect 
to be obeyed without exception. Firstly, you will speak to no one about your 
lessons, never. Understood?"
	"Yes, Papa."
	"Rule two. When you go upstairs tonight, you will collect every pair of 
pantyhose you own, place them in a bag and put it in the rubbish bin. From 
tomorrow, you are forbidden to wear them, ever. They are a hindrance to 
accessing those parts of you that a lover so desires."
	"But, Papa, they are part of out school uniform. I have to wear them to 
school."
	"Is there not a choice?"
	"No… Well, we are allowed to wear long socks but none of the girls do 
that. I'd be laughed at."
	"Hmm. In that case I will allow you that privilege but all your non-school 
hose goes out tonight. I might even use those long socks as a punishment if you 
fail to obey me at any time. The first thing you do when you arrive home from 
school each day is to remove the hose. Agreed?"
	"Yes, Papa."
	"Third rule; you must never masturbate without my direct permission in 
future. If the need is so strong, you must ask first but I may not always give my 
approval. Sometimes it makes the act so much better when it is withdrawn for a 
time." 
	"Yes, Papa," she agreed, blushing furiously once again.
	"You will ask permission to visit the toilet on every occasion you need 
to."
	"But at school, Papa?"
	"Be patient, my little worry wart. The exceptions are when you are at 
school, and during the night after lights out. In the mornings you will not visit the 
toilet until you have asked my permission during breakfast."
	"But, Papa, I always have to go first thing."
	"When you ask permission you will tell me why you need to go and how 
urgent it is. If you soil yourself or if you go without permission, you will be 
disobedient and that's punishable. Understand all that, Emily?"
	Her eyes were wide open in shock but she knew she had to agree. 
Punishment? What did that mean? She dare not ask.
	"Fourth Rule. You will ask permission every time you have to replace 
your sanitary pads…"
	"Papa, I couldn't," she cried out in amazement.
	Without acknowledging her interruption he continued, "Which includes 
the first time for each period. In addition all changes will be made in my presence 
and you will present the used pad for my inspection. Exceptions are only during 
the time you are at school and then you will bring the used pads home for my 
inspection. They will be laid out on the table each day as soon as you arrive home 
and you will conduct me to them as soon as I am available."
	"Oh, it sounds so terrible, Papa. Surely husbands don't make their wives 
do that."
	"Any disobedience is punishable, Emmy."
	"Yes, Papa," she capitulated.
	He took one of her hands that were lying over his knees and pressed it to 
his lips then, still without looking towards her, asked, "I will buy clothes, special 
clothes for you, which you are to wear for me when I tell you, Emmy."
	Her eyes open widely, not knowing what he meant. "Clothes? But you do 
buy all my clothes, Papa."
	"These will be different. Special. Clothes that you wouldn't wear 
outside… That you wouldn't want others to see you wearing."
	"You mean some nightdresses, Papa?"
	"Maybe, but other things too? Clothes, just for me to see you in, Emmy. 
Clothes that you wouldn't want others to see you wearing, but that you would be 
proud to wear for your Papa. To make your Papa proud to see his little girl 
dressed just for him? Clothes that may make your Papa sexually aroused. You 
will not object, no matter what they are, Emily."
	"Yes, I understand, Papa."
	"You please me very much, my dear. When I saw you tonight, in the 
shower, I suddenly realised how beautiful, how vibrant you have become. Did you 
mind?"
	"No, Papa," she whispered, feeling the flush spreading across her face.
	"Then tomorrow evening you will find some clothes on your bed. Don't 
look at them until after your shower, then dress in nothing but what you find and 
spend the evening with me as we always do. We won't speak of it again but you 
will know it has to be our secret, Emily. Between just you and me, you 
understand?"
	"Yes, I understand, Papa. But why is it a secret if I wear new clothes for 
you?" Deep down, she knew this was not the normal thing she was asked to do 
but it was for her Papa so she couldn't say no. Not to her beloved Papa.
	"You will know, my child. Just please your Papa tomorrow. There will be 
other new clothes on other nights. We will enjoy each other's company and there 
will be more lessons."
	He smiled down at her, realizing her understanding of what he intended 
was not what she was going to expect. But she would become used to it. And to 
the other things that he had thought about.
	He held her in his arm for a time without saying anything more. Then she 
felt him lifting her nightdress. 
	"Don't move, dear. Papa just wants to stroke you." Then his hand slipped 
underneath against the small of her back, gently stroking her bare skin. It felt so 
nice she gasped with pleasure as he continued, moving upwards slowly, lifting the 
back of her garment higher. She made no objection, enjoying the feel of his hard 
hand against her tender flesh.
	"I do love you so, Emily. You know that, don't you?"
	"Yes, Papa. Of course I do," she agreed looking up into his eyes. He 
kissed her on the forehead and continued to stroke her back. As he kissed her 
goodnight, he whispered, "I thought you looked beautiful in your shower, Emily." 
Then he rose and quickly left the room before she could think of anything to say.

Chapter Five
	When she arrived home from school, the parcel was waiting for her. Not 
large but as she went to look, his words came back. 'Wait until after your shower 
then wear just these.' Oh, how it intrigued her. She knew they were expensive for 
they were in a bag from the most exclusive store in town. Her heart gave a little 
flutter and she couldn't wait until after dinner to find out what he had bought.
	She literally skipped into the kitchen before dinner but her Papa showed 
no sign that anything was different from any other night. They talked of her 
school day and his workday but when she went to clear away the dishes he said he 
would take care of it this evening and she should go and take her shower. She was 
sure the look on his face was different but she couldn't tell why. 
	She began to leave but stopped and turned back to him. "Papa, I need to 
go to the toilet?"
	"Oh, yes?"
	"Well, may I?"
	"You haven't explained your need, child," he told her quietly.
	"Oh, I need to… To pee, Papa and it's very urgent," she said with a blush.
	"Very well, you may do so."

	So with the excitement of what lay on her bed, she peed then flew into 
the shower and for the second time in her life, walked naked from the bathroom 
to her room. Papa was nowhere to be seen.
	The parcel seemed much smaller than before and when she pulled the 
contents out, she realised that there was very little inside at all. As she unwrapped 
the tissue paper, she gasped in shock for her clothes for the evening were no more 
than a set of baby doll pajamas that were almost transparent. Emily couldn't 
believe it at first. Papa had bought something that he would see right through. He 
would see her titties and even the small patch of hair on her pussy. That's what he 
meant by having to keep it a secret and about the special clothes he would buy for 
her. Of course she wouldn't be seen in these by anyone, how could she? No-one 
but Papa and Papa had already seen her naked anyway so it wouldn't be as bad as 
if he had never seen her like that.
	She held the flimsy garment against her chest and could see through both 
thicknesses so what he would see when she wore it would be absolutely 
everything. And it was so short as well. Was it really alright to wear this in front 
of him? Did he really know she would be practically naked in front of him? Then 
she understood; he knew exactly how it would look when she put it on. He 
wanted to see her like this, displaying herself just for him. She might as well not 
have worn anything, for this never helped her modesty in any way. 
	Oh, how could she come to him like this? What would he say? He'll say 
she was beautiful and run his hand under the top like last night, that's what will 
happen, she told herself. Her dear Papa had at last taken notice of how her body 
had grown and wanted her to show him just how beautiful she was. That made 
her feel happy and proud. Yes, Papa really likes the way I look.
	It showed far more than she could have imagined. When she slipped the 
panties up her legs she was sure her pussy lips were totally visible and when the 
top went on, not only were her breasts totally exposed but the top was so loose it 
fell to just level with her nipples. Any little sway and he would see her bare flesh, 
and if she bent over even the slightest bit, he would be able to see right down her 
front. Her breasts would be quite naked for him.
	The thought made her remember what some of the girls joked about at 
school, about boys trying to look up their skirt or down their blouse at the illicit 
parts. At least two of her girlfriends had let boys touch their breasts and the very 
thought sent shivers right up her back. Was Papa doing this just like the boys at 
school? Did he really want to spy on her nakedness? But it wouldn't be spying if 
she in fact wore this nightie because she would be actually letting him look. It 
wouldn't be anything like boys trying to sneak a look. Did Papa want to touch her 
breasts like the girl's let their boyfriends? Oh, no, surely not?
	She slipped the top over her head and blushed when she saw herself so 
clearly exposed in the mirror. If Papa didn't realise how transparent this would 
be, he would be just as shocked as she was right now. Did he know what it would 
be like when she wore it? But she knew the answer. Of course he did and that's 
exactly what he wants to see. Everything a girl holds secret. That's what he 
expects to see when she walks into the room. The realisation made it all the more 
embarrassing and yet so exciting.
	Papa knew exactly how her body would be shown off and knew just what 
she was thinking right at this minute. He was waiting for her and knew that she 
knew he had planned it exactly this way. Was it a test? Did he really want her to 
refuse to wear it and in fact be very angry if she did wear it into the room? Oh, 
what must she do?
	But he had already seen her quite naked and wasn't the least upset then. In 
fact he was downright nosy, staring at her nakedness as though he had never seen 
a naked woman before. So he was most likely anxious to see her this way. No, he 
wouldn't be upset. He wants to see her like this.
	So, with butterflies in her tummy, the thirteen-year-old child walked 
quietly down the hallway and stopped beside the half open doorway, the shaft of 
light enough for her to see her nakedness all over again. 
	Gingerly she put her face around, holding the door against her chest.
	"Papa, I…"
	"Ah, at last. I thought you were never going to come. Come in, my dear. 
Come in and let me see."
	"But, Papa. I'm…"
	"There's no need to be embarrassed, Emmy. Come in and show yourself 
to Papa. Let me see your new clothes." He was standing now, holding out his 
hand, gesturing her to enter. 
	And she did. It wasn't easy and she covered herself from his gaze just as 
she did in the shower but when she saw the acceptance in his eyes, the smile of 
joy when he first saw her, the need to hide herself seemed altogether silly.
	"Oh, I wondered…" He said stopping in mid-sentence as he gazed at the 
young beauty before him. Theo had imagined how she would look in these 
skimpy things but the vision, the reality of seeing her dressed in one of his 
fantasies was ten times as moving as he had expected.
	"I knew you were a beautiful girl, my dear, but your beauty takes my 
breath away. Come and kiss Papa." 
	She smiled shyly and held her pursed lips upwards but that wasn't what he 
wanted. He pulled her close and put an arm around her shoulder and neck, 
cradling her head in his elbow. He gave his charge her first adult kiss; a sexual 
kiss such as he had never given his wife in all those years. 
	Emily felt his tongue wet her lips then force it's way into her mouth, 
fighting her own tongue that gave little resistance. He was breathing hard, 
mashing his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue in and out so the intensity of his 
attack made her gasp for breath. Strange feelings ran through her whole body, 
urgent feelings that made her cling to this man who until now treated her just as a 
daughter, feelings that told her there was more and yet she knew not what. His 
grip of her was strong and she had no way of forcing herself away yet the need for 
air as he continued to kiss her mouth became desperate. She had to break away 
and tried to twist her face away. 
	Finally he realised and lifted his face away.
	Emily felt weak. Her knees wobbled and she was grateful that he 
continued to hold her for it was several seconds of deep breathing before she 
began to regain her strength. She took a small step backwards and both looked at 
each other, she questioningly, he sheepishly.
	"Emmy…" He began then stopped. "Emmy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to 
frighten you. It's just that…" 
	"Papa…?" She too was embarrassed and couldn't find the words she 
wanted.
	"Let's sit down, baby girl," he finally said, glad to rest his still aroused 
body. He rarely achieved an erection these days, only on the nights alone in his 
bed when he gave himself the sexual relief he needed. But today the stiffness 
wouldn't go away and he was sure she would notice it if he didn't sit and try to 
cover it up in his lap.
	"Emily, I'm sorry if I frightened you. I haven't kissed you like that ever. 
Did it shock you?"
	"I… I…" Her mind full of strange thoughts following his kiss and she still 
couldn't find the words to say anything sensible. She sighed then looked into his 
eyes. "I wasn't frightened, Papa. And I think I liked your kiss. It seemed… Well, 
it seemed like a lovers kiss. Is that the way lovers kiss?"
	He smiled at her innocence. "I guess they do, sometimes at least. When 
they are aroused and passionate, perhaps."
	"Were you that way? Aroused? You mean…?"
	"Don't let it frighten you, Emily. I told you last night, a man alone, I mean 
without having a woman to share intimacies with, sometimes needs someone. You know, 
someone to be close to, to find release from the tensions that build up. Do you 
understand, my dear?"
	"Yes… I think so." By now she had quite forgotten that she was sitting 
right beside her Papa almost naked. 
	He looked lovingly at her. "Remember when we talked about boys and 
how they would try to touch you through your blouse or under your skirt?"
	"Y…es?"
	"They do it because they have urges quite different to girls or women. 
Men have sexual needs more often than girls and far more intense. From an early 
age they giggle at dirty jokes behind the shelter sheds at school, look at girlie 
magazines and think about sex all the time. Once a man gets married those urges 
usually settle down for he has a wife to make love to whenever he wishes and in 
their early days young couples might have sex several times a day."
	"Oh," she gasped, realising the conversation was far more intimate than 
she had expected. "But, Papa, Aunt Sophie has been dead for many years. You 
have no one now, no one all that time." She looked up into her Papa's face and 
then exclaimed, "What did you do, without your wife? I mean, you know… About 
needing to do things?" Then she blushed, realising what she had asked.
	"Now you're beginning to understand, my wonderful girl. I have needs 
just as any other man but as I said, I have learned to suppress them. You told me 
you touch yourself, it's just like that."
	"Oh,…?"
	"When you are alone, perhaps in bed. When you think of things that 
arouse you, sexually. And so you touch yourself sometimes? Between your legs?"
	"Oh, Papa," she said feeling most embarrassed that he should bring this 
subject up again.
	"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's very natural. I promise; every 
boy, most girls and many men do it regularly and I'd be surprised if most women 
didn't do it as well, just as you do. I know you find it enjoyable."
	Her blush grew brighter and she could feel the heat in her cheeks. "I… 
Oh, it's so embarrassing, you knowing I do that, Papa. Please forgive me."
	"Forgive you for masturbating? Why would I want to do that? It's a 
perfectly natural activity. It's the way I have coped without my wife." He looked 
down at his ward, a smile of understanding on his face.
	"You…? You do it too. But you don't have a puss…" She could have 
bitten her tongue of right then but instead covered her face in shame.
	"I may not have a pussy, that's the truth but I do have a penis," he sighed 
with exaggeration, "I just have to do with what I have. There is so much I still 
have to teach you, my darling. Don't despair, you will learn, I promise."
Her hands still covered her face as he pulled her against him and gave her 
a cuddle. "Look at me. Emmy."
	As she looked up, he gave her a peck on the lips. "Got you. Just wanted 
you to know I still love you despite the fact that you masturbate." His smile took 
away all her doubts if inferiority and she smiled back at him. "But of course you 
won't ever do it now, will you? Not unless I give permission."
	"Yes, Papa. I mean, no, Papa."
	"I still have so much to teach you and one of those things is how to 
masturbate properly so you can give yourself a proper orgasm. You can show me 
what you do when you touch yourself some day soon and I will teach you better 
ways to make you feel nice. You also have to learn what an orgasm is and I can't 
wait to see you have your first one."
	"You mean, you want me to let you watch? Oh, I…"
	"Why on earth not, baby? We are family together. Look at you, you're 
showing me your beautiful body and that doesn't embarrass you now, does it?"
	"Yes, but… Oh, I don't know," she said with a whine. "It just seems so, 
… Well, so personal. Papa do I really have to ask permission to go to the toilet 
and to let you see my…," she blushed at the thought. "My pads when I change 
them. I really don't need to, do I?"
	"Those things were in the rules you received, weren't they?"
	"Yes, Papa. But masturbating in front of…?"
	"It seems as though you still want to have secrets that you don't want to 
share with me, Emily. The first time, I think."
	"Did you tell your mother when you did it?"
	"No but we were never as close as I thought you and I were."
	"Oh, I didn't meant that, Papa. You know I love you, I want to be close to 
you, honestly I do. But letting you watch while I…," she blurted out then stopped 
abruptly. After thinking for a time, she looked up at her beloved Papa and asked, 
	"Do you really want to watch me when I… When I do it, Papa?"
	"My darling girl, I want to watch everything you do, just as, one day, I 
want you to see everything I do. If we had absolutely no secrets, nothing is 
shameful and we could become much closer than most married couples. Believe 
me, Emmy, every married couple keep secrets from each other."
	"Yes, but… Everything? We'd be naked together? And other personal 
things."
	"What sort of personal things do you mean, Emmy?"
	"Well, like going to the toilet and, uhm, when I have my time. You know 
my periods."
	"I would like nothing more than to share those moments with you, my 
darling girl. Would you really mind about sharing every day things like that, 
especially if we both agree to share every experience with each other? It's only 
between us, no-one else."
	"But seeing me do, uhm, you know, things in the toilet. It's so disgusting. 
Would I have to watch you that way too?"
	"I'm sure we'll both soon get very tired of watching each other piss and 
shit in the toilet. Well, maybe not that last bit, I don't think that's necessary," he 
added as an afterthought. "But it just means that nothing would be kept from each 
other. Can you understand what that means, Emily, absolutely no secrets at all? I 
would promise to show and tell you anything you asked just as you would for me. 
We could trust each other as no other couple in history."
	"Yes, Papa," she agreed in a voice that said, 'I give up'.
	"Anyway, we won't be doing those things straight away. There's plenty of 
other things to learn first. But you can understand how wonderful it would be for 
us to be so close, don't you, baby?"
	"Yes, I think so, Papa. It's a bit like tonight. I wore what you asked me to 
even when I was shocked at first at what you could see."
	"Exactly and are you shocked now?"
	"No, I guess I'm not, but…"
	"Then do we have a deal? To be absolutely open and honest with each 
other?"
	"Yes, I guess we do," she sighed after just a moment's hesitation.
	"Oh, you make me so proud of you, my darling." He couldn't stop himself 
from taking the girl in his arms as a lover would and kiss her deeply again, 
resisting the urge to poke his tongue down her throat once again.
	Emily gasped at the emotions that kiss brought out in her and took several 
moments to recover. She smiled at her Papa and said innocently, "I like the way 
you kiss me, Papa."
	"It has to be a secret between just us though, Emmy. You know that, don't 
you? If someone knew what we planned to do together, the authorities would take 
you away from me forever and I'd be flung into jail."
	"I wouldn't tell anyone, I promise, Papa. I don't want to be taken away 
from you."
	"Then let me really get a good look at my beautiful girl."
	He stood her between his knees and had her turn around. "Slowly, darling, 
let Papa look at every little bit of you. Oh, you are so very beautiful." As she 
faced him again his hands held her hips, beneath her nightie and he leaned 
forward and kissed her navel, wetting it with his tongue. "You are still a virgin, 
Emmy?"
	"Of course, I am, Papa, I keep telling you that," she said with a little 
accusing laugh. 
	"Never let any boys touch you up, here, or here?" He lightly touched her 
groin and the top of one breast.
	"None has ever tried, lucky for them," she said gallantly. "But I would 
never let them anyway."
	"And me, my dear?"
	"You? What?"
	"You would stop me also?"
	"From touching me? You wouldn't want to do that, Papa."
	"One day soon, I will undress you, my baby. Take all your clothes off and 
touch you in those secret girl's places. I will teach you how wonderful it feels to 
have someone you love touch you intimately."
	"Oh," she whispered to herself.
	"And when you choose to, you can do the same to me. And touch me 
where you wish," he added, watching for her reaction.
	"We are told at school that letting our parents touch us in those places is 
wrong, Papa. It's called incest. Is it really wrong, Papa?"
	"It's very wrong if the child is too young to understand or doesn't want to 
participate. But look at you, my dear. You are a grown woman with full breasts 
and periods that mean you can become pregnant just like an adult. If you want to 
do something just as much as your partner, how can that be wrong? Sure the 
authorities might say an adult must not touch a thirteen-year-old girl and that's 
why neither of us can breathe a word of our relationship to anyone. But I'm sure 
you know in your mind that there's nothing wrong with the way we feel towards 
each other. Isn't that so?"
	"I love you, Papa. I think it's exciting, don't you?"
	"Indeed, I do," he replied, proud of the way he so easily brought the 
youngster under his control. "You know there will be times when your Papa 
desires to do things that might hurt you."
	"Hurt me? Why, Papa?"
	"Because it is enjoyable doing things, spanking your bare bottom for 
instance, even if you haven't been naughty, just spanking it and making you cry. 
If I did that you would know you are giving me great pleasure and after the 
spanking is over I would do things that make you feel so good you'll want another 
spanking right away. I will require you to obey me in that way sometimes, baby? 
You will comply, of course?"
	"If it makes you happy, Papa. Anyway I have already agreed even though 
it sounds very scary."
	"Oh, you are so wonderful. Now let's make a few more rules. We can do 
nothing out of doors that would make anyone suspect we are more than just father 
and daughter. Agreed?"
	"Yes."
	"You promise to obey me in every way?"
	"Yes, of course, Papa."
	"You must begin to take the contraceptive pill, Emily. To stop any 
possibility of becoming pregnant."
	"Pregnant? You mean we will do sex things too? I'd have to have sex to 
get pregnant. Oh, I didn't realise…," she ended with a doubtful look.
	"In time we may decide to do that, my dear. Nothing should be taboo in 
the kind of relationship we have talked about but sex can manifest itself many 
ways. We do not necessarily have to have intercourse to enjoy sexual pleasures 
together. We will take it step by step but in case we do begin to have intercourse 
together you should be taking the Pill right from the start. I will make an 
appointment with the doctor tomorrow. All he has to know is that your periods 
are erratic and you need the pill to correct the problem. It is a common complaint 
in young girls."
	"You're sure he won't guess what we're doing. I'm frightened I might let 
something slip, Papa."
	"It's a good test. I'm sure you won't. He'll want to examine you but as 
you're still a virgin he'll have no cause to think there's anything wrong with our 
relationship. He's also a good friend so I'm sure he'll be happy for me to stay in 
the examination room with you. After all, you are my only daughter."
	"Oh, yes, your innocent young daughter," she said with bright eyes.
	"When is your period due, pet? Did you check it up?"
	"My per…? Oh, yes, I guess it's alright to tell. Uhm, it's due a week from 
Thursday. I looked it up on my computer this morning."
	"For the moment there's just two things I want you to remember. When 
you next have a desperate urge to touch yourself down here," he said actually 
cupping her vulva in his hand, "I want you to come to me immediately. Whether 
I'm in bed or down here or even at work. But I guess you will have those kind of 
feelings at night when you are in bed. Then I want you to come to me 
immediately and ask permission. I will decide if it is the correct time to watch 
your technique before I begin to teach you better ways to masturbate."
	"Oh," she gasped almost silently. "Yes, alright."
	"And as soon as you find your period has started, what do you have to 
do?"
	"Bring my pad to you and ask permission to use it."
	"Good girl, I look forward to that moment. Perhaps I could photograph 
you changing it."
	"It's all yucky and smelly."
	"And I want you to show it to me, O.K.?"
	"O.K."
	"So what do we do now, as our first parting gesture?"
	"You could kiss me again, Papa."
	"Oh, we'll do that all the time. Do you know what I'd like to do?"
	"Do you want to have sex, Papa?" She asked seriously.
	"Oh, indeed, I do, but we won't rush those things, besides you haven't 
begun taking the Pill yet.. It may be many months before we decide to do that, if 
we ever do it," he said in a conciliatory voice. "Now, before we say good night, I 
have some more rules that you will obey."
	"More…? Oh."
	"Firstly, I forbid you to have a boyfriend in any form until I decide your 
sexual education is complete. You are not to even make friends with any boys. 
Just girls. Understood?"
	"But I don't have any, anyway, Papa."
	"And you must keep it that way. If a boy tries to make friends you must 
stop him trying to be friendly immediately, even if it means being rude to him. I 
will punish you very severely if I ever find out you have begun a friendship with 
any boy. At least I can trust girls much more than those snotty-nosed young males 
at your school."
	"I promise, Papa, but that rule is going to be easily kept. I don't like being 
around them anyway."
	"Good," he responded with a satisfied smile. "Then I think we should do 
something very naughty before we go to bed."
	He stretched himself down into the sofa, his bottom right on the edge of 
the seat and his legs fully stretched onto the floor and parted. "Would you do me 
the honour of laying on top of me, Emmy, as a lover would when she makes love? 
Let me feel your softness pressing down on me. You might even feel something 
you've never felt before, too."
	"Alright," she said looking down at her father. "What do I do?"
	"Just lay right along me, with your pussy against my groin. If we were 
naked we could have real sex together."
	"It sounds very naughty, Papa."
	"Indeed it is, don't you think?"
	"Yes, very but I like it," she said with a giggle as she kneeled between his 
legs and lifted herself up along his chest. 
	"Push your pussy against Papa's cock, honey. Rub yourself against me. 
Can you feel it?"
	"There's something hard. Is that what cricketers wear?"
	"Ha," he gasped, almost choking as her innocence hit him. "That my 
darling girl is Papa's cock. It makes babies and makes girls very excited. Usually 
it's just a floppy old thing but when you do things like this, well, it gets all excited 
and ready to fuck you."
	"Fu…? You mean that's what goes inside? It feels so big, like a crowbar." 
Her eyes were wide open with apprehension.
	"Don't worry, it won't happen tonight, baby." His arms were around her 
now, pulling her tightly against him and one hand began stroking her bottom 
cheeks through the thin fabric.
	"Is this nice?" He asked.
	"Yes," she whispered as she lay still, allowing his hands to wander. "It 
makes me tingle, Papa."
	"You are making Papa's cock tingle. In fact if you don't get up right now, 
your Papa will disgrace himself." He pushed her upwards and she stood up, 
looking down at him questioningly.
	"Your pants are wet, Papa. Have you wet yourself?"
	"It's been a long time since I wet my pants baby. No, this is sex juice, your 
body made that happen to my body, you know. Some day, I'll show you exactly 
how it happens," he said a little sheepishly, pulling his jacket away from his 
tender erection to stop the impending climax.
	After a few moments to regain his composure, he sat her down beside 
him. 
	"It's going to be an exciting time, Emmy. I know I'm going to enjoy every 
minute of our new relationship and I hope you will too. Let me kiss you goodnight 
and you can go off to bed."
	He kissed her passionately for several minutes, breaking just for a quick 
breath before rejoining again.  His hand pulled her shoulder against him then 
slowly moved down until he reached under her top and slowly ran up her back, 
caressing her smooth flesh, tracing the many hillocks of her backbone. He was 
euphoric to find she never pulled away for a moment almost as though he was 
given unconditional access. He caressed her side as he withdrew his hand and felt 
her whole body quiver for that split second.
	Theo knew tomorrow would bring new excitements and he was already 
planning how to have her masturbate him to climax in the shortest time span. 
Fellatio was on the agenda after that. But deep down he knew she had to be 
chaperoned along the pathway very carefully. Despite her assurances that their 
secret would not be spoken of outside their home it only needed one action that 
she objected to and he could find the authorities on his doorstep wanting 
explanations.
	He knew too, that the first thing he would do when he reached his 
bedroom was to bring himself to a climax as quickly as possible. The need was 
desperate. And he did.

Chapter Six
	When Emily returned to her room, she sat on her bed in a swoon, her brain 
not working at all and those tingling sensations still running up and down her 
spine at her every movement. Her eyes saw nothing, glazed and useless as she just 
sat. Then a huge sigh shuddered through her body bringing her back to reality. 
	Oh, goodness, she had just let Papa put his hands under her nightie and 
never even tried to stop him. And she had ground her pussy right against his man 
thing, so hard it scared her to think of him raping her with it. How could 
something so hard ever fit inside her tender little pussy? How could she ever let 
him do it anyway? But he did say he would do it, sometime. Then all his words 
began to flood through her thoughts. No secrets, permission to pee and change her 
pads, undressing her, spanking, hurting, even sex. They were some of the things 
he said they would do together. And yet he is so lonely. He needs company, 
intimate company, he had said. None since Aunt Sophie died? That was years 
ago. He touches himself too. How does he do it? At least I have a pussy to run my 
finger over but all he has is a hard stick thing.
	As she removed the transparent baby doll pajamas the thought of playing 
with herself became stronger, a desperate urge to rub her pussy as she had done so 
many times before. But this time she was under a promise to go straight to her 
father and ask his permission and then he would want her to do it in front of him. 
	Oh, it was all to much, she whimpered to herself. Why did I promise him that? 
she thought. Oh, I can't just walk in and say, Papa I want to touch myself. It 
would be just too awful. 
	So desperate as she was, the young girl removed her nightwear and 
slipped between her covers, quite naked, shivering from the first touch of cold 
sheets as she closed her eyes. Thoughts of the evening flooded through her mind 
again and unconsciously her hand slipped to her breast and she gently stroked a 
nipple. The next thing she realised was being woken up by bright sun shining 
through her window.

	Emily did what she thought were all the right things as she readied herself 
for school. She left her bedroom door wide open, walked to the bathroom in the 
nude and took her shower with that door open but her Papa wasn't anywhere to be 
seen. A little put out by his lack of enthusiasm, especially after the way he'd 
talked last night, she dressed into her school uniform and went into breakfast.
	"Good morning, my little darling. Sleep well?" Her Papa asked with a 
warm smile as he looked up from his paper. He gave no indication that last night 
had ever happened, never showed any wish to kiss her as he did then and certainly 
no desire to touch her, to feel under her clothes. He had returned to her regular 
Papa, loving and caring, nothing naughty at all. 
	"Yes, thank you, Papa. I fell asleep almost straight away."
	"That's good. I wondered if you would. A good night's sleep helps you get 
through the day, doesn't it?"
	"Yes, I suppose," she replied almost mechanically.
	"So, what are you doing at school today?"
	"School? Oh, I don't know. Nothing special, just the usual classes."
	"No tests or exams?"
	"No… At least I don't think so." It was strange because he never asked 
things like that before, she thought to herself. "Why, Papa?"
	"Oh, nothing. I just don't want anything to disturb those days, ones where 
you are tested because it could spoil your marks and I wouldn't want that."
	"No, I'm sure I won't have any of those today, just assignments to hand in 
which I did last night before dinner," she added trying to allude to their encounter 
after dinner.
	"That's good," he said casually as he continued to read the newspaper.
	"Papa…?"
	"Yes, Emmy?"
	"I was wondering about… Oh, it doesn't matter," she quickly said, 
desperately wanting to know what he was thinking but not wishing to bring up the 
subject of last night herself. Surely it wasn't all a vivid dream? No, I couldn't 
have been. He did put his hand under my nightie, she told herself. Then she 
realised she hadn't relieved herself. 
	"Papa, may I go to the toilet, please. I need to pee, really bad."
	"No finish your breakfast first." He never even looked up as he spoke.
	"But…?" He never responded and all she could do was eat faster. Finally 
she asked again.
	"You're sure you can't hold on until you get to school?"
	"I'd pee my pants if I did, Papa."
	"You may go but tomorrow I'd like to see you wait until you got to school. 
A good stretch of the bladder is very beneficial, you know." His eyes watched for 
her reaction.
	"I'll try, Papa, but I really have to go now," she said hurrying along the 
passage.
	She returned and he asked, "Well?"
	"What, Papa."
	"What did you do?"
	"I peed." 
	"Good.
	As she rose to leave for school, he said, "I'll be driving you to school this 
morning, Emmy."
	"Oh, that's good," she responded with a smile. It meant she didn't have to 
share the bus with a load of uncouth boys. "Do you have business in town?"
	"You could call it that. What did you say the name of the teacher who 
touches you was?"
	Emily looked up in surprise. "You mean Miss Reymond? Well she didn't 
really touch me, Papa. Not in a naughty way."
	"I understand what you say, baby. But I would like to make sure she isn't 
doing the wrong thing. When we get to school, point her out to me, please." 
	"You're not going to say anything to her, Papa?" Emmy was shocked that 
he would even think of doing so.
	"I just want to see what she looks like. That's all."
	"Oh, then you aren't going to talk to her about… About what I said?"
	"Not now, anyway. We'll see."
	"Oh, please say you won't, Papa," she pleaded.
	"It won't be any affair of yours if I do, Emily, so stop worrying. Now are 
you ready to leave?"
	Emmy hardly said a word while they were driving and she breathed a sigh 
of relief when he made no move to get out of the car once they'd parked near the 
entrance. They waited for maybe five minutes and she jumped when Miss 
Reymond came into view.
	"There she is, Papa. That's her. In the red sweater."
	"Hmm, seems a nice woman," he said and nothing else. She leaned over 
to kiss him goodbye and he casually looked across and said, "Oh, Emmy, I'll be 
giving you a spanking tonight."
	"A spanking? Tonight? What have I done wrong, Papa?" She asked, 
aghast at the thought. True he had promised he would do this just for his own 
pleasure but surely not right away and for no reason at all.
	"Nothing as far as I know. I'm just going to spank you because it pleases 
me to."
	"But Papa…"
	"You can't object, Emmy, that's one of our rules. As soon as you come 
home I want you to finish your assignments as quickly as you can, then shower 
and come to dinner dressed in one of your fresh school uniforms, regulation 
underwear and all. As soon as dinner is over, you will go and stand in the corner 
opposite the dinner table," he said. "You are to stand perfectly still with your 
hands on your head until I tell you to move. You are not to look around and 
definitely not to speak even one word. Understand?"
	"Yes, Papa," she replied almost silently. 
	"Good girl, off to school now. Have a nice day," he said, pecking her on 
the cheek just as he always did. He simply smiled as she looked back at him, 
hoping to see he was just teasing.

	Emily couldn't focus on her schoolwork that day. Her mind was centered 
on nothing but what was going to happen to her when she arrived home. One 
teacher made an example of her in front of the whole class for daydreaming, 
which made her classmates laugh and giggle at her, but Emily hardly noticed the 
humiliation. She was to suffer much worse after diner tonight and she couldn't 
tell anyone about it. Not even her closest friends, although none were so close 
that they shared secrets, especially like the ones she shared with her Papa. 
	She hurried home straight after school, not because she was looking 
forward to what was to come, far from it, but her Papa did say to complete her 
assignments as quickly as she could so she wanted to give herself as much time as 
possible. She also wanted to make sure he was satisfied she hadn't dawdled home 
from school today. That might have brought on more punishment than he had 
already planned.
	Her Papa was in his study with the door closed so she went straight to her 
room and began studying. It was so difficult not to stop and think about later but 
soon the work overcame that and she finished in faster time than usual. She was 
quite surprised when she realised she still had forty-five minutes to dinner and 
took considerable time in getting ready just as her Papa wanted. She even re-
ironed her tunic and school bra and pants. She smiled when she held her pants up. 
	They were nothing like the panties she wore for him last night. He wouldn't be 
able to see through these and their thickness should take some of the hurt away, 
she told herself.
	She took particular care with her ablutions, washing and re-washing all 
her girl parts, not that Papa was going to see them tonight but at least she knew 
that she was presenting herself spotlessly clean and fresh. She decided to wear 
just the faintest perfume, a little dab between her breasts and on her sparse pussy 
hair.
	She had washed and dried her hair and put it up in two ponytails with 
white ribbons, the only colour allowed to be worn by the girls in her school. It 
was the first time she had done her hair like this and was sure her Papa would like 
it. She wore knee high white stockings the kind she hated to wear to school but 
they were better than pantyhose that Papa hated and she polished her black shoes 
until they shone like never before. When she had done up the last button on the 
frock she looked at herself in the mirror and felt very proud of her efforts. Even if 
	Papa was going to spank her, she should at least make every effort to please him.
Emily had never been punished in her life before, not even a grounding or 
a lecture for wrongdoing so she had no real idea of what to expect. On the other 
hand, Theo knew exactly what he planned to do and his cock had been hard all 
day in anticipation. It took great willpower to overcome the urge to stroke 
himself. He had fantasized about this moment the whole of his life and couldn't 
believe his chance had finally arrived.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Ten
	Some 30 minutes later, Judith lay back in one of two comfortable 
armchairs and Theo sat opposite allowing her to begin where she wished.
	"I never thought I would tell this story to anyone. No one, absolutely no 
one knows what I'm about to tell you and you will understand the risk I'm taking 
in speaking to you now but it will let you understand my feelings, and that's why 
I'm doing this. It's all so clear in my mind yet it began the day after I had my 
eleventh birthday…"

	The day after her eleventh birthday was not unlike any other until that 
evening when she heard her mother call out, "Pixie, come on in here."
	Her mother used that name only rarely, usually when she was about to get 
a spanking for something she'd done.
	Frightened but knowing she must go to her mother, she hurried in to the 
sitting room. "What have I done, Mum?" She asked in a doubtful voice.
	"You haven't done anything, Pixie, but your father and I think the time 
has come when you should be taught things about growing up. You're getting to 
be a big girl now, Pixie. Now I want you to go and take a long hot shower then 
change into your nightie and come back as quickly as you can. Don't get your hair 
wet, will you?"
	"No Mum," she said turning to go.
	"Oh, Pixie, you don't have your period, do you?"
	"My…," she gasped, looking shocked at her father. "N… No, Mum," she 
mumbled, feeling a blush spread over her face.
	It was a relief to get out of the room. She had never once had something 
so intimate discussed in front of her own father.

	Visions of being told about sex in front of her father ran through her mind 
as she showered but she dismissed them. Her mother would never do that to her. 
	She guessed that her father would go off to bed and leave the two females alone 
and that eased her mind considerably. She put on a fresh nightdress and combed 
her hair in front of the mirror. It was her favourite nightie, soft cotton with little 
flowers all over. The night was warm so she didn't need anything else on anyway.

	But her expectations were dashed when she found her father still seated in 
his favourite chair, but it had been moved so it was directly in front of the sofa 
where her mother sat. 
	"Come and sit here, Pixie, dear," her mother said patting the seat beside 
her. She found herself facing her father just, their knees just inches apart.
	"You look very pretty, Judy," her father said, smiling at her.
	"Thank you, Daddy."
	"Our little girl is growing up, isn't she?" Her mother beamed at her 
husband.
	"Oh, indeed, she is."
	"Now firstly, dear, you know that anything that is said and done inside the 
household is private between us, don't you?"
	"What do you mean, Mum?"
	"I mean that all the things we are going to teach you are just between us 
and must be kept in the family. You must never tell anyone about what you will 
learn, you know that, don't you?"
	"You mean my friends? Why?"
	"Because when sexual matters are discussed they are simply no one else's 
business. Now I want you to promise us both that you will never tell anyone, no 
matter who it is and you can't even hint to your friends about the things we teach 
you."
	"Sex things? You mean…?"
	"It is time you were taught what it means to be a woman in the big world 
that's out there. You're eleven now and already have your periods so you're old 
enough to get yourself pregnant if you're not careful."
	"Pregnant? Mum, I've never…"
	"I know you haven't, baby, but if you know what to expect from those 
snotty nosed little boys you go to school with, you'll know how to make sure you 
won't get pregnant. Isn't that so? Yes, of course it is and that's why we are going 
to teach you absolutely everything about sex, baby. You'll probably know more 
that even most of your teachers by the time we're finished."
	"You mean Daddy will be staying here all the time, while you tell me?"
	"Of course he will. How will you learn about men if he doesn't? So you 
will give us your promise not to discuss it with anyone?"
	"Yes, I suppose so, Mum."
	"That's not good enough, my girl. I want you to say it plainly. That you 
will not tell anyone ever, about the lessons we give you."
	"Oh, Yes, I promise I won't tell anyone at all, Mum. Really, I won't."
	"That's good, baby," she said smiling to encourage her blushing daughter. 
She then spoke to her father. "I hear young Katherine Simpson has been taken 
away from her parents."
	"You mean Bill and Kate's kid? Why?"
	"It was in the paper. Bill's been charged for touching his daughter and 
looks as though he'll go to jail for a good few years. I don't know what Kate's 
going to do. She'll never find a job at her age and once it's reported in the papers, 
she'll be a social outcast. Her daughter's now in some state ward home. Heaven 
knows what those bastards are doing to her now she's out of circulation. I've 
heard they sell some of the girls to brothels across the border. Poor little kid."
	"Why was she taken away, Mum," Judith asked, uncertain if she really 
wanted to know.
	"I'm told all she did was tell her teacher that her father was showing her 
about sex things and all hell broke loose. No one listened to her and all they 
wanted was to get the father behind bars. He never stood a chance and it simply 
broke the family all apart." 
	"Maybe you shouldn't have told Judy about it, she looks scared."
	"I didn't mean to frighten you, Pixie," her mother said sympathetically. "It 
was just that when I explained why our lessons must be kept private, I 
remembered about it. But you wouldn't want to see us split apart like that would 
you?"
	"Of course not, Mum. It sounds terrible. I wonder what the girl is doing 
now."
	"No one's heard from her for several months. They won't even tell the 
mother where she is, much less let her see her daughter."
	"Gosh," Judith gasped.
	"I don't think Judy would ever tell anyone," her father stated, looking 
straight at his daughter with knowing eyes.
	"Well, Daddy, what do you think of your little girl?" Judith's mother 
asked as she held her tightly around the shoulder.
	"Oh, I think she's very pretty."
	"She's ever growing boobies, see," she said, pressing the nightdress firmly 
against the young girl's chest to display the small bulges.
	"Mum…," Judith gasped, trying to wriggle our of her grasp.	
	"Oh, hush, child. Your Daddy's got every right to see how his only 
daughter has grown up. You feel, Daddy. See how her little boobies are growing."
He leaned over and reached his hand out.
	"Don't," Judith squealed.
	"Now don't be silly, Pixie. You don't want to get a spanking already do 
you? You just sit still and let your Daddy feel how your boobies have grown."
	She endured the intrusion in silence, feeling his hand stroke over the twin 
mounds, gently squeezing her, molding a hand over each breast and looking 
directly into her eyes as he did so. It was so embarrassing she had to close her 
eyes and let out a loud sigh as he continued to feel her.
	"Now you thank your Daddy for being so gentle with you, baby."
	She glanced at her mother but there was no getting out of it. "Th…Thank 
you, Daddy."
	"Perhaps you'll feel better when you take your nightdress off later, Pixie," 
her mother said. "I guess the first time you feel your Daddy's hands on your little 
breasts it is rather strange but when you feel how wonderful a man can make a 
girl's breasts feel, you'll understand, won't she, Daddy?"
	They both responded together.
	"Take my nightie off? You mean…?"
	"Yes, it's just the thought of doing something different that makes her 
embarrassed but she'll learn there's nothing wrong with a daughter showing her 
body to her parents."
	"Of course not," her mother agreed. "Now what were you saying, Pixie?"
	"You said I would be taking my nightie off…"
	"By the end of your first lesson, I know you will want to thank your 
parents by showing them you hold no secrets from them. Isn't that so? After all if 
it wasn't for us, you wouldn't exist."
	"Yes, but…Oh, I don't want to, Mum. Please…." The thought of 
disrobing in their presence was beyond her imagination, and especially in front of 
her own father. At least her mother had seen her naked many times, but Daddy…?
	"We'll take it along slowly, baby, then it won't be such a shock. Just stop 
fretting; it won't be a bad experience, I promise. Besides, if you can do something 
like that, it won't be nearly as bad for your Daddy when I make him show you 
what a man looks like."
	"You mean he'll take his clothes off too? Oh, Mum, he can't."
	"How are you going to learn if you don't get shown anything? Now you're 
just being silly. I want you to tell yourself that anything that happens within our 
family is quite O.K. Go on, tell yourself just that, Judy."
	She blushed deeply at the humiliation she felt and simply bowed her head 
and closed her eyes. 
	"Now, does that make you feel better?"
	"I… I think so."
	"Good, then let's move on. Lift your nightie and show Daddy how lovely 
your legs have filled out, baby. Yes, all the way up, come on."
	"Mummy, I don't want to. Please don't make me," she pleaded with tears 
beginning to roll down her cheeks.
	"Oh, don't be so difficult, Judy. If you aren't going to cooperate I'll put 
you over my knee and then you'll still have to do it. Now what is it going to be?"
	"But Daddy might see further up…" The youngster wailed.
	"He's your father for goodness sakes. Now lift your nightie up or I'll give 
your bottom a good tanning."
	She knew it was hopeless and with dread in her heart, she slowly pulled 
the cotton nightie up her legs then further upwards until the whole of her thighs 
were bared to her parent's sight. She dared not look up, for to see her father 
looking at places she had never uncovered like this before would be too much to 
bear. At least her secret place was still covered by the scrunched up nightie and 
she pressed it firmly against her lap.
	"Open your legs, Pixie. Let your Daddy see just how lovely they look." 
	"Nooo…," she begged with anguish to no avail and she spread herself 
wider so her knees were six inches apart but still pressed the nightie to herself.
	"Well, Daddy? What do you think?"
	"Oh, yes, mother, she's a real beauty alright. We'll have to watch the boys 
from now on. She's real cock-hardening stuff is our Judy."
	"Hear that, baby. That's a real compliment."
	Judith didn't like his description one little bit. How could looking at her 
legs make boys things get hard? She asked herself.
	"Stand up in front of your father, little Pixie. It's time he felt your lovely 
bottom. He hasn't had the pleasure of making it all red and tingly as I have so it's 
his turn to feel how smooth you are. Come on, be quick about it."
	Judith looked at her mother in horror. How could she be made to do such 
things, for her own Daddy to be allowed to touch her like this? It just wasn't right, 
but how could someone so young make them stop these terrible intrusions? Judith 
knew very well she would have to obey no matter how much she hated it. She 
stood and took the small step to move directly in front of her father.
	"Now what's all the fuss about, Judy?" He asked as he reached out to pull 
her closer and held one hand around her bottom.
	"Nothing, Daddy," she replied in a voice that was almost a squeak. Then 
with two hands he pulled her between his legs and she had difficulty in standing 
upright, her toes pushed against the sofa and his pulling, put her off balance.
	His hands did similar things to what he did to her little breastlets, stroking 
and molding, squeezing and feeling. Fingertips ran up and down her crease and 
she endured it all, tears still running down her face, red from the blushes of 
humiliation. 
	"Feel her skin too, daddy," she heard her mother tell him, a strange 
inflection in her voice.
	Judith looked around at her mother, not sure she had heard correctly, but 
when she felt his hands reach under her nightie and up the back of her legs, she 
knew it was true. He was pushing his hands under her nightdress and upwards, up 
her legs and thighs until he was now stroking her naked bottom.
	"You feel very nice, Judy," he said, his lips close to her ear as he spoke. 
His fingers intruded into her crease, pulling her cheeks apart and stroking her 
most intimate places. She knew he was going to touch the very hole that she was 
trying to clench so tightly. How could someone touch such a place, where she 
poohed into the toilet? Yet his finger was insistent and she was sure the pressure 
he was applying might even force it's way inside.
	"No," she cried out in anguish. "You mustn't, Daddy. Not there."
	"Hush, child.  It is exactly what your boyfriends will try to do. It's best 
that you know how it feels before you say no."
	"But it's dirty. You can't want to touch me there. It isn't right," she cried 
out and twisted away, breaking his grip on her bottom.
	"Right, young lady, that's it. Here, over you go," her mother said harshly, 
as she felt herself pulled away from her father's groping hands..
	"No, Mummy, I'm sorry. I won't…" Then the first spank landed squarely 
over her nightie-clad bottom and she screeched aloud from the shock.
	"You will do as we say because it's for your own good," she was told as 
spank after spank landed hard against her bouncing bottom. Judith shrieked then 
howled then began to cry pleadingly as the burning grew unbearable.
	"Mummy, it hurts so much. Please, I'll be a good girl," she whimpered 
through her sobbing, frightened to push herself away from the punishment yet 
desperate for it to stop.
	As last it was over and she found her mother lecturing her but she couldn't 
concentrate on that. Her mind was only concerned with the hurt deep inside her 
bottom cheeks just then.
	"Alright then, so you're going to behave yourself from now on?" She 
heard her mother ask.
	"Ye…Yes, Mummy, I promise," she gasped, still trying to rub the hurt 
away.
	"I hope so because it will be the strap next time on your bare behind, I 
promise you. Now you go back to your father. Lift the back of your nightie up 
yourself and ask you daddy to feel how soft your bottom is. Go on, right away."
So her objections had made it all the worse. Now she had to offer herself 
to him and even ask him to touch her private places. It was a nightmare with no 
alternative. The way they were teaching her about sex, if that what this was all 
about was worse than anything she could have imagined. So she stepped between 
his legs and lifted her nightie as she was told, her face wet with tears and now red 
from the humiliation of it all. 
	"You may touch me again, Daddy," she said in a whisper, bowing her face 
so she didn't have to look at him.
	It was awful. Her bottom was so sore and as his hands glided over the 
tender skin she couldn't help but give little gasps as she stood on tip-toe, trying to 
ease his touch as much as possible. She felt herself pulled even tighter against 
him as he put the side of his face against her tummy and hummed gently to 
himself, his hands continuing to stroke her bottom.
	"Has she grown any fluff yet, Daddy?" 
	Judith couldn't believe what she heard he mother ask. Of course she had 
hair on her pussy and she knew her mother had seen it, so the question was just 
another lead in to allow her father even more intrusion.
	He moved his face away and she felt his hand move to her pussy. He was 
actually running his fingertips over her pussy hairs.
	"Oh, yes, Mother, not much but I can feel it. Very soft. Oh, very nice, 
Judy."
	She tried to pull away from the humiliation but his other hand, still around 
her bottom, held her firmly and she couldn't move.
	"I thought she would have. After all she does have her periods now." Oh, 
isn't anything sacred? Judith thought then she heard her mother continue.
	"I think it's time to show Daddy everything, Pixie. Just slip your nightie 
over your head, baby."
	"Mummy, please, do I have to?" the youngster pleaded. She knew it 
wouldn't do any good but she just couldn't stop herself asking.
	"I won't ask you again, Pixie. The strap is waiting and it will be in the 
nude anyway so what do you want? Wouldn't you prefer a little dent to your pride 
that will soon go away or twenty strokes of the strap and then a little dent to your 
pride? Hmm?"
	Silent tears flowed as she lifted the last vestige of modesty and felt the 
cool air on her skin. Her head was bowed, tears were running down her cheeks 
and falling onto the floor and on her father's trousers and she sobbed in silence, 
unable to regain her composure. Here she was standing between her father's 
knees, totally naked while he laid back against the sofa and looked at her in 
silence.
	"Oh, my God, you're beautiful, Judy."
	That did nothing for the young girl, her body shaking with uncontrollable 
emotions.
	Her mother came and sat beside her father and she took her hand. "It's 
alright to cry, Pixie. I understand how you feel. The first time is always the worst 
but there's nothing to be ashamed about. We're your parents, baby. Come on, dry 
your eyes and try to calm down. Here," she said handing some tissues to her.
	Judith wiped her eyes several times and blew her nose into the wetness 
and finally calmed herself down. She felt terrible, seeing her father still looking 
on her nakedness, unable to object or stop him while her mother sat and smiled 
with satisfaction.
	"See, it gets easier, doesn't it? It's not so bad letting your Daddy look at 
you as you thought, is it? Feeling better now?"
	"Ye… Yes, Mummy, I think so," she whispered, still sniffing and wiping 
her eyes almost constantly.
	"Didn't I tell you so? Now, Pixie, I want you to sit on your Daddy's knee 
and give him a big kiss."
	"Now? You mean now?"
	"Right now. Tell him you love him and you don't mind him looking at 
you. Go on."
	At least she could at last sit down for her legs, the whole of her body 
actually, was aching. So she did as she was told and immediately felt a hard lump 
right where she was about to sit. She jumped up and looked down, feeling her 
face flushing as she realised what had caused it. 
	"Men do that all the time, baby. Especially when they think sexy things. 
	You'll get used to it," her mother said matter-of-factly. "Tuck yourself away, 
Daddy," she added and Judith blushed all the more as she watched her father 
adjusting himself. Then he held his arms out for Judith to sit down.
	She tentatively sat and found the lump had vanished. "Bit of a shock, was 
it, baby?"
	"I… I didn't know what it was," she admitted.
	"Don't worry, baby," her mother said comfortingly, "when your lessons 
are finished you will know everything there is to know about your daddy. It's 
understandable that young girls don't know about men and sex, that's why we 
knew it was time you were taught. Now give daddy a lovely warm kiss and tell 
him you like him looking at your body."
	She looked at her mother, her eyes begging to be let off but it wasn't to be. 
So she turned to her father and reached her face towards his. He didn't move and 
she had to shuffle herself up until she could reach then kissed him with closed 
lips. 
	"Thank you for looking at me, Daddy"
	"You can do better than that, baby. Now put your arms around his neck 
and kiss him like you meant it. Open your lips when you kiss. It means you want 
to be as close to him as possible," her mother instructed.
	It was embarrassing having to do everything while her father just laid back 
and waited. He hadn't said a word of encouragement nor helped her in any way. 
	How was she to know what she should be doing?
	So, hesitantly, she reached up and encircled his neck and pulled his face 
down to hers. She had never heard of opening her lips when she kissed but 
remembered some of the love scenes at the movies where she'd seen women 
doing that and it had made her pussy quite wet. Would it make me wet down 
there now? She wondered.
	This time she found her father had opened his mouth too and the circle of 
her lips pressed against his. His hand came up and held the back of her head 
stopping her from pulling away after the momentary kiss she expected it to be. 
	Instead his lips began to take over and she felt them almost chewing her own, 
saliva mingling and escaping from the edges. He kept the kiss going for what 
seemed minutes to the youngster and she began to panic, wanting to breathe for 
his actions had pushed all the air from her lungs. She breathed heavily through 
her nose and heard moaning sounds within the room then realised they were 
coming from her. 
	At last he allowed her to break away and she fell against him, gasping not 
only from lack of breath but from something else. She didn't know what but her 
father's kiss had made her feel suddenly weak. She thought she was going to 
faint.
	She glanced over at her mother who sat there, smiling a knowing smile. 
	"Now that was how kissing someone you love feels, baby. Your daddy has always 
been a great kisser. He still takes my breath away when we kiss."
	"She says that all the time, Judy. She loses her breath when we do other 
things too, don't you, babe?"
	"Now don't you be so rude, you naughty man. She'll learn all about those 
things in good time. Take no notice of him, Pixie; it's just men's crudeness 
coming out in him. Now, baby, you just relax and feel how nice it is to be 
caressed by a man. The time will come when boyfriends want to do these things 
to you all the time and you need to know just how wonderful it makes a girl feel."
	How could she relax? For her own Daddy had begun to run his hands all 
over her front, over her breasts again, her tummy and thighs and every so often his 
fingers would tickle the hairs over her most secret place. No one had ever touched 
her there, well, no one had ever tried to, but she would have definitely stopped 
them if they had. Now her own Daddy was doing it and her mother was allowing 
him to, in fact encouraging him to feel her all over.
	"Do you touch yourself down here, Judy?" He asked softly as he twirled 
his fingers through her pussy hairs. 
	She had been lulled almost to sleep by the softness of his fingers trailing 
over her skin and his question was only half understood.
	"You mean like when I have a shower, Daddy?" She wasn't sure what he 
was getting at.
	"When you are alone in your bed. Do you stroke your pussy? Make 
yourself feel nice?"
	Of course she had heard her girlfriends talking about it at school but she 
had never done it herself, more because she wasn't really sure what they had been 
talking about. None had ever gone into detail.
	Even so, it made her blush when she replied, "No, Daddy."
	"We will teach you what to do to make yourself feel really nice. Another 
day, though," he added. "Just lay still and enjoy what I am doing to you. Does it 
feel nice?"
	"Yes," she whispered, feeling very self-conscious about her complete 
nudity, sitting on her father's knees. The lump was now pressing onto her hip as 
she cuddled close to him and she knew this time that he was that way because he 
was touching her like this.
	He kept on pleasing her sensitive flesh for a long time in silence and she 
had almost drifted off to sleep again when her mother broke the reverie. 
	"I think it's time for our little girl to go to bed. Give your Daddy and 
Mummy a goodnight kiss and then hop into bed, baby. You won't need a nightie 
tonight. I want you to sleep just as you are. Understood?"
	"Yes, Mum," she replied feeling sheepish once again.
	"Good night dear," she said giving Judith a wet kiss similar to what her 
father had but for nowhere near as long. Then her father gave her another sloppy 
wet kiss and she found herself moaning aloud again. It was so strange and she had 
feelings she had never known before, deep down in her tummy.
	"Good night, Daddy. Good night, Mum," she said when all the kissing was 
finally over. 
	"We'll have another lesson soon, baby. There's lots more to go, you 
know," her mother said as she began to leave.
	"Yes, Mum." 
	Sleeping naked under cool sheets felt very strange at first but as she 
warmed up it made her begin to somehow, feel naughty and yet wonderful.

	Nothing was said the next morning when she came in for breakfast. It was 
almost as though what she experienced last night hadn't happened at all. Her 
father hurried off to work giving her a quick peck on the cheek on his way past 
and that was all. She was expecting her mother to ask her what she had thought of 
the experience but nothing at all.
	Should she raise the subject? But that would only show that she liked what 
had happened. Well, in a way she did but it didn't seem right to let them know 
that. It was all so personal and she was pleased that she wasn't made to share her 
thoughts about the night.  The morning just progressed as any other morning and 
she finished breakfast then left for school, giving her mum a peck on the cheek as 
she always did. 
	But it was different when she arrived home from school.

Chapter Eleven
	"Pixie," she heard her mother call and went to she what she wanted.
	"Yes, Mum?"
	"Make sure you finish all your homework before supper, baby. We'll have 
another lesson this evening."
	Judith blanched and couldn't say a thing for several moments. 
	"Another…? You mean like…?"
	"Of course I do, baby. Last night was just the beginning. Now listen 
carefully, this is what I want you to do and I don't want to have to tell you again, 
understand?" Before Judith had a chance to respond she went on. "As soon as 
you've finished your homework, take a shower and dry yourself off. Then wait in 
your room until I call you for supper. I want you to sit at the table completely 
undressed, just as you were last night. You are not to make any comment about 
the fact you are naked but go about eating with your daddy and I as if nothing was 
out of the ordinary. If your daddy wants to touch you, no matter where, you will 
not object or even try to stop him from doing so. Now don't say another word. Off 
and finish your school assignments."  With that, she turned and left the young girl 
on her own.
	Judith couldn't believe her ears. It seemed far worse that what had 
happened last night for she was going to parade in front of them as though it was 
her own idea. Did her father know what was going to happen? Probably, she told 
herself although Mum seemed to be the one that was running these lessons. Now 
she was expected to show her nudity even at the dinner table. It was just awful 
and a little squeak flowed from her throat as she managed to stifle a sob.
	It was most difficult trying to concentrate on her assignments after that but 
some were important and she forced herself to do it. Then with a sigh, she 
undressed and went to the bathroom.

	Judith thought her mother had forgotten all about her, the wait was so long 
but finally she head the now familiar, "Pixie, supper's on the table."
	She peered out into the hall and when she was sure her father on his way 
to the table wouldn't catch her in the raw, she gingerly made her way to the 
dining room. Her father had his back to the door but she caught her mother's eye 
as soon as she came into the room. Nothing was said and she silently walked to 
just behind her father then quickly slipped into her seat, right next to him. He 
didn't even look up, just kept on eating as if he wasn't aware of her presence at 
all.
	"Isn't it customary to kiss your father when he comes home. Pixie?" Her 
mother prompted.
	She couldn't reach him without standing up so she did. "Good evening, 
Daddy," she breathed softly then quickly sat down again.
	"Hello, baby. Have a good day at school?" 
	"Oh, I suppose so," she replied, blushing furiously.
	"You look lovely this evening, Judy. Smell nice too," he said with a smile.
	"Thank you, Daddy," she blushed. He hadn't given any sign or surprise 
about her nudity, which seemed strange. It was a normal evening meal except this 
time she was naked and they weren't showing any awareness of it. At least that's 
how it seemed.
	"The same rules exist for tonight as for last night, Pixie. Your next 
disobedience will earn you 20 strokes of the strap on your naked bottom. I don't 
want to even see you hesitate to do what you are told tonight, understand?"
	"Y… Yes, Mum," she conceded. "What are you going to do?"
	"You'll soon see, don't be so eager." Then to her husband, she said, 
	"What would you like to see our little girl do for you tonight, Daddy?"	
	"Well, she has to be taught how to display herself properly. Perhaps we 
could start with that. Then a few poses that any husband would desire and some 
lovemaking positions. I'm sure she doesn't know how a young lady should 
present herself to her husband when they make love."
	"Oh, that's very good. Yes we can start with those. I think the bedroom 
would be the best place for that. You go and shower then I'll follow."
When he left, Judith looked at her mother. "Is Daddy going to be naked 
too, Mum?"
	"Would you like him to be?"
	"Nooo," she wailed.
	"It will happen someday, baby. Can't teach you about sex without 
knowing what a man looks like under his clothes. Or you'll never learn how men 
and women make love."
	"I… You… You mean he's going to have sex with me?" She gasped, her 
face turning white almost instantly.
	"I said you have to see him naked so you can learn how men and women 
have sex. I didn't say he was going to have sex with you, did I?"
	"No but… Well, I thought…"
	"So you wouldn't let him do that to you, then?"
	"I… He… He's my father, Mum. Isn't that illegal? It's called incet, isn't 
it?"
	"It's called incest and yes it is illegal under the laws of the land. But only 
when someone reports it to the authorities."
	"Is that what happened to Kathy Simpson, Mum? Incest?"
	"I guess so. See what happens when someone else sticks their nose in 
family business."
	"But my teacher said we don't have to let out father do sex things with us. 
In SexEd. class, that's what she said."
	"She has to say that, baby. That's what the government tells schools to say 
but would you ever tell anyone if your daddy did things to you?"
	"Will he, Mum?"
	"Would you tell if he did?"
	"I… No. No I couldn't. They would take me away from you just like 
Kathy Simpson."
	"He won't be having sex with you tonight, Pixie, if that's what's troubling 
you."
	"Oh." The dread was instantly lifted.
	"But we still want you to do what you're told, remember that."
	"Yes, I promise I will, Mum."
	"Good. Well, it's my turn to shower. Do you need to take a pee?"
	"I think so." 
	"Then come and do it while I'm getting undressed. Then you can go and 
wait in your room. I'll come and get you when we're ready."

	"Come on, Pixie, Time for show and tell," her mother said from the door. 
	She had changed into a white silk nightdress that Judith was sure she could see 
through.
	"What do I have to tell, Mum?"
	"Silly girl, you're going to show more than tell tonight. You will be very 
embarrassed but it is necessary."
	"Embarrassed? Why?"
	"Just be patient, you'll soon see."
	That old feeling of dread returned almost as quickly as it left her last time. 
	"I feel sick, Mum, really I do."
	"It's called butterflies. Come on, Daddy's waiting."
	Indeed he was, leaning on his elbow, and smiling as she approached him. 
	"Lay down beside me, baby. Remember our kiss last night?" 
	"Yes."
	"I liked it so much I'm going to kiss you like that again. Then I want you 
to kiss me back the same way. O.K.?"
	"I suppose so," she replied dubiously, wondering how she could ever kiss 
like her daddy did.
	He snuggled her body closer to his and put an arm around her shoulder, 
holding her firmly against him then leaned down and placed his lips over hers. 
	Almost immediately Judith found herself breathing quickly as though she 
couldn't take any air into her lungs and she began panting. Was this the way girls 
in the movies felt when some handsome film star kissed them? She wondered, for 
she felt quite strange just as she did last night. Almost ready to faint, she felt an 
unusual wetness between her legs and wondered if her father could see it at all.
	He maintained the contact, his lips always moving over hers, his own 
breath coming faster now. Soon, she felt his tongue licking her lips then pushing 
inside. It felt ghastly, horrible yet the more she fought to get away the harder he 
held her tight and continued the probing. At first she thought she was going to be 
sick but slowly she got her mind under control and then realised it wasn't so bad 
after all. In fact it was arousing her more than she had ever known. More and 
more, her breath being forced in and out through her nose so fast that soon 
secretions were running down her face onto the bed.
	It mattered little for saliva was spread all over her face as well and as she 
became more aroused she realised it was because her father had released her 
shoulder and his hand was cupping her breasts and roaming all over her stomach 
and even down to her pussy mound. He was making her feel so wonderfully good. 
	That her mother saw all was of little consequence to Judith right at this point of 
time for she couldn't have cared less, just as long as he kept doing things like this 
to her.
	Finally, he stopped and she lay beside him as limp as a dishcloth trying to 
catch her breath, hating the fact that the feelings of arousal were slowly 
dissipating. She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her limp body and 
smiling into her eyes.
	"I think I could have made love to you then, young lady, and you wouldn't 
have objected in the least," he said with a laughing lilt.
	"Oh," was all she could respond.
	"At least you aroused your father just as much, Pixie," her mother said, 
looking down at her as well. You should see the tent in his pajamas right now. 
No, don't get up, just rest for a bit." She was told.
	What did she mean by a tent in his pajamas?  Was there such a breeze that 
was inflating…? No, of course it wasn't that. Then she recalled his hardness last 
night.
	"Oh," she gasped, and shut her eyes in shame.
	"Now it's your turn," her father said, casually.
	"You really want me to…? You want me to do it to you, Daddy? I'm not 
sure I can."
	"You've got to practice on someone and I'm available."
	"Yes, but it's… Well it's naughty," she stammered with embarrassment.
	"When it's naughty it feels the best, baby. Or you could start on your 
mother and do me when you've decided you are good at it."
	"Kiss Mum? Like That? She wouldn't let me," the youngster said, 
surprised at the suggestion.
	"I would and in time I will insist you do, but tonight it's Daddy's turn. 
Come on, get started."
	Judith didn't know what to say or do. The thought of kissing her mother, 
with her tongue pushed up inside her mouth was too much to even think about. 
And yet she had been given every indication that was what's still to come. 
Eventually, she forced herself to focus on carrying out her father's wishes.
	She lay against his chest, one arm over him, the other balancing herself as 
she half leaned over him and laid her lips against his. She was actually kissing her 
father as a lover would. 'Daughter kisses father while mother looks on', she 
imagined the headline would say when they got caught. 
	Despite the strange feeling deep inside, despite the humiliation she was 
feeling, despite the fact she had never before kissed anyone on the lips, she 
wanted to do it. As she closed her eyes to concentrate she felt his breathing 
become faster which gave her the courage to go further. She wasn't sure how to 
make her lips do the things his did but they seemed to take over on their own and 
she was kissing him with a passion. He tickled the tip of her tongue with his, 
almost as a signal to return the caress and so she did. Judith was sure that was the 
start of her arousal this time for things were happening between her legs that she 
couldn't understand. Bubbles seemed to be fizzing right inside her vagina then 
bursting against her closed pussy lips, tickling bubbles that sent her mind reeling 
as she kissed.
	She felt someone take the hand that was laying over his chest and began to 
stroke it over his chest and tummy, then push it beneath his pajama coat so she 
was stroking his bare skin. Just as he had done to her, that's what he said. In that 
split second she remembered where his hand had finally reached. Her pussy. 
Would she…? No, not that.
	It was nice doing things that obviously made her daddy feel nice because 
he was moaning, grunting almost, very softly and his breath was shooting through 
his nose very fast. Yes, she was sure she was arousing her daddy and that was 
naughty yet it felt so nice so grown up and satisfying. She was doing it right and 
she felt proud despite that little seed deep inside her brain telling her she didn't 
want to let him see her naked like this.
	The hand that guided hers under her Daddy's pajama coat pulled her hand 
lower and she would have broken the kiss and protested but her father anticipated 
the move and held her face hard against his. Meanwhile she felt her hand moved 
further down, over his pajama pants and along each thigh then directly over his 
crotch.
	For the first time in her life she felt the hardness of a man's penis, and her 
father's at that. Now she knew what the tent in his trousers was like last night for 
his thing was poking almost straight up under his soft pajamas. And the hand that 
was moving hers, took it right along the length of his thing, up until she reached 
the very top where it seemed to bulge out. 
	She tried to pull away but her mother whispered, "You must caress it, 
baby, just as he did to you. Hold it in your hand and stroke it up and down. 
Gently, dear."
	This was too much. She tried to pull away again but her mother was 
holding her hand firmly and clenching it around his thing. At the same time, her 
father held her face between both of his hands and took over the kissing so that 
she was quite trapped.
	A fierce message in her ear from her mother, said, "You will do what 
you're told, Pixie or the consequences will be very bad for you."
So she held his penis and slowly pumped her hand up and down his 
pajama-clad member, feeling absolutely degraded at having to do such a thing. 
	The first contact had thrilled but the forceful intentions of her mother changed her 
feelings and now she hated it.
	But her feelings mattered not for the adults required her to do things she 
didn't want to do, so do them she did. Her father broke from the kiss that had 
lasted many minutes but still held her face firmly in his hands while he gasped for 
breath, groaning like someone who was dying. It frightened her and she tried to 
ask him what the matter was but he didn't seem to hear. Meanwhile her mother 
prompted her to keep moving her hand along his thing for she had stopped when 
she heard the frightening tones coming from her father.
	"More," he called out and her mother took control of Judith's hand, 
tightening her hold and pumping much faster. Her father's body became tense 
then began to violently shudder until right into her face, he screamed, "Fuck," 
very loudly, almost violently.
	Her hand was being pumped furiously, her mother hissing from the 
exertion but Judith was never allowed to slow her movements. Then she felt a 
pulse beneath her hand and his pajamas where the end of his thing was pushing 
up, became very wet.
	"Hold it, baby. Don't let it go. Just squeeze the head gently. You've given 
your Daddy a climax. You've helped him to have sex." She was told in a whisper. 
	"I'm going to let your hand go but you must keep hold of his cock until I say you 
can let go. Don't make me angry. The wet is nothing, it's not pee."
	Well that was some relief because she really thought he had peed in his 
pajamas and she was being made to hold the wetness away from him. So what 
was it? She wondered.
	The shuddering finally eased and she felt his thing getting soft then limp 
but she still held on to it as best she could. He released her face and pressed it 
against his, cheek to cheek for a long while, then he finally stirred.
	"You can let him go now, Pixie," she was told. 
	The fabric was sticky as she lifted her hand away and she was shocked to 
see such a large patch of wetness covering almost the whole front of his pajamas. 
It definitely looked like pee, she thought.
	"See, you gave your Daddy a climax. It made him feel very nice, in fact 
the best feeling a man can have. See all his cum? He just shot a load of sperm and 
it was your hand that did it." Her mother told her with satisfaction. "You've done 
very well."
	"I… I don't understand," Judith finally said, her eyes still entranced at the 
wetness.
	"When a man makes love to a woman, when he has sex with her, he 
deposits a load of sperm inside her pussy. It makes him feel like a million dollars 
and sometimes makes her feel very nice too. Go to the bathroom and bring a 
warm washer and a towel. We have to clean him up."
	Still bemused by the turn of events she hurried to her task.
	"I won't have a baby, will I, Mum?"
	"Oh, you're a worry-wart. Of course you won't. Not unless you let some 
of his goo get into your pussy, at least." She began to peel the opening of his 
pajamas away from his loins and Judith saw the white globs of sperm her father 
had deposited. "You wipe while I get these wet things off him," she was told.
	She wiped, fascinated at the gradual exposure of her father's thing right 
before her eyes. And then it lay bare, soft and crinkled lying on the bed of hairs 
that grew so profusely between his legs. Around it were patches of white sperm, 
large globs and shiny wet patches where it had soaked into his hairs. 
	"Where did it come from?" She asked innocently.
	"His balls made it and when you made him aroused he shot it out of his 
cock. But it was a lot bigger then than it is now, as you well know. Poor dears, 
they all get so worn out they just roll over and go to sleep after a good fuck."
	"Mum," Judith shrieked.
	"What?"
	"What you said. You said… Well, you know."
	"Fuck? Sure, why not. It's a good descriptive word. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 
	Surely you've heard that word before."
	"Yes, but not from you."
	"Well you'll hear plenty of that when Daddy fucks me, baby. It's his pet 
word. Look, we had planned a lot more to teach you tonight but Daddy's asleep 
and I think it would be best if you went to bed. But we've got a surprise for you 
tomorrow night. Good night, baby, and thanks for being such a good little girl and 
doing all you were told." 
	"What is it, Mum? The surprise?"
	"It wouldn't be a surprise then."
	"He's not going to…? You know, do it to me?"
	"He won't fuck you ever, baby, not your pussy at least. Your virginity is 
just as precious to him as it is to you, so stop your worrying and go to bed."
Judith became decidedly happier at that news and rushed to her bed before 
anyone changed their minds.

Chapter Twelve
	"Come to the table just like last night, Pixie," her mother said as she got 
home from school. Judith really expected that news and simply agreed. She was 
going to be felt up and touched again, no doubt.

	When her mother came for her, she too was quite nude. Judith was 
surprised to see how trim her figure was for she couldn't recall ever seeing her 
completely nude before. It was something she hadn't thought about and seeing 
two firm breasts hardly move when she walked and the soft sheen of her body, 
made her appreciate her mother more than she could have imagined.
	"Tonight you're going to learn how to make a man feel very nice without 
him fucking you," she declared with a wicked smile. "It's one way you can keep 
your man happy while you've got your period."
	"Oh, I never thought about that," Judith admitted. 
	"Daddy will be nude too so you'll get to see everything, baby. Make him 
proud and tell him how sexy he looks. It will boost his ego no end."
	"Won't he mind, speaking like that, I mean?"
	"He'll think he's very macho at remarks like that. Wait until his cock is 
hard though. No man is very macho when it's all shriveled up."
	They walked into the room and her father was lying on his back slowly 
stroking a fairly good erection. He smiled at his young daughter. "Do you think 
it's time to feel this inside your virgin pussy, Judy?"
	"Wha…? Nooo," she shrieked, clutching her mother's hand. "Mum, I 
don't…?"
	"He's just kidding, Pixie. I promised you he wouldn't poke that thing in 
your pussy just yet and I meant it…"
	"You mean I don't get to taste a virgin hole?" He moaned, dropping his 
bottom lip in disappointment.
	"You know very well it's out of bounds so don't try that little game on me, 
buster. Tonight, big mama is going to make you happy and our little girl is going 
to watch. I hope she watches carefully for the next time we're all on this bed it 
will be her turn to pleasure both her Daddy and her Mummy."
	"Me? I have to do things to both of you? N… No, I don't want to," she 
pleaded with her eyes, more out of hope than desperation.
	"Come, Daddy, let me take over what you seem to like so much," Judy's 
mother said, brushing his hand away from his cock. She kissed the head lightly 
and Judith saw her tongue flick out to wipe away the little bead of fluid that had 
formed there. She took a tube of lubrication from the bedside table and rubbed 
some on her hand then closed it around the ever-hardening cock.
	"Relax, baby. Let mama make you happy.  Is it nice?"
	"Hmm," he sighed, closing his eyes.
	Judith looked on in fascination. She realised that rubbing his thing made 
him shoot inside his pajamas last night but seeing it all out in the open was much 
more exciting. Her mother was encouraging him to enjoy it all the time, cajoling 
and even saying dirty things.
	"Does it feel as nice as when you fuck my pussy, baby? Or when you rape 
my sweet bottom hole? Which is best, baby? Tell me."
	He didn't answer but Judith saw him arch his head backwards, clenching 
his teeth together and hiss as thought he was trying to stop something happening.
	"Wait. Stop. Now," he gasped soon afterwards and immediately her 
mother lifted her hand away.
	"Nearly got away, did it?"
	"Phew, that was close," he whispered as he tried to relax. But it didn't last 
for long for his wife kneeled between his legs, wiped the length of his cock with a 
tissue then leaned down and slid her lips over the hard pole. His moans 
commenced immediately as she moved up and down over his erection, Judith was 
amazed that the whole length seemed to vanish inside her mother's mouth with 
each down-thrust.
	Her mother glanced at her several times but with her mouth stuffed with 
cock she couldn't say anything. Judith thought she could detect a smile in her 
eyes though.
	He cried out for her to stop again but this time she maintained her 
movements, sucking the hardness in and out time and time again. Then with a 
mighty lurch that shocked the young girl, his body arched, his legs stiffened and 
he roared loudly, "Oh, Fuuuck," and he began to shudder almost out of control.
	Judith became frightened in those seconds but realised it hadn't worried 
her mother so began to relax. Slowly, her mother eased down on her movements 
and finally laid her face against his thigh, his cock still held in her mouth as she 
looked directly at her daughter.
	For several minutes, she laid still, looking at Judith all the time. Judith 
wasn't sure what to do and knelt beside them both, not moving, hoping her 
mother would signal something to her. Then she noticed the cock was growing 
smaller quite fast until it's limpness was apparent. It was the signal that obviously 
prompted her mother to release her hold of it and let it slide from her lips.
	Judith watched as her mother crawled to her side, took the youngster's 
face in her hands and rising up above her daughter, planted a kiss right on her 
lips. Judith felt her mother's tongue forcing it's way between her lips and she 
opened her mouth as she did when her father kissed her last night. But instead a 
tongue being thrust inside, she felt liquid flooding her mouth. Her mother held her 
face firmly in her hands and stopped Judith from pulling away until a few seconds 
later when Judith seemed to relax a little, she lifted her face away, smiled and 
said, "Congratulations, Pixie, you've just tasted your first mouthful of sperm. 
Now swallow." She held her daughter's mouth closed and pinched her nose. 
	Judith had no choice.
	When it was over, the look of shock made her mother laugh with glee.
	"Yuk, what have you done," Judith cried out. "You've made me have a 
baby," she cried incredulously. But it was too late for the seed had been 
swallowed and Judith was crying out in panic.
	"Baby. Baby," her mother finally took control, hugging her tightly. "You 
can't have a baby by swallowing sperm. It has to go into your pussy and then only 
at certain times of the month can you get pregnant. So, what did you think of the 
taste?"
	"I… I don't remember," Judith admitted. "It just slipped down my throat."
	"Never mind, Pixie, he's got plenty more. We'll give him a little rest then 
you can try for yourself."
	"Me? But you said it wouldn't be until tomorrow."
	"Well I've changed my mind. Now you watch daddy making me happy 
then I want you to suck him off just like I did."
	"No. Please, Mummy, don't make me do that. It's disgusting."
	"No it's not. Every woman sucks her man off, probably more times than 
she gets fucked. Anyway, you can relax for the moment and watch how Daddy 
pleases me. And how," she added with a wink.
	Judith saw her parents change places with Daddy kneeling between his 
wife's knees. He leaned along her body kissing then sucking each breast between 
his teeth, licking and tickling so that soon her mother was moaning softly with 
pleasure. Judith felt so happy to see her enjoying his touch that she thought she 
was going to start crying, and tears of joy welled up, almost blinding her until she 
blinked quickly several times. 
	Then his lips began to descend, past her belly button, over the heavy mat 
of hair until he was nuzzling her pussy itself. She could clearly see his tongue 
stroking along the line of her sex and the sight almost took her breath away. It 
was so exciting. Never in her life had she expected to see anything like this. Her 
mother was writhing from side to side, crying out little meows of obvious 
pleasure at what was being done to her but Judith couldn't imagine how licking 
such a filthy place could make her happy.
	"Ye… Yes, yes, that's good. More. Oh, Baby that's good," her mother 
moaned softly, her head rocking from side to side as he continued to lick her sex. 
	The scene was such that Judith felt strange urgings deep within herself, feelings 
she liked yet which shocked her, for she knew instinctively it was sexual feelings. 
	Even though she wasn't being touched herself, she knew that what was happening 
inside her own young body was the result of naughty thoughts she had while 
watching her parents do things she had never dreamed of before.
	She saw her mother arch her body just as her father did and her legs began 
to vibrate then she gasped loudly, crying out in loud moans how good she felt. 
	Judith saw the beads of perspiration breaking out all over her mother's body and  
moved to wipe her mother's brow with part of the sheet as the older woman 
slowly relaxed from her climax.
	The room was became quite silent, Daddy half lying over Mummy's 
breasts; Mummy still breathing deeply yet seeming to be in a state of calmness.
	"That's how Daddy makes me feel, Pixie," her mother suddenly spoke, 
her eyes still closed. "It's the most wonderful feeling and you must let Daddy 
please you whenever he wishes to. You understand?"
	The young girl felt her freedom being taken away. She couldn't object to 
whatever they wanted to do. Now she had to let her father lick her pussy 
whenever he wanted to. To object would mean another beating. To agree meant 
she had to endure filthy acts like this. Why would he want to lick something so 
smelly and nasty?
	"Daddy…?" She began, not knowing what she really wanted to say. "You 
wouldn't want to do that, would you?" She finally blurted self-consciously.
	"I intend to do just that right now, young lady. Now you just lay back and 
open your legs. You're about to feel just how wonderful being a woman can be."
	"Oh no, you mustn't," she begged but slid down onto the bed when she 
saw the fierceness in his eyes. "Oh, It's terrible. You shouldn't," she wailed.
	He didn't even stop to listen but pushed her legs wide apart so he could 
see all of her privates. He knelt there just looking, glancing up at her eyes from 
time to time, breathing deeply, strangely, Judith thought. She was quite convinced 
he was about to take her virginity despite the assurances her mother had given just 
recently.
	Judith saw his penis poking straight towards her, long and thick and so red 
that it frightened her. She tried to wriggle her bottom further up the bed, away 
from this fearful thing that men had between their legs but her efforts were in 
vain.
	"This is supposed to give you pleasant feelings, Judy. Don't panic, it 
won't hurt at all, quite the opposite in fact. Just relax, baby, and let Daddy show 
you what it means to be pleasured by a man."
	"No, Daddy, don't. Mummy promised you wouldn't."
	"Promised?" He asked, looking at his wife. "What did she promise?" 
	"That you wouldn't do it to me. You know…" She almost shrieked, 
unable to say the words she meant.
	"I promised our little Pixie you wouldn't deflower her, baby. She's just 
confused," her mother chimed, with a smile. "He's not going to do that, you funny 
girl," she said to her daughter, this time. "It's just his tongue, not that great big 
pole of his." 
	"Oh," she murmured. Even his tongue was bad enough.  And she 
whimpered, close to tears.
	Daddy leaned down and began to do the same things to her as he did to 
her mother. She was surprised how strange it felt to have her own father licking 
her nipples, first one then the other, but when he took one between his lips and 
squeezed as his tongue licked across the tip, she lost her breath and had to gasp 
feverishly almost in panic. Oh, it felt so strange, making her body deep inside feel 
like the fizzy soda pop feeling from last night.
	She tried to sit up but the effort was too great and her head lolled back 
onto the pillow. She cried out from the very pleasure he gave her. It was 
incredible. The same happened when he took the other nipple between his lips.
	Then her whole skin began to tingle as he slid his tongue down her 
tummy, leaving little cold trails of saliva. Before she knew it, he had reached her 
pussy, exactly as he had done to her mother and his tongue lapped up and down 
the slit, sending signals the youngster never knew existed. 
	"Oh, Daddy… Daddy, something's happening. It feels strange… Stop, 
please stop, I think I'm going to burst. Ohhhh…," she moaned, feeling her body 
begin to shiver even though she felt quite warm, hot even.
	He never listened, maintaining a constant rhythm up and down her vulva, 
irritating the sensitive membranes with his tongue, holding her hips to steady the 
gyrations her body was doing. His two thumbs pulled the lips of her vagina apart 
and his tongue had a clear pathway to her clitoris, her warm, wet swollen nub that 
he annoyed incessantly. 
	The shooting fireworks bursting throughout her body were driving her 
wild..  Never could she have dreamed feelings like this. It was one thing to stroke 
her pussy with her finger when she was drifting off to sleep but this was 
something entirely different.  Her mother was trying to calm her for she was 
whispering shushing sounds in her ear but it was of little help. Judith's body felt 
as though it had a mind of it's own over which she had no control whatsoever. 
	She knew she was shuddering against her father's face, pushing hard 
against him as he continued licking. The moment he clamped his lips around her 
little clit, she too found herself arching her whole body up as though it were a 
bridge over a little stream. She never realised she was screaming out loud for her 
brain had blocked out everything other than the incredible feelings that were 
shooting into every corner of her being.
	When the orgasm broke, Judith almost fainted. Her body was doing things 
she didn't understand and throughout the seconds that the climax gripped her, she 
panicked but was unable to stop any of the shuddering that was passing through 
her. She cried out for help yet her voice was actually screaming words of 
unbelievable pleasure. Eventually it passed and it was as though she had lost 
something very special although she wasn't quite sure what. All she could do was 
lay on the bed, not caring that her father could see everything between her legs as 
he knelt back on his heels for she had no energy even to keep her knees closed. 
	She slumped back and laid still. 
	Something awoke a memory and she smiled when she realised she had 
been doing almost the identical things she had just seen her mother do. They had 
their own individual orgasms yet it was as though the experience was shared.

Chapter Thirteen
	She never knew how she got back into her own bed but there she was 
when she woke the next morning. The memory of last night was clearly imbedded 
in her mind and she marveled at the pleasure she received from her Daddy. She 
knew was it wrong yet she wouldn't even try to stop him if he ever wanted to do it 
again. 
	Nothing was said as usual and they had returned to being a normal family 
at breakfast.
	"When's your period due, Pixie?" Her mother asked when her father had 
left for work.
	The youngster blushed, still uneasy talking about it with her mother for it 
had been with her just a few months.
	"Why, Mum?"
	"Because I need to know."
	It didn't help. "Uhm, I think it's on Friday."
	"Of this week?"
	"Yes, in two days."
	"I see. Then we'll make tonight your last lesson until it's over. It would be 
a bit messy if you began bleeding in the middle if having sex with your Daddy."
	"Having sex with…? Oh, Mum, you promised he wouldn't do that," she 
wailed.
	"He's not going to fuck you, Pixie. Everything else is permitted, O.K? It's 
all sex even if he doesn't dip his cock into your little honey pot. Understand?"
	"Oh, it's terrible," the young girl bemoaned. "You know it's wrong that 
Daddy does sex things to me. I'd get into trouble if anyone found out."
	"He'd get into a lot more than you would, young lady so just make sure no 
one ever does. Anyway, what about last night, I never heard you begging him to 
stop licking your little cunt now, did I?"
	"No, but…"
	"But you liked it. A lot."
	"Yes, but…"
	"We're getting a lot of buts this morning. Is your pussy sore from last 
night?"
	"N… No, it's not."
	"Let me see. I don't want you chaffing down there."
Judith blanched at the request. "I can't, Mum. Really I can't. It's alright, 
nothing's wrong."
	"We made a bargain that you would obey me, Pixie. Maybe I should keep 
you home from school and paddle that little bottom of yours all day to teach you a 
lesson. Now lift your skirt and drop the panties."
	Judith never hesitated but did exactly as she was told, the humiliation of 
doing so clearly seen on her face.
	"You don't like this, do you, Pixie?"
	"No, it's awful," the youngster agreed, holding back the tears she could 
easily have shed.
	"It won't always be like that, baby," her mother said with compassion. 
	"You will come to like it, believe me. Sex is a beautiful thing and should be 
shared with others." She sat on a chair close to her daughter but didn't bother to 
look at the nudity on display. Judith saw she was contemplating and watched as 
she went to the telephone and dialed a number.
	"Yes, good morning. This is Mrs. Reymond, Judith's mother. She won't 
be coming to school this morning. She's not at all well and I think it best for her 
to remain at home today. No, it's a tummy bug of some sort. She should be over it 
by tomorrow. Yes, I will. Goodbye."
	"Your teacher says for you to get well, Pixie. I'll try and help you do that."
	"You told her I'm sick but you know I'm not. Why did you do that, Mum? 
	I have to go to school today. Please let me. I don't want to get spanked all day."
	"You may well get spanked today but that's not the main reason you're 
staying home. After what you experienced last night, I think it's high time to 
teach you more about your sexual nature, young lady. Now, no objections, off and 
have a very hot bath, put on a clean nightdress and come into our bedroom. I want 
to see your skin all pink and lovely. Now go and do it."

	She entered her mother's room in trepidation. It became worse when she 
saw her mother under the covers in a nightgown herself. 
	"Come on, Pixie, in you hop."
	"Get in bed, with you, Mum?"
	"Yep, we're going to have some girl love and you won't get pregnant, I 
promise," she said with a big smile, folding the bedclothes back for her daughter 
to get in.
	"What are you going to do?" She asked timidly.
	"Haven't you ever played with some of your school friends? Naughty 
show and tell games? Hmm? I'm sure you've stroked some of your friends little 
titties, haven't you? Wondering what it was like?"
	"No, never," she retorted indignantly and when she saw her mother smirk 
in disbelief she added vehemently, "I've never done that, Mum." 
	"Then you'll have some nice surprises, Pixie. Women know how to please 
each other far more than men do. So today you're going to enjoy some incestuous 
lesbian love with your mama. Yes, baby, you're going to learn another side of 
having sex, how to make love to another woman."
	"No," the youngster cried. "You can't make me. It's not fair. It's filthy, 
that. They call them lezzos at school. Yuk." And she began to cry her eyes out, 
not daring to come any closer.
	"You know how it is, Pixie. I'm getting sick and tired of threatening you. 
Now you come into bed with me right now and I want to see a smile on your 
face."
	And so she slid under the covers and held herself rigid, afraid of what was 
to come.
	"It's not dirty, Pixie, really it's not. You know how your Daddy made you 
feel last night. You'd like to have him do that to you again, wouldn't you?"
	"Yes," she said in barely a whisper.
	"This will make you even happier. Now just relax. Come on, take a deep 
breath and smile for your mama. That looks so much better baby. Now come 
closer, let's cuddle for a while. Yes, like that. Ahhh, that's nice," she sighed 
softly. She held her daughter softly nuzzling her face against her neck, allowing 
her breath to warm the tender flesh.
	Very slowly, she began to stroke the young girl, first her arm then her side, 
down to her hip and back again, crossing lightly over her stomach where she was 
sure her daughter shivered at the touch. She gently cupped a breast, so small yet a 
definite mound, not yet daring to press the softness, just gliding by. Back and 
forth her hand travelled until on one pass, the hand stayed over the hillock for 
several moments. Longer the next and longer still until she felt the nipple rise like 
a hard raisin. No objection came and Mother cupped then gently squeezed to the 
accompaniment of a soft moan.
	"Is it nice, baby?"
	"Yes."
	"Want more?"
	"Yes."	
	"Roll onto your back and close your eyes."
	Everything she did now was carried out as slowly as possible, hesitating at 
every turn so the youngster wouldn't become frightened or refuse to go further. 
	She tickled both nipples until they were hard and stood up under the light nightie. 
Slowly her hand lifted the garment and pushed upwards, sliding over the soft 
warm skin, along thighs that were shivering with emotion, as though she were 
longing for everything that was being done to her.
	"Just enjoy it, baby," her mother whispered against her ear. "I love the feel 
of your body. It's so perfect."
	"Hmmm," was all the response she heard.
	The nightie was now well up her torso and her mother pulled it further 
until both nipples were exposed. She placed her lips over the hardness and flicked 
it with her tongue, making Judith writhe with pleasure.
	What her mother was doing was so different to the way her father did it. 
This was soft and tender and awoke feelings far more intensely than her Daddy 
had done. Her hands were softer yet found places that made Judith's heart shiver 
with delight and her tongue felt so different. What did her mother say? Women 
know how to please other women far better than men ever could. Was that true? 
She thought it must be for this was even better than last night and she never 
thought anything else would be as good.
	She moved to the girl's vulva and concentrated solely on her clitoris, 
pushing the hood back and pinching the hard little nub between her two thumbs. 
Then she clamped her mouth over that one small area and performed cunnilingus, 
as the girl had never experienced before. One, two then three orgasms were 
achieved one after the other until Judith cried out for peace. The experience was 
beyond her ability to cope with the pain of pleasure.
	"Mummy, no more. I can't stand it," she cried but her mother continued 
until one more orgasm churned through the youngster. She was covered in sweat 
and gasping for breath as her mother let her calm down over the next half an hour, 
stroking her breasts lightly from time to time, causing a myriad of after shocks 
that made the girl's body jerk each time they hit.
	"I love you, little Pixie, more than you could imagine. This has been an 
ordeal I know but if I hadn't been firm, how would you ever know about things 
like this? Well?"
	"I guess I wouldn't, Mum. It's just that it doesn't seem right."
	"So you don't want to do things with Daddy and me any more?"
	"No," she replied quickly. "Oh, I do. It's just that… Oh, I don't know. 
What should I do?"
	"You should do what your parents tell you to do, doesn't that make more 
sense. Is there anything that we've made you do that wasn't nice?" 
	"No, I don't think so. Maybe when you make me and I don't want to so 
you threaten to beat me. Would you really do that, Mum?" 
	"Of course. Haven't I already spanked you because you weren't obeying? I 
can tell you Daddy is just itching to humiliate you by making you strip off in front 
of him them lay over his knee while he spanks you until you cry out in pain. It 
makes men feel very powerful doing that and you'll probably have to suck him 
off afterwards. But it keeps him happy, you see. Keep a man happy sexually and 
he'll always be happy, just remember that, Pixie. They live for sex, to dominate 
their women and to make them do dreadful things just to please them. Learn to 
accept that and you can twist them all around your little finger. Now it's time you 
made me feel nice too."

Chapter Fourteen
	Judith learnt all those truths very quickly but her Daddy was always in 
control of her. She wondered when the time would come when she could dictate 
the terms, for he had her doing more and more humiliations as the weeks went by. 
Not even her menses gave her relief from his demands.
	The evening her next period came after the initial few lessons, she found 
herself showered and dressed in a clean school uniform, standing in front of her 
Daddy.
	"So, how's my little girl today?"
	"I'm alright, Daddy."
	"I think you've been a naughty little girl today. Am I right?"
	"No, Daddy, I haven't done anything naughty, I promise I haven't."
	"I know you have, Judy and telling lies makes it all the worse. I think you 
deserve a good spanking to teach you not to be naughty. And there's only one way 
to do that. Take your clothes off, Judy."
	She looked at her mother and saw the slightest nod. So Mum was right, 
she thought. This is really going to hurt but I'd better agree or he might take a belt 
to me.
	"Please, Daddy, don't make me do that. It's embarrassing," she pleaded 
hoping he would appreciate her reluctance.
	"One day, Miss Judy Reymond, you will make me so mad with your 
pitiful little objections that I will throw you down and take that precious hymen 
away from you. Don't underestimate me, young lady. What I say goes."
	Her fingers went to the top button of her blouse and she began undressing. 
Despite the fact that her father had already seen her quite naked and had even 
sucked her pussy and given her orgasms, being made to divest her clothes in front 
of him like this was the most humiliating thing she could ever recall doing. Even 
when she had already been forewarned, the feeling of degradation was strong in 
her mind. She was being made to do private things for his gratification and it felt 
simply awful. She refused to cry but the little sniffs she gave from time to time 
made his cock rise to attention from the sheer pleasure of knowing she hated what 
he made her do.
	As she was about to drop her blouse on the floor, her father said, "No, 
give it here," as he held his hand out. Then he opened his zipper, released his 
erection, laid the blouse carefully over it and began to slowly masturbate himself 
in front of her.
	Judith couldn't look her father in the eyes but what he was doing was 
directly in her line of site and she gasped at his actions. Then began to unzip her 
skirt.
	That replaced her blouse on his lap and he clasped it around his cock and 
gently stroked himself. Judith saw a wet spot appear on her skirt just as it did her 
blouse. 
	She reached behind her and unclipped the white cotton school bra, 
covering her breasts with her other arm as she handed the bra to her father. He 
slapped her other hand away and placed one bra cup over his cock and continued 
his pleasuring. 
	The next was the worst for no one had ever seen her wearing a sanitary 
pad. She looked towards her Daddy but knew she had no option and slid the 
panties down her legs, making sure the pad remained stuck between her legs.
	"I have my period, Daddy," she said self-consciously.
	"Oh, that's interesting. Just stand still a moment," he directed, removing 
the bra, which had a distinct round patch of wetness, right in the very point of the 
cup. He took her panties, pressed then to his face and drew a loud breath, closing 
his eyes as if in rapture, as he did so. "Well periods still leave you smelling very 
sweet, Judy," he told her with a smile. Then he clasped the white cotton panties 
around his shaft and stroked on., looking his daughter up and down as he did so.
	"When did you change it last, baby?"
	"What…? Oh, this?" She asked, looking down at the pad between her legs 
and blushing furiously. Why does she have to keep doing that, she asked herself. 
	"Uhm, after my shower just now."
	"Where's the old one?"
	"Uhm, I flushed it."
	"Pity, I'd prefer a well soaked one but never mind. Come on, off with it."
	"You mean…? But Daddy, It's my… My period. You know…? You 	
can't…"
	"I do and I can," he replied firmly.
	Not knowing what to do at first, she glanced at her mother who again, 
gave her assent with the smallest of nods. Giving in as usual the young girl prised 
the sticky bits away from her skin and held the pad, folded in two to cover the 
stains she saw.
	"Give it here, Judy. I want to see your bleeding."
	"Oh," she gasped almost silently and handed the used pad to him. 
	What he did next made Judith's mind spin in turmoil. He held the pad so 
they could all see the small blood-stain about the size of a silver dollar then lifted 
it to his nose and sniffed a deep breath of her odours. She could see from the look 
on his face that he held her pad in deep fascination looking at the spot closely and 
touching it with his finger. Then, with his eyes looking directly into hers, he 
opened his mouth and licked across the redness. 
	Even her mother gasped at that. Judith cried out almost in disgust for she 
couldn't dream of anyone doing such a thing. But worse was to come. Still 
watching her he pressed the stained area against his open mouth and she was sure 
he was licking it furiously.
	"Ugh," Judith couldn't stop herself from exclaiming, which made him 
smile across to her. When he released the thing from between his lips she 
wondered if a stain had been left because parts of his lip looked very red indeed.
Finally, down to his penis went the used pad, wrapped tightly around them 
clamped with a large fist as he began his masturbation once more.
His eyes closed as if in total bliss but soon after, as though he'd changed 
his mind he stopped and sat up.
	"Mother, bring me a towel and one of those large plastic rubbish bags."
	They watched as he laid the plastic bag over his chair and then the towel 
over that. He resumed his seat and held his hand out to Judith.
	"What you are going to do, young lady, is sit on your Daddy's cock until 
supper time. I want to feel your bleeding, baby, lots of it, I hope."
	Judith was visibly shocked, holding back from taking his hand. She just 
didn't understand why he wanted to do such things, such filthy unpleasant things 
for it was nothing like the sexual things she dreamed about when she was alone. 
But as usual she capitulated and started to sit in his lap.
	"Turn around and face me," he said holding his up-thrust penis down as 
she lifted one leg over his thighs. "Now we can both see when the little red river 
begins to flow. Play with yourself, Judy. Let Daddy watch you cum."
	She looked down and saw her pussy lips pressed against the base of his 
penis, which was flattened beneath her bottom. Any bleeding that did take place 
would run into a reservoir formed where their genitals pressed together. Now she 
had to touch her pussy, something she had never done in front of him. He had 
touched her there, her mother had but she had never been made to so far. But now 
she was about to.
	His hands were around the base of her bottom, holding her as if she were 
trying to get away, which was definitely her preference but she knew very well 
she had little hope of that. 
	"Couldn't you do it, Daddy?"
	"I want to see you give yourself a climax, not me."
	"But it's embarrassing."
	"So? Be embarrassed then."
	And she was, even worse when she saw him smiling straight into her eyes 
at her humiliation.
	She used just one finger, stroking her clit lightly so it wouldn't make her 
cum, ever. Or so she thought, but soon he brought one hand around to her breast 
and began to flick each nipple with his fingertips. He whispered terrible things to 
her while he did so and her face was blushing bright red. 
	"I can just see you laid out on a bed with some young buck drooling over 
your body. He wants to fuck you and you want him to. Can you imagine that, 
Judy? Having a fuck with a pretty young boy. Letting him get his hands under 
your blouse and squeezing these titties. Then he'd want to undress you until you 
were stark naked. Imagine it, Judy, laying there all starkers with a young cock 
dribbling onto your skin. Don't you just want to suck it in and get rid of his 
dribblings?"
	"No…," she objected hesitantly.
	"Yes you do. Tell the truth."
	"If I did I'd lose my virginity," she said with little conviction.
	"That's not the point," he said then quickly added, "just keep rubbing that 
clit young lady. I know what you're trying to do, or not do, I should say."
	She speeded up her movements because it began to feel nice, very nice 
indeed and despite her humiliation, she wanted to do exactly what he was making 
her to do.
	"Huh, it's getting close, isn't it?"
	"Yesss," she hissed between clenched teeth. Then she came, forgetting the 
fact that his hard cock was being washed with a film of her menstrual blood. It 
was just that her climax sent every other thought from her mind and she wanted 
the feeling to stay with her forever.
	"Arrhhh,' she moaned, falling against her father's chest as she delighted in 
her pleasures.
	"Not bad for an amateur," he congratulated her as she began to awaken 
from an almost hypnotic slumber.
	"Wha…?"
	"You come very well. We'll have a contest with your mother one day to 
see who the champion of the household is as far as orgasms are concerned. The 
winner can go on to challenge the whole street then the town. You never know, 
one day you might become the champion masturbator of the world."
	"You wouldn't, Daddy," she cried out before she realized he was teasing 
her. "You wouldn't make me do it in front of our neighbors, would you? I 
couldn't ever go to school again if you did."
	"You could if you sucked-off all the men in the street. Then they couldn't 
point a finger at you at all."
	"But their children would." Judith still hadn't realised he was joking.
	"I won't if you suck your old dad off, right now, honey," he told her 
seriously, sliding her bottom off his knees.
	"Oh, alright," she capitulated, still not remembering she was in the midst 
of her period. It was only after she knelt between his legs and took hold of his 
erection that she saw the stains she had left. Sucking her father off was becoming 
a commonplace event to Judith now but when she saw the blood she gasped and 
looked up at him in shock.
	"Daddy, I can't," she blanched, pleading with her eyes.
	"I want you to suck me off, baby. I need it right now all the way until you 
make me come inside your mouth."
	"But   your… Your thing's all covered in… in my blood from… You 
know."
	"So I need you to wash me. You wouldn't begrudge me that would you? 
After all you put it there, I didn't."
	"But it was you who made me sit on you," she pleaded.
	"Just make me happy, baby, then you won't get a hiding."
	It was a terrible task but not as bad as she expected once her lips were 
over the red-stained pole. There was little taste at all, just the knowledge of what 
she was cleaning off his cock but soon, as his groans of pleasure began to rise 
loudly, all she thought of was the spurts she was about to receive. And very soon, 
she did, licking the underside of his cock all the while he ejaculated. Lick then 
swallow, lick and swallow. She had learned that very quickly for it seemed as 
though he was discharging gallons of sperm inside her mouth and it all had to be 
swallowed. The first time she allowed the slimy substance to dribble down her 
chin, she was spanked soundly with dire warnings of what would happen if she 
ever let another drop escape.
	Once she had learned the art of fellatio, she was certain her father would 
make her pregnant and it took her mother and several trips to the local library to 
convince her she wouldn't conceive through oral sex. The other myth, about how 
much sperm was shot down her throat, was finally answered one time when she 
was instructed not to swallow but to retain all of his discharge in her mouth and 
subsequently transferred to a wine glass. Not the gallons she suspected, rather, 
little more than a teaspoon full.
	She was to perform that task, expelling the discharge into a glass, many 
times over several months and was to learn why on her twelfth birthday.
	She was treated to a special meal of all her favourite foods and despite 
sitting at the table quite nude while her parents were fully dressed, she relished 
the attention given to her. She blushed when her Daddy began to discuss her 
developing attributes but she knew he did it only to embarrass her and just smiled 
shyly while she ate and listened silently.  
	It was the desert that surprised her. When her mother placed the bowl in 
front of her she saw lots of little ice blocks all covered in lovely thick cream.
	"Something special for a special girl," her mother beamed. "Eat it all up. I 
don't want to see any left." 
	There wasn't much taste except for the cream, which had sugar sprinkled 
over it. But when she sucked one block clean and looked at it she gasped with 
shock. "It's… It's…," she stammered, looking up at both parents.
	"What?" Her father asked with a knowing smile.
	"The ice blocks… They're… It's made of your sp…"
	"My precious discharge, baby, especially for you on this special day."
	"But…"
	"Does it taste nice?" Her mother asked.
	"I… I'm… I'm not sure. It's just cold, I think."
	"Not much different to swallowing it fresh then, eh?" Her father asked.
	"At least it's sweet."
	At the end of the meal, Judith was made to put on a show for her parents, 
masturbating twice to orgasm then providing orgasms for each of her parents with 
her tongue. That night she slept in their bed the whole night and was woken 
several times to provide favors to one or the other of her parents.

Chapter Fifteen
	Life at home continued that way for three more years but changed 
dramatically one day when her mother called at the school and took her home. 
	"What is it, Mummy?" She asked, thinking she was in for a beating for 
something she had done wrong.
	"It's your Daddy, baby. He's in hospital, very ill."
	"What's the matter with him?"
	"He had a heart attack at work and he's very sick."
	"Will he die?"
	"The doctors don't know.  We'll go to the hospital now to be near him. 
Maybe they'll know more then."
	But Judith never saw her father alive again for he had died before they 
arrived.
	After several weeks, life returned to normal once more but her mother 
never made sexual demands of her again.  Their relationship was one of 
friendship and sharing together and Judith soon forgot the things she had been 
made to do with them both before her Daddy passed away. She wondered why her 
mother never wanted her to touch her sexually now but she decided it was 
something best not asked. 
	Judith had grown up into a beautiful young woman at eighteen, had left 
high school and began a teaching course at college and was slowly beginning to 
accept boys as part of her social life. The memories of her sexual encounters with 
her parents were still there but when any of her dates tried to move on her 
sexually she shunned the attempt and if they continued, she broke the relationship 
immediately. Her reputation among the boys she knew grew to be that of a 
Puritan and the most eligible and sought after boys rarely made a play for her. It 
didn't concern her at all that she dated rather less than most of her friends, even 
though she was one of the more attractive girls in her class. 
	She wondered why she didn't just give in to the boys who tried, at times, 
realising she knew all there was to know about pleasing them sexually, but it was 
as if she had had her fill of all that with her father and that part of her life was 
over. There were only rare occasions when something would trigger the urge for 
sexual fulfillment and she overcame the need at night in bed. She was amazed 
how she could achieve orgasm almost in silence and then immediately fall asleep, 
just like her father did after his orgasms. Like father, like daughter, she guessed. 
Once fulfilled, it would be several weeks before she needed to masturbate again.

	Her world was a happy one, a few good friends, all girls of her class, and a 
good friend at home in her mother. But all that dissolved just as quickly as her life 
did when her Daddy died, in one evening. The evening her mother brought home 
a man for the first time since her Daddy had died almost four years previously.
	"This is Ralph, Pixie," her mother informed her. It was the first time she 
had been called that in four years and the name shocked her.
	"Pixie? Now that's a good descriptive name," the boyfriend said, looking 
Judith up and down, his eyes eating into her and finally stopping to stare at her 
breasts. "You never told me she was as sexy as this, Valma."
	"Oh, she's a sexy one alright," her mother said smugly. 
	"Mum," Judith cried out in objection.
	"Oh, shut up, Pixie. Ralph is just teasing, aren't you, baby?"
	Ralph wasn't teasing at all. In fact he was drooling, almost slobbering as 
he continued to stare at the young beauty in front of him. Judith saw the tent in 
his trousers and knew she had to get away from his presence.
	"I've got assignments to do," she stammered and began to leave.
	"Say goodnight to Ralph, Pixie. Don't be rude to our guest now."
	"She can be as rude as she likes," Ralph declared suggestively, sending 
her mother into shrieks of laughter.
	"Goodbye," said Judith as she rushed out of the room, the sound of her 
mother's raucous voice still ringing in her ears.

	Judith hoped this would be a quick encounter then her mother would wake 
up to her senses and dump the leering creep for all time. But it wasn't to be.
	"Give your Momma a kiss, Pixie," she said one evening after Ralph had 
brought her home. "I'm going to marry Ralph."
	"Wha…? Marry? You can't, Mum. Not him."
	"Why not? He makes me feel young again and he fucks better than even 
your father."
	"Mum, that's disgusting. You haven't let him, have you?"
	"You better believe it. He's all hands and cock. Fucked me in the movies 
the other night. Made me sit on his knee and he spiked me. I had goo running 
down my legs all night."
	"Oh, my God, he's the most disgusting man I've ever met. Can't you see 
that? He literally undresses me with his eyes every time he sees me. You can't 
marry him, Mum. It's not fair."
	"Now you listen to me, young lady. He's my fiancé and I'm not going to 
lose him just because you don't like him. He's a good man deep down. So what if 
he undresses you with his eyes? All men fantasize about young girls you know 
that. How many boys looked at your tits today at school, eh? A dozen or more, I'll 
bet. Now don't you think you can stop us from getting married because you can't. 
Anyway, you'll be getting a new Daddy, you should be happy, not badmouthing 
him like this."
	"I think he's a sleaze-bag, that's what I think," Judith said hurrying out of 
the room.
	Judith was sure the conversation with her mother had been passed on to 
Ralph, for after that encounter, Ralph seemed to be on his best behavior. Gone 
were the suggestive comments and his eyes rarely roamed her body as they had 
earlier.  Over the next few weeks Judith began to relax and the doubts she had 
were dimming. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she imagined, she kept telling 
herself.  

	Several weeks of courtship passed then Ralph and her mother were 
married at the Registry Office, Judith being the only guest. They left immediately 
on their honeymoon, leaving Judith to run the household. That was one of the best 
times she could remember, alone in the house, doing whatever she felt like, when 
she felt like it. 
	Once, she spent the whole afternoon walking around the house in the 
nude, making herself feel very sexy until she couldn't help but bring herself to an 
orgasm and bellowed aloud from the pleasures she gave herself. Then after a long 
hot bath, she dressed in her flimsiest nightdress and went to bed much earlier than 
usual. It felt so good laying in the warmth of her bed that she masturbated slowly 
and luxuriously, sighing to the thrills of her second climax in the one day. How 
long had it been since she had done that? Not since before Daddy died, she told 
herself and drifted off to sleep.
	She never heard them arrive home but awoke abruptly when her door was 
flung open and her mother and Ralph barged in and threw a parcel on her bed. 
	"Wake up, Pixie, we're home."
	"Wha…? Oh," she gasped as she slowly sat up, clutching the covers 
against her chest. 
	"We bought you something, a little present," Ralph stated, pointing at the 
parcel.
	"Open it, Pixie."
	There was something about the way they were acting that should have 
made Judith suspicious but in her dulled state she never picked the vibes they 
were sending. She pulled the ribbons off and opened the box, gasping when she 
saw the so-called present.
	"You like it, Pixie?" Ralph asked with a direct smile. 
	She looked up into his face, aghast at what she had been given. On top of 
the box was a personal vibrator, at least eight inches long, pink and lurid and 
underneath was a bright red open lace body suit and it was almost completely see-
through. 
	"You… I… It's terrible," she screamed and threw it down to the foot of 
the bed in disgust.
	"Pixie," her mother screamed. "Ralph chose those presents for you 
himself and I won't have you acting like this. Now you apologize. Right now."
	"But Mum, they're terrible. I can't wear that. And that other thing… I 
can't believe you let him…"
	"You apologize immediately, my girl or it will be all the worse for you. 
I'll have him tan your hide, I will."
	Judith saw Ralph beam with anticipation and found herself wanting to be 
sick all over her bed. 
	"Mum, you can't make me. I'm an adult now. I won't."
	"I don't care how old you are young lady. You're my daughter and you've 
been rude beyond belief to your new father and you're going to tell him you're 
sorry. I won't warn you again."
	What could she do? Storm out and leave home? Where would she live? 
	She had little money and certainly no one who was in a position to give her 
shelter.
	With tears welling up inside, she mumbled, "I'm sorry, Ralph."
	"Daddy. He's your Daddy and I want you to respect him by calling him 
Daddy from now on. Say it. Pixie," her mother demanded threateningly.
	"I can't… Oh, it's terrible. I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered, her hands 
pressed to her face in humiliation.
	"That's better. Now just to show your Daddy you mean it I want you to 
put your present on and show him how lovely you look in it."
	"Wha…? No, not that. I can't. He'll see…"
	"He's your father now, Pixie, so it doesn't matter what he sees. Do it."
	She saw Ralph staring at her with the strangest of leers. She knew he was 
definitely aroused by the look on his face and suspected the two of them had 
worked out this little scenario while they were away.
	"No… It's…," she whimpered then gave in. "Oh, alright, but not while 
you watch me. Go out and leave me alone," she said in a pleading voice.
	"Well just make sure you don't take all night, young lady. We'll be in the 
living room."
	Judith hated her mother right then. She had been let down and abused in 
front of a man she absolutely despised. Stepfather he may be but they had no right 
to make her display herself so lewdly for his benefit. She was humiliated beyond 
anything she had faced up to this time, far worse than the times she was made to 
do things with her natural father for those had actually become pleasurable as 
time went by. But having to show her nakedness so openly to this man was more 
than any young woman should have to endure. Yet she was being made to do just 
that.
	She lifted the body suit up to the light and it was as though nothing was 
there at all. It felt even worse when she slipped it up her legs and saw her pubic 
hairs poking through the transparent fabric. Everything was on display, openly, 
for him to see. 
	She slipped her hand inside the waistband to smooth the hairs down, 
desperately trying to hide her pussy lips from sight and hoped it was enough. But 
when she stood in front of the mirror she knew he would see her sex slit without 
any difficulty. And her breasts were just the same with her nipples showing 
clearly, almost obscenely poking through the lace. She either had to refuse right 
now and accept a beating at his hands, which was quite unthinkable, or walk out 
and display her nakedness.
	What kind of choice was that?
	Eventually she found the courage to show herself but wrapped a dressing 
gown around the lurid garment, holding it closed in both hands.
	"Come on," her mother called as she hesitated in the doorway.
	Judith never forgot the feeling of revulsion as she stood in front of those 
two that night. She was silently weeping and they saw the tears running down her 
cheeks, a forlorn look on her downcast face but there was no let up.  
	"Take that damned thing off and let your Daddy see how pretty you look 
in the present he chose for you, Pixie."
	"Oh," she whimpered, more to herself than for their benefit, and discarded 
the only covering she had.
	"Oh, shit," Ralph whistled to himself. Then he just stared, finally unable 
to stop himself from rubbing his hand over his crotch.
	Judith was openly weeping now, one hand trying to brush the tears away 
from her downcast face, the other trying but failing to cover her modesty.
	"I had no idea," he whispered. "Shit Valma, you never told me she was 
this luscious. Look at those tits. I thought you said they were nothing special. 
	They're bloody mouthwatering."
	"Easy, baby. Don't cream in your pants. I want all that. Just look and 
imagine it's her when you make me happy. O.K?"
	"Mum," Judith gasped in shock at her mother's crudity.
	"Hush up, Pixie. They need to have fantasies sometimes. It's natural."
	"Where's the other thing I gave you, Pixie?" Ralph asked leeringly.
	"What?"	
	"You know what."
	"It's… It's still in the box," she said blushing furiously.
	"Do you know what it is?"
	She remained silent, shifting from one foot to the other in obvious 
embarrassment.
	"Well?"
	Yes," she replied in a whisper.
	What is it?"
	A… A vibrator."
	And what's it used for?"	
	For… It's personal."
	What's that mean?"
	he knew he was playing with her, forcing her into humiliation after 
humiliation but she had no idea what to do to stop him.
	It's instead of a man…"
	Perhaps we should have her show us, Valma. I have no idea what she 
means."
	No… I can't tell you," she cried out in despair."
	Then go and get it, Pixie," her mother said.
	No, I'll tell… It's for a girl to use for sex instead of having a man."
	You know so much, I guess you already have one then."
	No, I don't."
	Use your finger, do you?" He asked with a smirk to which she refused to 	
answer.
	Have so many young studs you don't need a vibrator then?"
	No, I've never…"
	Never what?"	
	Nothing."
	Tell me, young lady. Don't you start to get stroppy with me. I won't stand 
for it. What have you never done."
	I…," she stammered, blushing so furiously her head began to ache. "I've 
never done it with any boy."
	What?" He asked with a disbelieving laugh. "You're not going to tell me 
you've never been fucked before? I don't believe it."
	I haven't," she half screamed back at him, hating him for making her 
divulge such intimate secrets.
	You're how old? Eighteen? And you mean to tell me you're still a 
virgin?"
	he was sobbing heavily at his questioning, hating, hating, hating him 
with every fibre in her being refusing to reply directly. Instead she simply nodded 
her head.
	Holy shit, eighteen and untouched. So you just tease them, give them a 
feel and then cry rape. Is that what you do? Eh, my sweet little innocent Pixie?"
	No," she objected strongly. 
	Ha, ha. You can't fool me. No one could last this long without losing her 
cherry. You're lying."
	She was a virgin up to the time her father died," her mother piped up, not 
in her defense but to humiliate her even more.
	Maybe one day I'll check for myself. Heaven help you if you've lied to 
me, my girl. But not tonight, I'm tired," he said. Then looking across at his wife 
he added, "Right, now here's what you're going to do tomorrow. Your mother's 
taking you shopping and you'll try on everything she wants you to without making 
a big song and dance about it. And second, I want all the hair from your neck 
down removed. If I find even one hair below your neckline tomorrow night 
there'll be hell to pay. I'll shave every hair on your head off as well as everyone I 
find on your body, do you hear?"
	You… You can't, it isn't right. Mum tell him he can't."
	He's your father now. Pixie. You've just got to accept that. You did 
everything your father told you and I expect the same for your new father. Now 
kiss him goodnight and go back to bed."
	Nooo," she moaned.
	Yes," her mother demanded.
	ith the fear of dread on her heart she leaned down and kissed him on the 
cheek. 
	You'll have to learn to do better than that, honey pie," he said giving her 	
a little slap on the bottom. " Now wear these things to bed tonight, nothing else, 
Understand?"
	he nodded almost imperceptibly and ran from the room, his laughter 
ringing in her ears.
	udith flung herself onto the top of her bed and cried herself to sleep, 
dreading what life had in store for her. She slept fitfully waking early and hating 
what might become of her. She could never have anticipated the horrors that were 
to become part of her daily life over the next few months.

Chapter Sixteen
	Come on, sleepy head. We've got a lot to do today if we're going to keep 
your Daddy happy," her mother said as she barged into Judith's room. "Get out of 
that slutty thing and put a dress on. Nothing else just some sneakers."
	"Noth…? What about my underclothes?"
	"You won't need any. Not today. Now move it and make sure you don't 
tear that thing. God, seeing you wearing it last night made him so sexy he fucked 
me unconscious almost, it was so good. I want him to see you in it often from 
now on. Give him a peek at your treasures and get him randy for me."
	"I don't want to listen," Judith screamed, cupping her hands over her ears.
	"Don't be such a spoil-sport, Pixie. There's nothing wrong with fucking. 
It's fantastic. Remember what it was like when you laid beside me when your 
first Daddy fucked me. I think you wanted him to do it to you to, didn't you?"
	"Nooo," she groaned in utter frustration.
	"Yes you did, I know you did. Admit it, you wanted your own Daddy to 
fuck you and come inside your pussy. Admit it."
	"Well Ralph isn't my Daddy," she retorted with a sulky voice.
	"Admit you wanted to get fucked by your Daddy."
	"I don't remember," she sulked.
	You know you did and so do I so let's stop the fooling around. Now get 
up, shower and get dressed like I told you. I want you in the car in fifteen 
minutes." With that her mother swept out of the room.
	udith groaned and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

	Where are we going?" Judith asked as they rode towards town.
	Your Daddy wants you to wear nice things that please him so that's 
where we're going. And we'll complete the second task at the same time."
	What second task?"
	Think about it," her mother said with a wry smile.
	udith looked at her mother for several seconds. "I don't understand. What 
do you mean, Mum?"
	I don't think your new Daddy likes pubic hair."
	But he was joking, wasn't he?"
	I don't think he does much of that, Pixie." 
	You mean…? Mum, how can I get rid of that?" She asked with a 
doubtful look. "Anyway, what's it to him. It's not as if he'll ever get to see it."
	Let's just wait and see, eh, Pixie?"
	But to get rid of it all means I'll have to shave myself? I don't want to do 
it, Mum. It's stupid."
	He wants you without hair so that's what he'll get."
	No, I won't let you. No, no, no," she said her voice rising to the point 
where she was losing control of herself.
	er mother pulled the car over to the side of the road and sat around to 
look at her daughter. "Now listen to me, Pixie. This thing you've got about Ralph 
has got to stop. I married him and that makes him your new Daddy and I expect 
you to respect him as you did your own Daddy. I won't have you making trouble 
with my marriage, because that's what you're doing, young lady, understand that. 
And Ralph's getting pretty sick of your foolishness. Whatever he wants of us, he 
will get and I mean it, Pixie. Don't you dare rock the boat any more. You'll obey 
him just as you did your own Daddy. I want to hear you agree to that right now or 
the consequences will be far worse that you could ever imagine. Now tell me you 
will become more cooperative in future. Yes?"
	"But I'm eighteen years old, Mum. I'm grown up, not a little girl and he 
has no right to make me stand in front of him naked. It was humiliating and I 
hated it."
	"You might think you're grown up but you're still my daughter and his 
stepdaughter so while you live under our roof, you'll be expected to obey his and 
my wishes. He claims the right to look at his daughter and I demand that you obey 
him in any way he wants. We're a family, Pixie and that means you too are 
subject to family rules."
	She stared grimly at her daughter, daring the girl to fight back any further. 
When no further fight from Judith seemed about to happen, her mother fired what 
was to be the final crushing blow. "Of course if you don't wish to bow to the 
family rules, you are always free to move out and make your own way in life. But 
don't ever expect any sympathy from either of us when you find that life in the 
big city is nothing like you imagine it will be. Well, what's it to be? I want your 
answer right now. Do I turn the car around and take you home so you can pack 
your bags or do we go on and complete his wishes?"
	Judith slumped down into the seat, her face white with shock at the 
ultimatum. She knew she could never survive on her own and simply bowed her 
head then nodded.
	"And we won't ever have a change of heart?"
	"No," the young woman whispered.
	"Good then be quiet until we get where we're going."
	Judith remained quiet for a long while after that, her chin slumped against 
her chest, silent tears falling down her face. Without looking up she asked, 
	"Mum, is he going to have sex with me?"
	"I can't say. It's not of my choosing but you know I wouldn't stop him, 
don't you?"
	"Yes."
	And so her fate was sealed.
	She looked out the window not seeing anything, her mind a blur, a 
numbness filtering throughout her body. Nothing mattered anymore. She had no 
fight left.
	Judith didn't recognize the building they had stopped in front. There was 
no signs or even a name or street number, just black glass windows and door.
	"We're here, let's get going."
	"What is it?"
	"You'll soon see."
	Immediately inside they were met by a middle aged woman who said, 
	"Please follow me." No introductions were made and the whole place was silent. 
Not even their footsteps were heard due to the thick carpet beneath them.
They entered another room, devoid of any furniture and the woman said, 
	"Undress here. Mistress will be along in a moment." Without any further 
explanation she left them alone.
	Judith looked at her mother who simply said, "Well what are you waiting 
for?"
	"You mean I have to take my dress off?" She asked feeling stupid.
	"And I guess your shoes too."
	"But she said someone else is coming in."
	"Well what did you expect? That we'd just stand here all day then go 
home. Do what you're told and hurry up."
	Judith removed the only covering she wore and bent to remove her shoes. 
She felt quite ridiculous standing utterly naked in the empty room and covered 
her breasts and pussy as best she could with her arms and hands. She didn't hear 
the woman enter.
	"Has she been striped before?"
	"Wha…?" Judith gasped, twisting around to see who had spoken.
	"No, we haven't taken a whip to her yet."
	"Rather older than most we get in here but never mind, she will be 
taught," the woman said, walking around Judith to see her from every aspect. 
	"Don't dare cover yourself from me again, young lady."
	The woman was dressed most provocatively but her manner left no doubt 
in Judith's mind that to disobey would mean some form of punishment.
	"Lay on the floor on your stomach, arms spread above your head and legs 
as wide apart as you can."
	"Why do you want…?" Judith began but was stopped in mid sentence by a 
sharp crack and burning sensation over her bottom. She had not seen the riding 
crop the woman held. 
	"You are here because your father wants you dressed in the fashion he 
desires and that means absolute obedience to me while I carry out those wishes. I 
do not want to hear another sound from you for the rest of the day. Now do as I 
told you."
	The girl obeyed as if she were eight instead of eighteen, stretching herself 
along the carpet as far as she could, not wanting another taste of the crop. It had 
hurt dreadfully.
	"It looks like a full wax," the woman said. "It will be uncomfortable but 
there is so much fluff we'll have to do every inch of her body. Even here," Judith 
heard her say then felt the crop slide between her legs and tickle her pussy which 
must have been exposed to the woman's eyes. "Did she shower this morning?"
	"Of course," her mother stated.
	"Good. Come with me." 
	Both women had left the room by the time Judith rose and she scampered 
after them. "Keep up or I'll stripe you again," was all she got for her efforts.
	The second room they entered was just as bare as the first with the 
exception of a narrow table in the centre of the room and a smaller table nearby, 
which was covered by a cloth. 
	"Get on the table on your stomach first and spread your legs wide apart. 
This will hurt but not badly and I don't expect to hear a sound from you until I say 
so, Understood?"
	"Y…" Judith was going to answer but the crop landed again over her 
bottom and she actually squealed from the shock.
	"I told you not to make a sound. Remember that."
	"You can sit in the waiting room if you wish, Madam. Unfortunately there 
are no chairs to sit in here." Judith sensed her mother leaving and dreaded being 
alone with this woman.
	"Have you ever waxed your legs before?"
	Judith shook her head.
	"I'll be spreading hot wax over various parts of your body and then place a 
strip of cloth over that. Within a few seconds the wax hardens and I quickly tear 
the strip off leaving your skin as smooth as a babies bottom. You'll love the feel 
of your body when it's totally free of hair. It will feel as smooth as silk," she said 
and then added, "Of course it looks like that already." Then Judith felt a hand 
stroking her bottom. The woman was touching her bottom, her naked bottom and 
she just had to let it happen.
	"Do you have a boyfriend?" The woman asked as she began preparing the 
wax.
	Judith shook her head.
	"How old are you, seventeen?"
	She shook her head.
	"Sixteen then?"
	Another shake.
	"Eighteen?"
	A nod. 
	"A beautiful eighteen year old and no boyfriend. I wonder why? Maybe 
you like girls instead? Is that what it is, you prefer the love of girls?"
	Judith knew about lesbianism but never imagined herself ever wanting 
that. She shook her head frantically.
	"You shouldn't be so shocked. Girls know far better how to please another 
girl than any man does. Would you like me to show you? I'll be touching all your 
secret places anyway."
	Judith felt absolutely trapped, laying before a demanding, threatening 
woman unable to speak even one word without being punished and now wanting 
to say no but frightened that if she did the woman would hurt her all the more.
	"Maybe you can think about it while I do your back then when I turn you 
over all you have to do is open your legs wide apart and I'll know what you want 
me to do. If you don't want to experience how wonderful another woman's hands 
cab be, simply keep your legs closed until I tell you. Understood?"
	Judith nodded and blushed furiously.
	Then she felt the heat of the first application on the back of one of her legs 
and flinched but breathed a sigh of relief when she realised it wasn't that hot at 
all. She began to relax as she felt the woman smoothing the wax along the other 
leg and decided in fact that she was going to enjoy just laying there while 
someone worked on her limbs. It was so soothing she was nearly asleep when the 
shock of the first strip being ripped from her leg woke her with a ferocity she had 
never expected. The woman had pulled the whole strip off in one sudden 
movement and Judith couldn't stop herself from crying out loudly from the 
unexpected prickling feeling.
	No sooner had she cried out that another fierce stripe was laid across her 
behind and she had to bite her lip to stop making any further noise. From then on, 
strips were applied and removed in quick time, working along each leg, over her 
tender bottom cheeks and all the way up her back until she was sure patches of 
skin had been removed as well as any hairs. 
	"Ha, ha, I love to see the reaction of first timers when the wax is removed. 
Quite a shock to the system, isn't it?"
	Judith simply nodded. But she found the hurt soon disappeared to leave a 
tingling sensation all over the area that had been treated.
	"Remember what I told you before? I want you to roll over onto your back 
now."
	How could she let this woman touch her sexually? It felt too humiliating 
to contemplate and while she was tempted, just to find out what sex with another 
woman would feel like, at the last moment she chickened out and kept her legs 
closed. Tightly.
	"Hmm, not quite game yet, are we? Well I'll give you another chance then 
the offer is closed for this visit. When I've finished I'll tell you to sit up. If you 
decide you'd like to experience girl sex, just continue to lay still with your legs 
wide apart. Now to work; I'll do your torso and arms then the legs and finally the 
bulls eye," she said with a little giggle.
	Removal of the strips from across her nipples hurt badly but Judith kept 
her silence. Under her arms was tender too but it was soon over, leaving her 
whole body tingling where each of a thousand hairs had been extracted.
	"Now my little scaredy-cat, time for pussy's hairdo."
	The woman pushed Judith's legs apart and stood between them, looking 
down on the teenager, more precisely, down on her wide spread pussy lips. "My, 
my, how delectable," the woman whispered almost to herself. She reached over 
and produced an electric hair clipper.
	"So who's the big villain, your boyfriend? No, you don't have one of 
those. Let's see, was that your mother who came with you. Is it she who wants to 
see you hairless?"
	Judith shook her head, blushing all over again.
	"Hmm, surely it's not your Daddy. Is he doing naughty things to his little 
girl?"
	Again she shook her head desperately wanting to tell her that her father 
had died years ago. 
	"I don't suppose your Mummy's involved in some religious sect and the 
priest wants you all naked down here? No? I guess I'm running out of options. 
Maybe it's your brother? No? Your sister?" No I couldn't imagine that. No school 
teacher blackmailing you or something?"
	Judith kept shaking her head, becoming more frustrated at not being able 
to speak with each question.
	"Ah ha, I know your Mummy's new boy friend, that's it, right?"
	She was almost right and Judith didn't know how to tell her so she simply 
shrugged her shoulders and waved her hand trying to tell the woman she was 
close to the truth.
	"Not a boyfriend but… Hmm, has your mother got a girlfriend then?"
	"No, it's my new stepfather," Judith blurted out unable to contain herself 
any longer. She was rewarded by a vicious cut of the whip across the centre of 
both breasts and when she screamed out from the pain another fell right alongside 
the last one. She jerked upwards and massaged the burning nipples as tears fell 
from her eyes.
	"You were warned, weren't you? So, it's the stepfather. I suspect you've 
made him a little bit randy then. Am I right?"
	Judith didn't know how she could know these things and wondered if her 
mother had given their secret away.
	"Giving you a little bit of slap and tickle, is he? Feeling you up? What a 
naughty man but I hope you are not refusing him. It's a father's privilege, you 
know."
	Judith couldn't believe any woman would think of agreeing to such things.
	"It's my job to make you as presentable as possible so when I hear a client 
telling me she objects to allowing their man the pleasures they deserve, I become 
very angry. If you return here again and I hear you have been reluctant with your 
sexual favors, I will beat you until you bleed and plead for mercy. Do you 
understand what I have said, young woman?"
	Judith was trembling with fear as she nodded her head vigorously.
	"Actually you will do me a favor by disobeying for I so much love to 
make young girls whimper as I lay on the cane. It gives me an orgasm just 
anticipating the event." All this was said so matter-of-factly, Judith wondered if 
she was dreaming it all, but the vibrations of the clipper moving over her pubic 
mound soon dispelled that. She looked down to see the woman carefully 
removing the bulk of the hair between her legs and when the job was done she 
lifted the matt away in still one piece.
	"It's incredible what arouses men. My instructions are to have your hair 
mounted and framed so it can be hung on your wall. Now how will you explain 
that to your visitors, eh?" She asked smiling at the thought.
	Judith just gave up and laid still as the woman began to remove the last of 
her pubic hair, ripping patches away with sharp sudden jerks that made the young 
girl groan. Soon she was as naked as a newborn baby and was told to feel her 
pussy. It was true, her flesh, now devoid of any hair whatsoever, felt as smooth as 
silk, almost sensuous.
	Then the woman stood back and looked down at her for what seemed like 
several minutes.
	"You're not going to open your legs, are you? You're going to miss out on 
some wonderful feelings," she warned,  in a non-threatening voice.
	Judith had forgotten her offer but was pleased she hadn't been tempted.
	"Alright, young woman, I'm not here to force you into sex. I detest lesbian 
rapes even though I can understand males needing to rape women. Maybe when 
we meet again then," she said and left the room, leaving Judith naked, still lying 
on the table.
	"Come with me, please," a voice called from the doorway. Judith felt very 
self-conscious as she followed the woman, still quite naked and with all her 
bodily hair removed for the first time in her life. She found her mother waiting in 
a room full of clothes racks and what looked like lingerie of every sort 
imaginable.
	The two older women conversed almost non-stop, taking various articles 
of lingerie and holding it against Judith who was still forbidden to speak herself. 
She had seen the cane as soon as she entered and had no intention of getting 
another stripe. 
	Some articles were discarded but most went onto a trolley, bras, panties, 
French knickers, camisoles, night dresses of all sorts, little baby doll pajamas, 
even some cotton nightdresses that Judith thought more suited to a twelve or 
thirteen year old. Many of the garments were totally see-through and she saw 
several sets of panties seemed to have holes where they shouldn't be but she 
dared not ask about them.
	Then to another room where mirrors covered every wall and each garment 
was tried on for fit. Just a few were discarded this time for the woman seemed to 
have an excellent eye for sizes and most fitted perfectly. She then discovered that 
indeed there were holes in many of her panties, right along the line of her pussy 
lips. She had never seen anything like that in the shops or supermarkets and 
blushed when she bent down to pick something up and saw just how exposed her 
vagina was.
	Her mother seemed pleased with articles that were meant for much 
younger girls, for there were little flowers and bows and ribbons on many that she 
chose. But when she began trying on the nightdresses, Judith almost protested 
aloud for she realised her stepfather would be able to see every secret she 
possessed whenever he saw her in them. There were as sheer as the sheerest 
stockings and showed off her body completely, just like the body suit last night..
	When she shook her head at her mother and pointed out how exposed the 
nighties left her, her mother just laughed and said to the woman beside her, "My 
husband is going to go absolutely bonkers when he sees her in these."
	And so the dice was cast. As soon as she got home she was told to take a 
long very hot bath but found her mother following her into the bathroom. She had 
not watched her take a bath since she was a little girl. 
	"I'm not here to watch you, Pixie, I'm going to bathe you myself, just to 
make sure you look your best for your Daddy tonight."
	"But, Mum, You're not going to let him see me wearing those clothes are 
you? They so thin it's no different to being naked in front of him."
	"Oh, you'll be that after a while anyway, Pixie," she replied.

Chapter Seventeen
	She had been standing beside the sofa for more than half an hour when her 
father came home. "It's just so you won't crease the nightie, Pixie. You want to 
look your best, don't you?"
	How could she acknowledge that? Judith thought. No, I don't want to look 
like this for him, but she knew very well she had little choice in the matter. She 
heard her mother speaking to him and then they both came into the room.
	He sat in his chair and motioned for her to stand in front of him and turn 
around.
	"Oh, bloody shit, that's fantastic," he breathed after studying her for 
several minutes. "They said that place could do wonders but this is…," he began 
but couldn't finish.
	"She looks good enough to fuck right here, doesn't she, baby," Judith 
heard her mother say. 
	"And she's bloody going to let me before long," he replied not caring that 
she heard every word.
	"Nooo, Daddy. You can't," she wailed in absolute defeat. She was 
standing with her hands clasped together as though shielding her hairless vagina 
from his sight but in fact she didn't realise she was doing that. 
	"Don't you bloody well cover yourself from me ever, you little cow," he 
growled cruelly. "You belong to me now and I'll do whatever I want and you'd 
better accept that right here and now. Well, do you?" His eyes were like steel as 
he stared at her, daring her to object.
	"Yes," she whispered.
	"Yes what?"
	"Yes, Daddy, I have to do what you tell me."
	"Ah, ha," he said with satisfaction. "So you've finally realised life will be 
much sweeter by being obedient, is that it?"
	"Yes, Daddy," she responded, knowing she had finally given in. She heard 
her mother breathe a sigh, almost of relief.
	"Come closer and stand still," he said and then reached out and stroked 
her sex mound with the back of a curled finger. "Your mother will show you how 
to keep your cunt hairless. I never want to see another hair growing on it, or 
anywhere near your slit, understood.?"
	"Yes, Daddy." 
	"From now on, you're thirteen years old again. You'll wear clothes that fit 
that age, you'll wear ponytails and white socks and cotton dresses, and you'll 
speak like a little girl again. If I ever see or hear you looking like you're older 
than that, I'll cut off your tits so you'll be flat chested forever. You'd better 
remember that, you snooty little cow."
	His manner frightened her dreadfully for his voice was so angry and she 
took his threats seriously. She felt so stupid talking like a little girl again and it 
sounded more like she was seven or eight when she answered, "Yes, Daddy." At 
least he seemed pleased with her reply.
	Without any preliminaries, he slid his hands under the transparent nightie 
and cupped her bottom cheeks, pressing his fingers into the crease until there 
were pressing against her bottom hole.
	"Stop wriggling," he complained. She couldn't stop the shivering but at 
least she made herself stand still while he enjoyed feeling her up. It was the most 
dreadful feeling having to simply stand there and let him do what he wanted 
while her mother watched. Her mother seemed to be enjoying her discomfort, or 
perhaps it was her husband's pleasure. Judith wasn't really sure but the fact was 
her mother had completely abandoned her to this cruel man and she had no one to 
defend her virtue at all. 
	He had pulled her so close she was wedged hard against his open crotch, 
and his face was nuzzling into her stomach. "Oh, you little bitch, you want to 
please Daddy, don't you. Tell me you do," he mumbled s though he was talking to 
himself. His hands were squeezing her bottom cheeks so hard she cried out in 
pain but it didn't stop him. "Tell Daddy how much you want him to touch you, 
come on, you little slut, tell him."
	"Daddy, I… Daddy, please stop, your hurting me. Oh, it's terrible," she 
pleaded to little avail for he ground her pelvis hard against his crotch caring 
nothing about her pain or the humiliation she was suffering.
	"I told you to tell me, you little cow, now do it."
	"Daddy, I want to feel you touching me," she gasped in desperation, trying 
to push her self away from his groin, when she felt his erection harden as she was 
pressed against him. "Please don't do it so hard, Daddy, it hurts," she pleaded in 
her little girl's voice.
	"Ha, ha, ha, you don't know the meaning of hurt yet, my little sugar plum 
fairy. Wait until you feel my cock split your tight little arsehole in two, then 
you'll know what hurt means," he told her with a cruel look in his eye. "I like 
hurting young virgins even more than I like buggering their mothers, isn't that so, 
Valma?"
	"You can bugger me any time you like baby, if it makes you happy and 
that little thing will let you too, won't you, Pixie?" Her mother sneered, her face 
almost touching her daughter's.
	"Please, Mum, not that. I couldn't," Judith cried and it was genuine for the 
tears flowed continuously down her cheeks.
	"I don't care what you couldn't do," her mother lashed back. "You don't 
have to do anything just bend over and let Daddy poke you real good. That's what 
he likes and you have to please him, just like I do."
	There was utter devastation in her eyes as she realised how depraved the 
two of them had become. There was little doubt in her mind that her mother was 
caught up in this man's cruelty just as much as she, herself, was. Neither had any 
way out.
	"You haven't let some young buck take your arsehole, have you?" Her 
stepfather asked harshly. "You haven't had a cock up your arse yet?"
	"No, Daddy, never," the girl retorted, shocked at the insinuation.
	"And you've still got your cherry?" As he asked as she felt his hand slide 
down her stomach and trail lightly along the line of her slit. 
	"Yes, of course I have," she replied vehemently.  
	"That's lucky for you. That cherry is mine and when I consider the time is 
right you will give it to me and no one else. You got that?"
	"Daddy, I… I don't think it's right to do that," she mumbled in her little 
girl's voice.
	"I don't give a shit what you think, it's what I say that counts and don't 
you ever forget it. Have you got a boyfriend?"
	"No, Daddy."
	"A girlfriend, one you play doctors with?"
	"Nooo," the stricken girl groaned.
	"That's good too. If I ever catch you alone with a boy, even just walking 
home from school, I'll thrash you, girl. No one messes with my cunts. And if I 
ever hear you've told anyone about your home life I'll kill you and your mother 
too, believe me, I'll do it without  a second thought. Tell her, Valma."
	"It's true, Pixie. The police took him to court for murdering his first wife 
but they couldn't prove it and he got off."
	"Murder? You mean you killed…? Did you?"
	"Of course I fucking well killed her. She let some bastard priest mess 
around with her and I caught them at it. He'd gotten her clothes off and she was 
kneeling in front of him ready to suck his cock when I walked in. I cut his balls 
off and stuffed them up her cunt then I cut her throat. He couldn't tell anyone 
because he'd be kicked out of his cushy little job and they couldn't find anyone to 
match the blood to so they gave up and discharged me. I could dispose of you two 
without any bother, believe me so all I want is obedience from you and to be 
pleasured just the way I want it whenever I want it. That becomes your sole 
purpose for living, little girl. Please me or I'll hurt you and I guess that would 
give me pleasure anyway."
	Judith couldn't remember fainting, the first recollection being when she 
woke in her own bed sometime later. Her mother was sitting beside the bed and 
had begun to remove the transparent nightdress.
	"How are you feeling, baby," she said kindly. It was the first time she had 
spoken to Judith like that since she became engaged to Ralph and it gave the 
young girl a feeling of contentment.
	"Mum, you won't let him do things to me, will you," she pleaded, clinging 
to her as though her life depended on it.
	"Listen to me, baby. Neither you or I has any say in the matter. He can be 	
very caring at times but like all men, when he needs sex he gets as mean as hell 
until he shoots his load then it's easier. I sucked him off after you fainted because 
I didn't want him to fuck you while you were unconscious and he's calmed down 
again. Remember what your own Daddy was like, all the things he made you do 
to please him? Well, Ralph's just like that only he gets a little bit more carried 
away and loves to sodomize his women. You wouldn't believe what he told me he 
made his first wife do sometimes. He was so proud of it and laughed as he told 
me, in fact went into hysterics when he described how she pleaded not to do it to 
her again so he did it straight away just to teach her a lesson. It nearly made me 
faint listening to him, I tell you but he's never tried anything like that with me so 
maybe he's calmed down these days."
	"What did he do?" She asked, her eyes wide with fright.
	"I can't tell you, baby, it's too terrible, you just couldn't imagine having to 
do anything like it, I promise. But what you need to understand, baby is that it's 
so important to agree with anything he wants to do otherwise the bad side of him 
surfaces and he could do anything to you or to me if he doesn't get his own way."
	"But, Mum, he said he was going to…," she moaned and began to cry. 
Then kept on speaking between her sobs, "He said he would do it in my bottom, 
isn't that what he said?"
	"Even your Daddy did that to me quite often. Men seem to love 
performing sodomy, they all do it."
	"But it's so filthy. You mean they really do stick their thing right inside?"
	"All the way and then they fuck it like they do in our vaginas, until they 
shoot off. They all say the arse is so tight and gives them more pleasure."
	"But don't they get… You know, sh…, uhm, pooh on their thing?"
	"That's the worst because most times they make you suck them clean."
Judith clamped her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom. When 
she came back her mother cradled her in her arms and rocked back and forth.
	"Don't cry, baby. It's not so bad, living with men, really it isn't. 
Remember the climaxes your Daddy gave you, now they were nice, weren't they?"
	"Yes," she whimpered.
	"Ralph gives me plenty of those. He seems to like proving himself that way 
so he doesn't stop fucking until I have at least one orgasm and sometimes more. 
That's one of the great things about Ralph, he's a great lover when he wants to 
be."
	"I always thought my husband would break my hymen, Mum."
	"Very few girls ever last that long baby.  I lost mine when I was ten, to my 
brother."
	"Uncle Brian? You mean you let him…?"
	"No, he just took it one night when we were alone. I guess it was rape but 
I didn't think of it like that then. I thought it was just something boys did."
	"Does he remember? I mean he still comes around sometimes, doesn't he 
feel guilty or something?" 
	"I don't think he even remembers it really. Certainly never mentions it."
	"Did you tell Ralph?"
	"Yeah, but I said I was just eight and my priest did it when I was learning 
catechism. He hates priests so it was easy for him to believe and it doesn't put 
Brian at risk."
	"Gosh, Ralph might freak if he ever found out."
	"Let's hope he never does."
	"Does it hurt, Mum? I mean getting fu… His thing up your bottom?"
	"Like fire sometimes. If you can get some lubrication on his cock 
beforehand it usually just slips in but when it's dry he just keeps pushing and it 
feels worse than sandpaper being poked up inside. Best thing to do is to relax 
your bottom and let him have his way. I really don't think he'll do it to you for 
some time, he still has to get up the courage to make you do sex things with your 
hands and mouth so it'll probably be a while yet. Don't fret about it, baby. If it 
happens just accept it. You won't die from sodomy nor will you die when he 
takes your virginity."
	"I wish he wouldn't touch me, it makes my skin crawl."
	"That was how you felt when your real Daddy started feeling you up, 
remember? But you soon got to love it as I remember. True?"
	"Yes, I suppose. But that was Daddy, Ralph isn't."
	"You have to think of him as your father though, baby. He wants it and it's 
the only way to keep the peace."
	"I know that but it still feels awful, the way he runs his hands over my 
bottom and pussy."
	"Ah, that's men for you. They're uncaring devils but we've still got to 
please them." 
	"I liked talking to you tonight, Mum. You're like the old Mum I knew 
when Daddy was alive. Thanks for that," she said and put her arms around her 
mother's neck and kissed her lovingly. 
	"Forgive me when I'm nasty to you, baby. But he wants me to act that 
way, his way of making you feel insecure so you'll comply easier."
	"Is that why…? I didn't realise. At least I know you're not being nasty 
because you hate me."
	"I never hated you baby, please believe that. Well you seem to have 
recovered so I'd better go and keep your new Daddy company. We'll talk again 
when we can," she said, giving her daughter a light peck on the cheek as she left.

	She lay on her bed, her arm over her eyes and thought about all that had 
happened over the past few days and tears welled up then overflowed. She had 
become this beastly man's sex slave, there was no doubt about that. An adult and 
yet she had to let him do things none of her friends had ever suffered. Certainly, 
much of what she had been subjected to so far was no more than what her own 
Daddy had done to her but it was far worse with Ralph. Now she was under threat 
of physical harm and even death if she didn't comply. Did he really kill his first 
wife like he said? He seemed pretty convincing when he told her about it and she 
was sure it was true so what he threatened now was almost sure to be true as well. 
He could dispose of her and no one would ever know unless she complied and 
continued to comply.

Chapter Eighteen
	"Pixie, come in here please," she heard her mother call after a time.  It 
could mean only one thing.
	They were both on the bed naked and he was fucking her mother almost 
violently when she walked in the door.
	"Oh, I'm sorry…" she mumbled and quickly turned to leave.
	"Come in here you little bitch. Come and see what a real man does to his 
cunts."
	He looked so cruelly pleased as she walked closed. "Ever watched anyone 
get fucked before?"
	"N… No," she mumbled, more embarrassed worse than she could ever 
remember.
	"What's wrong, you poor little bitch? It's just fucking, what's wrong with 
that?"
	"I… I don't know," she replied reverting to her little girl voice.
	"Well you'd better get used to it because you're going to see plenty more. 
See how she's whimpering with pleasure. Go on, look at your mother and see just 
how much she likes a real fuck. Her last old man couldn't even raise a moan from 
her when he shoved his dick inside but she knows it's different now, don't you 
my sweet cunt?"
	"Sure do, baby. Fuck me good, oh, you're the best."
	"See how she likes it, little bitch?"
	"Yes, Daddy," she agreed.
	"That's what you've got to look forward to, understand? You'll spread 
your legs and Daddy will fuck you until you scream out from the pleasure. You 
just watch your mother and see if I'm not right."
	She stood and watched. Sweat was pouring off his body from the exertion 
of his lovemaking and he began to thrust deep and fast making her mother moan 
loudly, each downward stroke bringing a higher pitch to her moans. She could 
clearly see his cock sinking between her pussy lips because he was holding his 
whole body above hers, just his hips moving as he thrust himself in and out. A 
band of frothy whiteness had formed around the base of his cock at the depth he 
thrust into her and juices were running down the crease of her buttocks and over 
her bottom hole.
	Judith watched her mother closely, not sure whether she was enjoying the 
sex or whether she was in fact being hurt because her face was screwed up almost 
as if she were enduring severe pain, yet the moans sounded very much like 
pleasure and she was holding his shoulders trying to pull him down against her.
	"Love me, baby. Oh, I love the way you fuck, it's wonderful," she gasped 
between the fast deep breaths she was gasping for and the continual moaning 
sounds that flowed about the room. Yes, Judith thought, she is enjoying it, no 
doubt about that.
	Just as her mother's voice became an ongoing high pitched squeal and her 
body began to shudder as though it was out of control, her new father growled a 
long deep moan flung his head towards the ceiling with his teeth clenched then 
slowly relaxed and slumped down on top of his wife. Their bodies were shiny 
with perspiration and she watched as her mother clung lovingly to his sweaty 
back.
	"Thank you, Ralph baby. It was so good," she said with a warm smile and 
a little peck to his lips.
	"You might be my second missus but you're the best fuck, little cunt," he 
said almost in reverence. Then he slid off and laid on his back, a string of semen 
still attached to his penis.
	"Clean your mother up, bitch," he said almost casually.
	Judith gasped then turned to go.
	"Where do you think you're going?"
	"To get a washer."
	"You've got a washer, your mouth. Now use it."
	"You mean…? Oh, I can't," the young girl objected, almost crying.
	"Unless you want the living shit belted out of you, you'd better do as your 
told. Now," he demanded in a loud voice.
	Semen was flowing slowly out of her mother's vagina as Judith kneeled 
on the bed and she thought she was going to be sick as she leaned down and 
sucked the slippery goo away. Her mother trembled when Judith licked across her 
clitoris several times and then she moved down as far as she could reach into the 
crease of her bottom.
	"Lift your legs up so the girl can get it all, cunt," Ralph said matter-of-
factly.
	The wet trail was opened and Judith licked right down the crease, over her 
tight bottom hole to where several drops had fallen onto the bed. Then she moved 
up again, sucking up the small stream that was still flowing. She pushed her 
tongue as far into her mother's pussy as she could and sucked all the fluid she 
could reach, so intent on pleasing that she made a farting-like noise against her 
mother's pussy that made her new Daddy laugh softly. As she sat back on her 
heels, the job completed, she heard, "Now me."
	It took several moments for the realisation to sink in.
	"You? What, Daddy?"
	"You fucking well know what. I want you to clean me up the same way, 
you stupid little bitch."
	"I… I can't…," she cried in anguish. "Please don't make me do that, 
Daddy."
	"Fucking do it right now. And if you're good, I'll let you make me come 
in your mouth. Now get on with it."
	If she did a good job he would squirt his stuff inside her mouth and if she 
doesn't, she'll probably get a hiding. What terrible choices.
	His cock was quite limp now but still shiny with her mother's wet sex 
juices. The tip of his cock had weeped the last of his ejaculation into his pubic 
hair and she could clearly see it tangling the hairs together.
	She gingerly took the limp dick between her fingers and lowered her 
mouth onto the wetness. Surprisingly, it brought back memories of her real father 
and the many times she had done this to him. The taste was exactly as she 
remembered which made her task easier than she had expected. Her mind went 
back to those earlier days and for a time it was as though her real Daddy was 
lying beneath her while she pleasured him the way he liked so much. His cock 
soon hardened and grew so that it became difficult for her mouth to fit around it, 
yet fit it did and she knew her new Daddy was enjoying the feeling once again.
	"Oh, shit, you little bitch, you've done this before haven't you. No, don't 
stop, keep going," his gruff voice broke her reverie and she returned to the present 
and sucked Ralph's large cock as she had done for her own Daddy all those years 
ago.
	She was going to get showered with his semen but that was better than a 
hiding for she knew that would be far worse. As she worked her mouth back and 
forth, she felt her mother move and began to undress her. She was being stripped 
by her own mother in front of this uncouth new step-father, all for his pleasure 
she had no doubt. Her skirt and panties were off, her blouse undone and she had 
to lift each arm in turn for it to be removed. When her bra was also taken away 
she was naked in front of him and as usual, within arms reach. Her breasts were 
mauled almost immediately as he urged her on.
	"This might be a good time to take her rear maidenhead, baby," she heard 
her mother half whisper. "Up, Pixie. Stand at the edge of the bed and lean over it. 
Daddy's going to pleasure you."
	"No… No, he can't," she cried out, never once thinking her mother would 
be the one to encourage him to carry out this outrage. It was less than an hour ago 
that she had told her he wouldn't do this for a long time yet. And now she was 
encouraging him to do it right away.
	"Let him have his pleasure, Pixie. Once it happens it won't hurt you again. 
Get it over and done with."
	Ralph needed no more encouragement and was standing behind her 
instantly, his erection wetting her bottom and crease. "Use some of this, baby. 
You'll get inside much easier then."
	Judith looked around in horror but was relieved to see her mother 
smearing a huge glob of KY jelly over the head of his cock and then some was 
squeezed right inside her bottom hole. At least it would make it easier. What was 
it that she had said? Try to open my bottom to help him in. Oh, it's so 
embarrassing, she told herself and felt the blush rising once again. She opened her 
legs wider and strained to push her sphincter open or at least looser. She hoped 
this wouldn't bring on a motion, which would be the ultimate degradation.
His hands clasped her hips tightly and she felt his cock pressing against 
her anus.
	"Now, you little bitch, it's time to feel a real cock inside you. Try to push 
me away and I'll thump you, understand?"
	She could only nod her head, tears flowing freely in silence, hating the 
thought of what he was going to do yet helpless to stop him.
	"Ugh," she grunted at his first thrust and then realised he was already 
inside for it felt as though a whole plank had been pushed in. It was just the very 
tip of his penis that had intruded but she was sure it had gone all the way in. Until 
the next thrust which took her breath away completely and she screamed out in 
pain. A million hot coals were burning their way inside. Another thrust and she 
felt his body pressed hard against hers.
	"You've got a cock up your bum, bitch," he hissed in her ear. "Like it?"
	"Nooo, it hurts. Please take it out, Daddy."
	"Not bloody likely," he replied with a laugh. "You're mine now and 
you're going to get to love this kind of fucking. It's my favourite because your 
bum's so tight. Now just hold still while I enjoy myself," he added and then began 
to piston himself in and out. The burning dissolved to an ache then to no more 
than a strange feeling of needing to visit the toilet. His hand slid down to her 
pussy and a finger insinuated itself against her clit which he began to massage in 
quick round strokes, all the while continuing to fuck her behind with abandon. He 
began to slap the side of her bottom with the other hand, soft at first but getting 
harder all the time, in direct rhythm with the out-thrusts of his cock.
	As he pushed in he stroked her clitoris and as he pulled away he spanked 
her tender bottom. It was so unusual yet soon enough she felt the stirrings of a 
climax building deep inside her pussy. 
	Then he gasped aloud just as he did when he discharged inside her mother 
and she felt trembling of his body and the rhythmic pulsing of his cock as he 
discharged into her bottom. His hands had stopped pleasing her as he took his 
own pleasure and she fought not to collapse from the sheer emotion of it all. 
	Eventually his body calmed down and he once more began to masturbate her until 
she cried out in pleasure as her orgasm exploded. She felt her face pressing 
against his as though they were lovers in every way for the draining of her orgasm 
left her with an entirely different feeling towards her stepfather.
	"You liked it, didn't you, bitch," he asked with a softness in his voice.
	"Ye… Yes," she whispered back.
	"So we can do it again with out all the drama next time?"
	"Yes."
	"Tell me you enjoyed it."
	"I liked the way you made me come," she returned, not wishing to show 
too much enthusiasm.
	"I know you randy young girls. You love sex, don't you, little bitch?" He 
had a knowing smile, almost a smirk as he looked intensely into her eyes.
	"I don't know," she said shyly.
	"Can you feel my spunk in your arse, little bitch?"
	"Uhm, I… I don't think so, Daddy," she admitted in her little girls voice 
again.
	"I'm going to pull out now. Ly down on the bed and lift your legs high and 
wide. I want to see what your fucked arse-hole looks like."
	She had little choice but to obey and felt the humiliation as hot flushes 
rushed across her face once more. He could see everything she held as private 
right before his eyes. Her pussy was widely spread and she felt the coolness of the 
wet flesh as she opened herself to him. Her bottom felt so strange, stretched and 
almost as if the hole had been made permanently open by his assault. She felt his 
finger stroke her anus and he lifted it to his nose. "
	"Hmm, not much shit there, I must have washed it all away for you. Here, 
lick this up." He pressed his wet finger against her lips and she had to open her 
mouth. He was wrong because she could definitely taste the bitterness of her own 
excretions. 
	"Well?" He asked.
	"What, Daddy?"
	"Like it?"
	"No."
	"Why?"
	"Because I could taste my… you know."
	"Your what?"
	"My… My pooh," she replied, blushing deeply.
	"How do you know it wasn't just my spunk?"
	"Because it was bitter like pooh," she explained.	
	"Maybe my spunk is bitter."
	"No… That's just salty."
	"You know more than your letting on I think, young lady. Care to tell me 
how you know that."
	She looked at her mother for assistance but received nothing helpful.
	"I… I used to taste Daddy's sperm." When she admitted that, she burst 
into tears and ran from the room, the sound of both her stepfather and her 
mother's laughter in her ears. She had no intention of ever telling him such 
intimacies but found she couldn't help herself. She was sure he would come into 
her room and want more details and she would have told him everything he 
wanted to know for she was frightened of his reactions if she tried to disobey him. 
But he never came and she found herself showering and slipping into bed.  
	Thankfully sleep came quickly and she slept right through until morning.

Chapter Nineteen
	Her stepfather paid her body much attention after that day and she found 
herself sleeping between her parents often, usually after having sex with him and 
sometimes, her mother as well. She was taught all the niceties of lesbian sex, her 
mother being the main tutor but often Ralph had them do things together that 
even her mother objected to. Nevertheless, Ralph almost always got his way and 
Judith found herself becoming the toilet for both of them when Ralph was in one 
of his aroused moods. 
	"I need to pee, little bitch," he would say and rollover onto his side. It was 
then her job to lay down beside him, and take his cock between her lips while he 
emptied his bladder down her throat. If even one drop was spilt she was subjected 
to a heavy spanking that left her so sore she often had to stay home from college 
the next day because she simply couldn't sit down.
	Spanking her was one of his great delights, something that she dreaded but 
had no choice but to allow him his pleasure. From mid-way through her 
eighteenth year she learned all there was to know about spanking. Ralph took 
great delight in collecting instruments of flagellation from tiny thin canes that 
almost broke her skin every time it landed, through birch wands that cut with a 
fierce burning to jockeys whips and even one very long whippy trotters whip. 
Ralph practiced for weeks to perfect his use of this particular instrument so much 
that he could land the tip of the whip on any chosen inch of her body holding it at 
full arms length. He was very proud to be able to hit each nipple in turn then each 
side of her labia and her clit in quick succession. Once he landed ten straight 
strokes on a square inch of her bottom in less than a minute and the result was a 
bruise that spread to over six inches across and lasted more than two weeks. He 
whipped her always in the cruelest way and she knew he had ejaculated in his 
pants several times from the screams of agony she emitted throughout the ordeal.
	But simple hand spanking was his greatest love during this time. She had 
been taught the art of striptease by a woman Ralph employed for six months, 
making her learn every facet of the art from the movement of her hands and 
fingers, the look in her eye and the movements of her hips and breasts until she 
could arouse even the most impotent of men. Not that she was placed in that 
position, at least not at that time. 
	So with the skills of a professional she was made to arouse both Ralph and 
her mother on many occasions and once nude, was put over Ralph's knee. The 
preliminaries usually consisted of a long period of being felt up, to torturous 
pinching of nipples and vaginal regions, to almost suffocation as her airways were 
blocked off until he was finally ready to spank.
	Laying over his knee with her legs wide apart, always a prerequisite, she 
lay still until he chose to begin. She often waited ten or fifteen minutes, never 
knowing when he would start, and felt his hardness becoming wetter by the 
minute as precum leaked onto her tummy. Then he would beat her bottom 
mercilessly for as long as his hand could stand the onslaught. She learned very 
soon that to please him most she had to shriek aloud as every swat landed but it 
was impossible not to cry out for his spankings were cruel in the extreme.
	Occasionally she had been laid face up while he spanked her breasts just 
as hard, so that by the morning they were swollen and bruised. There was no way 
she could wear a bra after a breast spanking for several days and while being 
excused from college for no more than two days by Ralph for that may cause 
questions to be asked, she had to attend after that quite braless, covering the 
bouncing mounds by always holding a book or clothes against her chest, a painful 
thing as her bruised breasts were pressed against the book. 
	One of the things that did surprise her was that she had remained a virgin 
right up to the age of almost nineteen. Ralph hadn't mentioned this for over a year 
and Judith certainly never brought the subject up even with her mother. The 
longer it went the more confident she became that she would be left intact.
	The other thing that Ralph never interfered with was her periods. He made 
her keep a detailed diary of the periods even down to the recording of how many 
changes of sanitary pads she made during each day of the cycle and even the 
extent of staining on each pad she removed. Judith had to tell her Daddy the 
moment each period started for Ralph issued her sanitary pads to her. She was 
never allowed to have even one spare in her room. It was her responsibility then 
to produce the diary after the last pad was needed each month. Ralph would study 
the charts she drew up very closely, asking questions every time about some 
aspect and complaining if she used too many pads on any of the days. But during 
her menses he made no sexual demands on her at all. So periods to Judith were 
times of peace and she looked forward to the flow of blood each month unlike all 
her college friends. 
	Ralph supervised her taking of the contraceptive pill every night 
immediately after supper, putting the small tablet on her tongue and ensuring it 
was swallowed. He was making very sure his young ward could not let herself get 
pregnant for the blame would rest squarely on him, being the only male in the 
household. Although he had never penetrated her vaginally, his other sexual 
demands saw much semen spilled over all parts of her body from time to time and 
there were many chances some could impregnate her by accident. Judith was 
happy to take the pill for that very reason.
	For almost three years, Judith suffered the sexual demands of her 
stepfather and her mother. She hated the feeling of helplessness, of being quite 
unable to refuse any of the numerous acts of degradation he forced on her but she 
feared worst of all the cruelty of his whippings and beatings. She had never heard 
the term 'sex slave' but that was just how she felt. Almost daily she was subjected 
some form of sexual abuse mostly from Ralph but frequently from her own 
mother as well. The more Ralph used her, the less he made sexual demands on his 
wife and instead of demanding her wifely needs from him, her mother simply 
used her daughter to produce the orgasms she needed. 
	Judith learned every aspect of sex with another female and despite her 
knowing this incestuous relationship was quite wrong, at least it was far more 
pleasant than the sex Ralph demanded. 
	Ralph did have his good moments though and when he was in the right 
mood he would pleasure the young girl with two or three orgasms in a row. But 
afterwards, in his aroused state, his cruelty surfaced again until he climaxed 
himself.
	Judith slowly relinquished all the friendships she had at school mainly 
because Ralph demanded her utter obedience and he denied her any friendship 
with others. But always in the back of Judith's mind was the concern that if she 
made any close friendships, even if she could have kept them secret from Ralph, 
she was frightened that she might let slip something that would give her terrible 
secret away. She couldn't imagine the humiliation she would face if anyone 
learned both her stepfather and her own mother were sexually using her.
	On the eve of her Twenty-first birthday, Ralph shattered her long kept 
hope that he wasn't going to take her virginity.
	"You won't be going to school tomorrow, cunt," he said gruffly after 
dinner.
	"Why, Daddy?" She asked in her little girl's voice. She talked almost 
exclusively that way now. Her hair was still done in plaits or ponytails despite the 
rest of colleagues wearing their hair in modern fashions. She too still wore clothes 
more suited to a twelve year old and all that kept Ralph happy. At least at school 
there were uniforms all had to wear so Judith wasn't subjected to teasing for the 
juvenile dresses she wore when at home.
	"Because tomorrow you turn Twenty-one and we are going to celebrate it 
with you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, little tits?" His names for her were 
always degrading but after three years of the same it didn't hurt her feelings very 
much at all.
	She looked at her mother to trying to learn something of what his real 
intentions were, but as usual she never helped at all.
	"Uhm, I suppose so," she said non-committally.
	"Tomorrow you become legally available for fucking so it's time. You 
understand?"
	"Understand what?" She asked with dread for she knew deep down what 
he was getting at.
	"What the fuck do you think I mean? Tomorrow I'm going to fuck that 
precious cherry of yours, little bitch. We're going to have lots of fun, aren't we, 
Valma?"
	"Sure, honey," her mother replied with less than the same enthusiasm he 
was showing.
	"Your not going to do it to me really, are you, Daddy?" Her face was 
white with fear.
	"I'm not going to do it, sweet buns, you're going to do it for me. Then no 
one can say I raped you, can they?"
	"But… Oh, you can't do it, Daddy. It isn't right you know that. Please 
don't make me do anything like that. I want to keep it for my husband," she 
pleaded, backing away from his outstretched hand.
	"You'll bloody well die quicker if you don't do what I want. And besides, 
I'm your husband now, there's never going to be anyone else but me fucking you, 
cunt.  Do you think I'd let a cherry like you get away without giving me my dues? 
Not bloody likely. Now listen here. Early to bed tonight but you can sleep in until 
lunchtime tomorrow. Then I want you up and showered by one o'clock. Your 
mother will show you what to wear and from then on you'll do exactly what 
you're told. I won't have any messing around, because I've been waiting for this 
day for three years. Never had a virgin before and I suppose I won't ever again so 
you're going to make it very special for me. Mess it up and I'll slit your throat."
Judith had slumped down on the floor, her face covered in her hands, 
weeping pitifully at the thought of what she was about to endure. What right had 
he to make her do this, she told herself in self-pity. He's a brute and I hate him. 
But she dared not say it out loud. 
	Her mother pulled her up and literally pushed her towards her bedroom. 
	"He does mean it, Pixie. He's been planning this for over a year now and I 
know exactly what he's going to do tomorrow. He's been coaching me all this 
time so everything will be done exactly as he wants."
	"What's he going to do to me, Mum?"
	"I'm sorry, Pixie, I can't tell you now, but it won't be as bad as he makes 
out. He's the one who will take your hymen, he won't be making you do it on top 
of him. He's been dreaming about how it will feel laying between your legs as he 
fucks you so much that he might even shoot off before he gets to touch you. But 
that's his problem, not yours."
	"He'll hurt me, won't he? When he sticks his thing inside?"
	"You might be surprised how little it could hurt, baby," she said 
encouragingly. "When my brother took mine away, I hardly felt any pain at all. It 
was when I saw the blood running down my legs that I panicked. Your hymen 
might split as easily as mine, you know."
	"But what if it doesn't?"
	"Whatever happens, I know it will all be over very fast once he begins to 
fuck you. And the pain does stop very quickly afterwards. I'll make sure you've 
got plenty of lubrication between your pussy lips so he'll slide in easily."
	"Oh, It's awful the way he just does things to me. It's not right, is it?"
	"But neither you or I can stop him, can we?" She asked with a consoling 
voice.
	"No, that's why it's so terrible. He just does what he likes. And once he's 
done it, there's no reason to stop then, is there. He'll keep on fu… doing it to me 
every day, I just know he will."
	"Look, Pixie, what you have to do has to happen some time in your life. 
You can't stay a virgin forever, now can you? Don't fret about it, Baby, because 
that will make you all the more scared. Would you be as scared if it was your 
boyfriend who was going to do it?"
	"But I don't have a boy friend."
	"I mean if you did. He'd be all over you trying every time he took you out 
and one day you'd be in the right mood and let him have his way. At least Ralph 
knows what having sex is all about and I promise you, he'll be doing everything 
right tomorrow. He said he wanted your first time to be something you'll have 
good memories about. Now he can't be all that bad if he wants that for you."
	"Did he really say that?" She asked with surprise. "You mean he wants to 
make me feel good, not rape me the way he's been talking about?"
	"He thinks that if he threatens you with all the things he's said, when the 
time comes and he is gentle, you'll begin to like having sex with him. In fact 
when he is gentle he's a very good lover, baby. I promise you that."
	"But he's still making me let him do it, isn't he? Isn't that rape?"
	"If he's gentle and you find you like having sex with him, how can that be 
rape, Pixie?"
	"Oh, I don't know, Mum. It's just that…" she said in a squeaky voice and 
began crying again. 
	"You're all worked up, baby. I know how you feel for he makes me do 
things I'm not very happy about too. You've seen some of the things he's made 
me do in front of you but not everything. I've learned that even if I don't like it all 
that much, at least if it makes him happy then it turns out alright in the end. It's 
no different for you too, Pixie. You do like having orgasms don't you?"
	"Yes, but…," she began then stopped suddenly. "Yes they are nice, I 
know that and he helps me have them sometimes. But he's my Daddy," she 
pleaded once again, desperate for her mother to understand why she hated being 
made to do sex things with Ralph.
	"You know very well he's not your daddy. He just a man who likes you so 
much he wants to love you and wants you to love him back. When two people 
love each other they have sex to show they care for each other. You can say 
whatever you like but that's really the whole truth, Pixie. Ralph thinks you look 
beautiful, he loves you and he desperately wants you to return that love."
	"Then why does he treat me so harshly?" Judith almost snapped the 
question at her mother, not convinced that was the way Ralph saw it at all.
	"That's just the way men are, baby. Life isn't like the movies, and there's 
no Doris Days and Cary Grants in the real world, believe me. They want power 
over others especially their women. Now you just have to change the way you're 
thinking about Ralph. If you're always objecting and fighting him, of course he's 
going to treat you harshly. But imagine how he might be if, when he makes you 
happy, you return that love by being nice to him and show love in return without 
him forcing you. Be nice to him tomorrow, do what he wants and he'll return all 
your kindness ten times over."
	Her mother sat back looking at Judith and desperately hoping for a 
positive response to what she had been saying. The fact was that Ralph had been 
coaching her for several months on how to convince Judith to be more compliant 
to his wishes. She had used everything Ralph had suggested by now and didn't 
want to him to see she had failed.
	"Do you really think so, Mum? You mean if I let him do the things he 
wants tomorrow and smile and thank him, he will like me better and not hurt me 
so much?"
	"That's exactly the way it would be, baby. Be lovey-dovey to him, smile 
into his eyes and let him know you love the things he does to make you feel nice.  
He really does like you and if you show him you like him too, he'll become very 
loving and his caresses will be as smooth as silk. It's the way you've been acting 
towards him that makes him angry and that's why he hurts you so much, to get 
back at you. The more you make him mad, the worse he wants to hurt you. But if 
you're nice, very nice to him, then he'll return all of that to you, I promise."
	"Well, maybe you're right. It's just that I still find it hard to accept that he 
has the right to…"
	"It's because you still thinking as a child, baby, but you're grown up now. 
Why don't you do what Ralph wants tomorrow and see if I'm not right. I know I 
am."
	"Oh… Oh, I…," She began then, as if she had finally come to a 
momentous decision, said, "I think you are right, Mum. I am grown up now and I 
will give my virginity away sometime, won't I? Just like you did and it didn't 
make any difference to you, did it?"
	"Not a scrap, baby. It made no difference to me at all."
	"Then I guess I will do what he wants. I just hope he'll be gentle."
	"If you're sweet to him, baby, you'll soon find much more love in return. 
Now why don't you take that shower and hop into bed. Want something to help 
you sleep?"
	"You mean a pill? Hmm, I suppose it would help, just tonight," she said 
lightly, and smiled at her mother. "You know what, Mum?"
	"What, baby?"
	"Those things we do together sometimes, when we have sex. I love the 
way you make me climax. I never thought I'd ever tell you, but after the way we 
talked tonight, well, I wanted you to know."
	"I thought you hated me for making you do it with me, baby."
	"I did sometimes but I still enjoyed the way you gave me orgasms. And I 
won't mind doing anything you want me do to from now on. Even…," she added, 
blushing furiously. "Even in front of Daddy."
	"Come here baby," her mother said, holding out her arms. As they 
embraced, she added, "Thank you, Judith. I love you so much. Now, you will 
promise to be the best little girl for Daddy tomorrow? Whatever he wants?"
	"Yes, I promise," the innocent teenager agreed.
	"You make me so happy, baby.  We will make love again, very soon, but 
not until tomorrow is over. O.K.?"
	"Sure, Mum," she said and they kissed each other on the lips, a long warm 
happy kiss of lovers.
	When Valma left the room and closed the door, she punched the air and 
whispered a satisfied, "Yes," as she headed for Ralph to tell him the good news.

Chapter Twenty
	Judith woke feeling quite drowsy even though she slept soundly the whole 
night. She was content to just lay in bed, waiting for the effects of the pill her 
mother had given her last night, to wear off.
	Sometime later, she jumped when she heard the door slam shut and her 
mother came bouncing into the room. "Come on, sleepy head, you've slept all 
morning. I came in with breakfast but you were fast asleep so I didn't disturb you. 
The pill worked, I suppose?"
	"Yes," she agreed still feeling the effects even now. "Gosh is it Midday 
already?"
	"It's after twelve so you haven't got any time to spare. We've lots to do."
	"Why?"
	"Don't you remember? Happy birthday, baby, today you become a woman."
	"Oh," the young girl gasped. "Oh, I forgot." And then it all flooded back 
into her mind. 
	"Is Daddy…? Is he home?"
	"You'd better believe it, baby, and chaffing at the bit too. Come on, into 
the bathroom, there's no time to waste."
	Still feeling dopey, Judith was quite content to lay still while her mother 
washed every inch of her body and double washed her hair. She sighed when 
fingers slipped into her sex slit and her bottom hole to soap her clean down there. 
	"Enough time to enjoy that later, my dear," her mother said with a wry 
smile. "Daddy's quite worked up already so you will have all the attention you 
need today without enjoying my fingers."
	"But it feels nice," the girl pouted.
	"So will a cock in there."
	"I know it will hurt but I don't care," Judith said in a relaxed voice.
	She got no reply. Then she was out of the bath and being dried off with a 
soft towel. 
	"I wish you'd bath me every day like this."
	"You've turned into a little sexpot, haven't you?"
	"I do feel sexy, Mum."
	"Good. Stay that way."
	"When will he do it?"
	"When he's ready but there's a lot to do first. And a lot I have to tell you. 
Are you awake yet?"
	"I think so," Judith said with a little giggle.
	"Good then get the hair drier working."
	"Oh, alright."

	She found herself stretched out on the bed, her mother looking down on 
her nudity.
	"Your breasts have certainly grown in the last few years. No longer a flat 
chested girl with a pair of puffy knobs on your chest. I can understand why Daddy 
likes to look at you so much. A regular little cock teaser, no doubt about it," she 
mother mused with a kindly smile. "You're so very lucky to have such beautiful 
breasts. Mine never stood out separately like yours. And it's just not fair the way 
you have no sagging at all. Sit up a minute."
	As she did, Her mother cupped both breasts in her hands and molded their 
shapes. "Look at that, such perfect cones, quite separate from each other and no 
sign of even the slightest sag. You'll make your gown look so great on you."
	"Which gown?" Judith asked in surprise. She had no gown she could say 
looked good on her.
	"The one you'll be wearing when you present yourself to your Daddy. 
You'll see it in a minute. Now lay back and open your legs. I have things to do."
	"What are you going to do?" Judith asked skeptically.
	"Don't get too excited, little one. It's only some gel to help him slip in 
easier. But he musn't see it, so I'll put just a dab on the outside and a little more 
right inside. Hold your pussy lips apart to help me."
	When the cold gel touched her warm labia she flinched and said, "Ouch."
	"Oh, do be quiet you little baby. If you think that hurts, you've got a big 
shock in store when you feel his hard penis trying to find it's way in. Now be still 
and try not to enjoy this too much.  It's for your benefit, not your pleasure."
	"How will you do my hair, Mum. In plaits or a pony-tail?"
	"You're a grown up woman now, or at least you will be by the end of the 
day. Daddy wants your hair falling over your shoulders. Happy about that?"
	"Oh, yes. I felt so foolish dressed like a twelve year old."
	"You'll probably have to be like that sometimes but tonight you're a fully 
grown young woman. You're so pretty, baby, he'll choke when he sees you."
	"Will I be naked like this?"
	"Oh, no, just wait. Your dress he chose is so beautiful."
	"He bought me a new dress? But I thought I'd have to be naked for him to 
do it."
	"Oh, you will be but anticipation is what it's all about. And I'm sure he'll 
take great delight in undressing you. It will be just as precious as your wedding 
night. Your husband this time though will be none other than your own Daddy. 
O.K., that's done, now let me look at your hair. Up you get."
	"It feels funny down there," she said as she stood up."
	"Where?"
	"Between my legs. My pussy."
	"What's so strange about it?"
	"It's like I've peed myself, it feels so wet."
	"That's the KY Jelly. Your pussy has warmed it up and it will look to your 
Daddy as though you're very aroused. Let him think that, anyway."
	She worked for nearly half an hour, brushing and combing her daughter's 
hair, setting it smoothly across her neck and shoulders. By the time she had 
finished, Judith looked more beautiful than her mother had ever seen her before.
	"We'll have to hurry. He wants you in the room by three o'clock and 
we've only got a few minutes to go. Here's your gown, raise your arms and slip it 
on."
	Judith finally saw what her deflowering gown looked like. It was white, 
not transparent but translucent, so that when she saw herself in the mirror as her 
mother pulled the garment down her body, she could make out the darkness of her 
nipples and the outline of her pubic mound but with little detail. The fabric was 
soft and light yet clung to her like a body stocking, fitting over her breasts as 
thought it had been specially molded for her, the twin mounds standing apart and 
tipped by the darkness of her nipples. The stretch fabric held the garment firmly 
around every curve, all the way to the floor and yet she could walk freely. Her 
mother rearranged her hair so that some fell over the front of her shoulders but 
not enough to cover her breasts, which were her most prominent features.
	"Oh, baby, you are very beautiful. Your Daddy was right you are a beauty 
indeed. Now listen carefully. When you enter the room, you are to walk without 
moving your arms. Just let them fall to your sides. You are to walk towards him, 
looking into his eyes the whole time and while you remain quite serious, I'm sure 
a small smile would be appropriate. Stand before him, bow your head slightly so 
your eyes are downcast and bow your knee until one touches the floor and the 
other still raised, just as you would expect a princess to do when she is presented 
to her prince."
	"Is that what he wants me to do?"
	"Yes and you musn't miss doing any of the things I've told you. While you 
are still on one knee, you must then say to him, "I have come, Daddy."
	"I have come, Daddy?"
	"Exactly. He will then ask who your master is and you must respond with, 
	"You are my master."
	"I must say, 'You are my master'? Is that all?"
	"He will ask if you are here to obey him in every way and of course you 
will say you are. I'm not sure what he will do next but you just need to follow his 
instructions. Enjoy yourself, baby. It will be a memorable day I know it will. 
Now, I think it's time to celebrate she said, smiling at her daughter. Today you 
are a woman and can taste your first champagne," she said, lifting the bottle aloft. 
	"Pink for the blood that you will shed today, pink for a beautiful girl," she added 
as she poured two glasses.
	"Won't I…? Won't I get drunk, Mum?"
	"Not with just one glass, and it might help you to relax a little. Here's to a 
most beautiful girl," she said and clinked their glasses together in salute.
	"Ha, ha, the bubbles tickle my nose," the young woman said gaily. Then in 
a more serious voice as they sipped their wine, "Will you be there too, Mum?"
	"Yes, I will but probably in the background. It's you he wants today."
	"Oh, yes I suppose it is," she answered, then added, "Mum, does it make 
you unhappy that he wants to have sex with me? After all, you are his wife."
	"Don't concern yourself about things like that, baby. I take my enjoyment 
in knowing he's happy, just as much as I do when he favours me with his needs. 
Now it's time to go, baby. Give me a big smile. Ah, that's good."

	As her mother opened the livingroom door, she was shocked at what she 
saw. The two rooms that made up their living area had been changed around 
completely with much of the furniture removed. Judith saw her father standing at 
the far end surrounded in a haze of what looked like smoke. He wore some kind 
of robe over his shoulders and he stood with his legs apart and his hands on his 
hips. He was brightly lit by some unseen light while the rest of the room was quite 
dim.
	Her mother gave her a little push.
	Judith had lost all the confidence she had built up over the past few hours. 
She never expected anything like this. The room seemed to swirl around her as 
she walked towards the figure of her Daddy, her eyes unseeing, her prompt to 
smile at him lost in the haze of her mind. For a moment she stood directly before 
him, her eyes unfocused but looking directly into his face. Then as if she were 
struck, she lowered her face and bowed her knee until her whole body became a 
circle, balancing on the toes of one foot and her knee.
	"I am here, Daddy," she whispered softly, just enough to be heard.
	"Who is your master, child?"
	"You are my master."
	"Does that mean you have changed your ways? Are you prepared to obey 
me now, in every thing I ask?"
	"Yes, Daddy."
	"Call me Master, child. I am now beyond being just your Daddy."	
	"Yes Master."
	"Well? Will you obey me, child?"
	"Yes, I will, my Master."
	"In every way, no matter what it might be, whatever I wish you to do, you 	
will obey? Without hesitation, without objection, without question?"
	"I promise, I will, my Master, sir."
	"Then you may rise and show yourself to me."
	Judith didn't quite know what to do as she stood up. What did he mean, 
show herself? Did he want her to remove the gown she wore and be naked for 
him?
	He remained still, taller than her, looking down at her as she hesitated, not 
daring to look up into his eyes.
	"Well?"
	"Wha… What shall I do, Dadd… my Master?"
	"Turn around, very slowly. I want to look at you, at your body, to imagine 
what you will look like when I tell you to remove the garment. I want to imagine 
those breasts, which have grown so much since I first saw them, and that pussy so 
slick and hairless, unlike the thick curls you had then. I can just make out the 
outline of your womanhood. Turn slowly, child, and let your master see you."
	"Yes, sir," she agreed softly, feeling her skin burn with the blush that was 
spreading across her face and chest. He had seen her naked so many times and yet 
she felt more vulnerable and shy than she ever had before. She was on display and 
knew he could see her secrets through the gown. He didn't try to touch her, just 
stared as she slowly turned. When she stood facing him again, he waited for what 
seemed many minutes before he spoke.
	"What do you offer your master?"
	"I… Uhm, I offer my virginity, Master."
	"And what other?"
	"Other…? I don't understand."
	"You have other entrances to offer?"
	"No… I'm not sure… I mean, I'm not sure what you mean, Master," she 
explained still in a soft voice but not the girlish tones she had become accustomed 
to answering him in.
	"You have a mouth that you've given me from time to time for pleasure. 
And breasts I have used. Have you allowed any other to use those openings, 
child?"
	"Oh, no, Master. Never."
	"And you are still quite intact? Your hymen?"
	"Oh, yes, sir," she answered almost proudly. 
	"Is there not another I can be thinking of?"
	"Oh… You mean my… You mean my bottom, Master? Oh, no one has 
touched it except you. And Mum, of course."
	"You haven't explored it yourself?"
	"No, Master."
	"I will use your anus regularly, child, to be penetrated to the hilt and leave 
my discharge. You will of course not object. Is that correct?"
	"Y… Yes, Master. But you already use me there," She reminded him in an 
innocent voice.
	"Indeed I have and you have never objected, except for the first time but 
you have learned, haven't you child?"?"
	"Yes, Master," she agreed, yet dreading the act that was to come.
	His hand reached out and deliberately cupped one of her breasts, then 
squeezed it, not to hurt but to feel the firmness. She stood still letting him have 
his way. He pulled her body against his pressing his groin against her stomach. 
	"Have you wondered what it will feel like having a man thrusting inside 
you?"
	"Yes, Master, but I can't begin to imagine what it will really be like. Some 
of the girls at college… Well, they say they like it when their boyfriends do it to 
them."
	"I trust you have never allowed any boyfriend to do that to you though."
	"Oh, never, Master. My Daddy said I wasn't to have boyfriends and I 
haven't. Except for him, that is." She looked sheepishly up into his eyes, hoping 
he would appreciate her little joke."
	"So I ask you again, do you consent to anything and everything I demand 
of you with no exceptions?"
	"I promise I will, Master." Her eyes remained on his and she saw 
satisfaction, a small glimmer of a smile appearing.
	"If it pleases me I will give you to others to enjoy for a time."
	"You mean, Mummy?"
	"I mean other men or other women."
	"Oh…" Judith couldn't believe her ears. He had berated her time an time 
again about not even talking to boys at school and having no close girlfriends and 
here he was telling her he would give her to others to have sex with. She must 
have misunderstood him.
	"Others? I will have to let others use my body, Master?"
	"If I decide so, you would obey, child, would you not?"
	"Oh… I didn't think…"Oh…," she stammered not knowing what to say 
until her mother's words returned to her. Tell him you love him and will do 
whatever he wishes. She knew then what to say.
	"If my master pleases, I will obey him in every way," she whispered and 
bowed her head.
	"You make me proud to be your master," he said with evident satisfaction. 
	"Remove your garment child."
	Judith felt like a naughty girl and blushed deeply, making her stepfather 
harden all the more. He had seen her so often quite nude but this time she knew 
his looking would have far greater meaning. This time when he saw her 
nakedness, he would then proceed to take the final barrier of girlhood and make 
her into a woman. She wasn't sure she wanted him to. Why should she let this 
man whom she detested even though she had promised to obey? Why should she 
allow him the pleasure of knowing for the rest of his life that he had finally taken 
a virgin and destroyed a hymen? Why? Because if she didn't, she would find 
herself blue and black from the beating he promised her. She could even end up 
dead from the ferocity of the beating. He wanted her maidenhead and he intended 
to take it. Why, oh why didn't she poke her finger up inside and break it herself? 
At least she wouldn't have to live with the memory of his self-satisfaction. 
	All these thoughts ran through her mind in the split second it took to look 
up into his eyes and then allow her mother to peel the gown up her body and lift it 
over her head. She stood still, her eyes downcast; her skin cool once the garment 
had been removed. She felt her lips trembling and thought she might burst out in 
tears but the moment his fingers touched her now sizeable nipples, she took a 
deep breath and refused to give him the pleasure of knowing how nervous she 
really was.
	His cock was poking through the open folds of the robe and actually 
dripped lubrication onto the carpet, so aroused was he. Judith didn't feel aroused 
at all, in fact she hoped he would do it fast to get it over with. But the Master had 
no intention of shortening his anticipation.
	He held one nipple, now erect and hard, in the fingers of both hands and 
manipulated it as though it were a spinning top, desperately trying to make her 
sigh with aroused passions but he remained disappointed. Judith felt only pain 
and he became disheartened as the hardness of her nipple suddenly became soft. 
	Even his lips were unable to bring back the rubbery texture but he kept on 
sucking and caressing both breasts for a long time, Judith knew not how much 
time elapsed but she was beginning to feel tired standing so still before him and 
as he was half leaning over to reach her breasts he too must have been feeling 
weak as well.
	Eventually he stood up straight, lifted her up with his hands under her 
armpits and sat her on the low bed that had been arranged in the middle of the 
room. This was the only area where the light was bright because two spotlights 
were focused directly over it.
	He pushed her shoulders backwards and she found herself lying on her 
back, her legs being spread far apart and her feet pressed against her bottom, 
opening her pussy widely. 
	Was this it? Is this where he ravaged her virginity, plowing deep inside 
and tearing the precious membrane into two? Was this where she would cry out in 
pain as he did so? Oh, no, not yet. Instead his finger traced circles along her inner 
thighs, up and over her pussy and softly over the pubic mound in such a fashion 
that she couldn't help but gasp from the feelings he was sending to her brain. He 
may not have been able to pleasure her tight little nips but he knew how to please 
her between her legs. The circles became ever smaller as he spiraled inwards, 
closer and closer to her pussy, his face so close to her sex she could feel his warm 
breath on her dampness.
	"Oooh," she finally moaned, quite unable to stop her self. She had tried to 
refuse his manipulations but now she couldn't do anything but accept his teasing 
fingers.
	"She responding, baby," her mother whispered and gave him 
encouragement to continue. Soon the fingers touched her secrets.
	She felt a finger run around the edge of her pussy then down across her 
clitoris which made her back arch upwards for that split second. Then the finger 
slid down her lubricated slit and burrowed inside. He fucked the entrance with his 
fingertip making very sure her hymen wasn't in any danger.
	"Oh, you sweet little fuck machine, I can smell your muskyness. Oh shit, 
it's so sweet," he moaned as though talking to himself. Judith wanted more, she 
wanted his finger back over her clitoris and she found herself actually pleading 
for it.
	"Master, please make me come. Please rub my clitty. Pleeease."
	"Ah, at last my young beauty is feeling a little randy. You've got to ask me 
nicer than that, sweet tits before your Master does what you want."
	"Please, dear Master, make love to my clitty. I love you, Master. I love 
you and want you to do whatever you want with me but please make me come, 
just one time. Just now. Please, dear Master."
	Immediately she felt the warmth of his mouth closing over her pussy and 
his tongue began to lick the silky surfaces, sending blinding shivers right up her 
spine and across the surface of her head. Nothing he or her mother had done to 
her so far had ever felt like this. 
	"Oh," she moaned, delirious with the feelings that began to burst within 
her being. Her step-father knew she was about to come and in quick time he knelt 
up, leaving her senses suspended just below an orgasm but still feeling the 
thrilling sensations that were bursting inside, he pressed his cock against her 
maiden vagina and pushed until he could feel the membrane he so wished to 
crush.
	"It is time, baby," he whispered in her ear and pressed harder.
	"Argh," she screamed as the pressure began to bite. "Oh, please stop, 
Daddy. It hurts so much," she screamed, unable to move her body for he held her 
firmly down on the bed with his arms. "No, please stop," she cried and then gave 
an ear-piercing scream and fainted.
	At that precise moment, Ralph destroyed her virginity, feeling the barrier 
part across the tip of his cock as he thrust all the way inside. The youngster 
remained limp in a dead faint.
	"Oh shit, Val, I've killed her. She's dead," he screamed and immediately 
pulled out and saw a stream of blood flow from her open pussy. "Oh, shit, what 
are we going to do? Quick, do something." He was jumping from foot to foot, his 
cock limp and swaying from side to side as he moved, spattering droplets of 
crimson coloured lubricant around the room.
	Valma collapsed in a fit of laughter, and took a long time to regain her 
composure for every time she looked up at him she saw the look of dread all over 
his face. Ralph wasn't aware of her mirth still sure he had killed the girl somehow 
and was literally dancing up and down on the spot. Then he heard laughter 
coming from somewhere. Laughter. Someone was watching them and they were 
laughing. "Outside; they can see inside," he called out and made for the door then 
realised he was stark naked. He reached for the robe he had discarded then saw 
his wife still in fits of laughter.
	"What the fuck's the matter with you, you stupid bitch?" he shouted, 
straightening up and looking at her in dismay. "What's so funny about…?" Then 
he stopped stock still.
	Judith had regained consciousness just seconds later and was trying to sit 
up only to discover her feet were wedged under her bottom and she couldn't 
move them. She too looked up at the commotion her mind still dazed until the 
burning soreness brought her back to reality.
	"Have you done it," Daddy? Oh, I mean, Master."
	"What?" He asked dully, still not sure what was happening. 
	"Ralph, baby, she just fainted. You didn't hurt her. All you did was lose 
your erection," she told him, her mind still in an uproar thinking of his antics. 
	Then she said to her daughter, "Lay back, baby. As soon as I get Daddy hard 
again, he'll finish what he set out to do."
	"But it hurts, Mummy," she complained.
	"Let Daddy fuck you, baby. He wants to and you promised, didn't you?"
	"Yes," she agreed doubtfully and looking at Ralph standing there in the 
nude, his cock soft and very small.
	Her mother crawled towards her husband and began stroking his penis. 
	When it began to grow, she sucked it between her lips and holding his hips for 
balance began to suck him back to hardness. She had done this so often she had 
become an expert at what Ralph enjoyed and her tongue tickled him in just the 
right places so that he was erect within thirty seconds. She tasted the metallic 
taste of her daughter's spilled blood.
	"Now you can finish, baby. Better do it quickly because she might cut up 
rough this time. I think you've frightened the shit out of her."
	Judith resisted but was no match for his strength and soon he had her legs 
parted and his cock pressing against her sex once again.
	"Oh, you're hurting me, Daddy," she cried out as his cock 'drove past her 
torn membrane for the second time. "Ouch, oh, that's killing me," she screamed.
	Valma laid down beside her daughter and began calming her with soft 
whispers of encouragement while Ralph began to thrust in and out in quick hard 
strokes. He began to groan and in quick succession his body raised and he roared 
aloud as the first spurts of semen splashed deep inside the terrified girl. There was 
little feeling for the youngster who continued screaming loudly for his efforts 
made her vagina feel as though a thousand red-hot pokers were pushing into her 
softness all at once.
	He kept thrusting until the last drop had been discharged. Then he 
slumped down and laid full weight on his new conquest. The poor girl gasped for 
breath, trying to push him off, to get his cock out of her body and his weight off 
so she could breathe again. Eventually Valma helped and between them, Ralph 
was pushed onto his side and Judith sat up.
	That was when she saw the blood soaked sheet beneath her and she 
screamed again, this time in genuine fright. "Mummy, look what he did. I'm 
dying," she cried, daring not to move.
	"Oh, shush. It's just virgin's blood. Mine was much worse that that," her 
mother admonished her, lying because she knew her loss was insignificant 
compared to the large crimson blob that spread under her daughter's bottom. 
	"You'll wear a Kotex for a day and it will all be forgotten."
	"I won't forget," the youngster stated fervently, hating her stepfather as 
she had never done before. But she knew she had to hold that hatred inside and 
not let them know her true feelings.

Chapter Twenty One
	Her parents made no sexual overtures to her for a week after her 
deflowerment and the pain they had put her through soon faded into 
insignificance. Judith returned to college and was actually enjoying herself once 
more, completing assignments and telling herself the molestation was finally 
over. On the Friday after her ordeal, she arrived home from school and was met at 
the door by her mother who actually kissed her on the cheek.
	"Have a nice day at school, dear?"
	"Yes, thanks, Mum. It was O.K."
	"I'm glad. Pop up and get your homework out of the way, baby," she said 
casually, patting Judith on the bottom. It was just one more reason for the young 
girl to feel happy, knowing she was loved and cherished.
	Then at the dinner table as her mother was clearing up the dishes she 
spoke to Judith. "Off and have a nice hot shower, baby. Wear your see-through 
nightie and come into our bedroom. We have a surprise for you."
	"Wha…? What did you say, Mum?" Judith had heard quite clearly but the 
shock of the announcement took a long time to sink in to her mind. 
	"You heard, baby. Don't keep Daddy waiting."

	They were both in bed when she crept into their room. She expected them 
to be naked and they were both siting up against the bed-head, their chests naked, 
her mothers large breasts tilted upward as they always did.  
	"Ah, our little love child. Did you miss my cock baby?" Ralph sneered. 
	"Come and let Daddy feel his little bitch up."
	"Ralph, baby, be nice to our daughter. After all she is going to make you 
feel nice, aren't you, Pixie?"
	Judith couldn't bring herself to answer.
	"Well? Aren't you going to make Daddy feel nice? You will let him fuck 
you, won't you, little Pixie?"
	"You know I shouldn't be made to do things like this," Judith protested. "I 
hate it," she added petulantly. 
	"You will be punished, Pixie, you know that. Bring the strap, baby and 
take your medicine."
	"No. Mummy, you can't do that. It's not right. I'm twenty-one now."
	"You live under our roof so you are still our daughter. And I'm not going 
to do a thing. Your Daddy is, after all it was he you were rude to. Now bring it 
here," she demanded so forcefully that Judith knew she had no choice. When did 
she ever have a choice anyway?
	As she turned back to face her persecutors she saw the lust on her step-
father's face and too, a demented look that said he was going to enjoy this task 
more than even the taking of her virginity.
	"Please don't hurt me, Master," she whimpered as she handed him the 
thick leather strap that would soon be laid over her poor bottom.
	"Lay over my legs, you little whore and lift that nightie up. Legs wide 
apart."
	She found herself sprawled over the centre of the bed her naked bottom 
propped up slightly where her crotch was pushed up by his knees. She cried 
quietly from the humiliation of having to give in like she always did and from the 
torment of what was about to happen.
	"I'll tell you this just once, little fuck," her father said without emotion. 
	"This is going to be a silent beating. If I hear so much as a gasp from you, I will 
personally tie you to the bed and beat you until you are unconscious. Hear that 
bitch?"
	"I can't… I couldn't, Master. I just know I will scream out," she pleaded 
helplessly.
	"Then you can expect the beating of your life. Believe me, I will do it."
	She knew he would and gritted her teeth, clutched the bedclothes with 
each hand and closed her eyes tightly. If I think of something else maybe the pain 
won't be so bad, she told herself as she waited for her beating to begin. She felt 
his legs move beneath her and the swish of air the moment before it landed right 
across the centre of her bottom cheeks.
	Oh, how it hurt. As though a red hot rod had been laid across her flesh and 
allowed to burn into her. How she didn't scream out from the pain she never 
knew but she clenched her teeth and lips together so hard waiting for the next. It 
came immediately after the first, scorching an already burning bottom, a wide 
sharp line of pink immediately emerging and then raising the skin as though it 
were blistered.  Ralph's eyes were glassy as he laid the third stroke down on her 
bottom as hard as he could and the thrill of seeing her whole body jerk upwards as 
the crack of leather on soft flesh echoed around the room like thunder. It was all 
too much for him and he threw the strap down, pulled his legs from under the 
stricken girl and shouted almost maniacally, "Suck my cock, you slut. You nearly 
made me come so you can finish it off."
	Judith felt herself being pulled around by both her parents until she was 
presented with the slimy head of his cock before her eyes.
	"Suck your daddy, Pixie," her mother encouraged her. "Make your master 
happy, baby."
	No sooner had she opened her lips to allow the wet missile inside than she 
felt the first ejaculation and the splash of semen against the back of her throat.
	"Swallow, baby. Swallow your master's seed. Can you taste how nice it 
is?"
	All the while her mother was whispering to her daughter, Ralph was 
thrusting deeper and deeper, groaning loudly from the pleasures he was receiving 
from each new spurt."
	"Lick the head, Pixie. That's what they like."
	Judith licked and swallowed, licked and swallowed until she thought he 
was never going to stop. Finally, she felt his body slacken and he flopped back 
onto the pillows, and with a heavy gasp of breath she felt his spurtings cease. She 
didn't dare pull her lips away. What should she do? Run out of the room and 
leave them alone? Kiss Ralph and thank him for allowing her to do what she did? 
	No, she just couldn't do that but in the split second of thought running through 
her mind she wasn't sure that's what her mother would make her do anyway.
	Instead, she laid her head down on his thigh and waited for his cock to 
shrink until it slipped out of her mouth by itself, leaving a trail of semen across 
her chin. The reality of what had happened then returned to her and she cautiously 
slipped her hand over her still burning bottom. She could feel the ridges of raised 
flesh where each stroke had landed. "Oh, it's blistered," she said quietly.
	"It will go away, baby. Girls have to learn to live with spanked bottoms. 
It's a man's privilege to spank his women whenever he chooses. You just have to 
accept it," came her mother's cruel reply. It was said gently but the reality hurt 
the young woman deeply.
	"They all do it, Mum?" She asked incredulously.
	"Even your real father spanked me, baby. He liked to do it before he 
fucked me. It gave him a real good hard-on."
	"Oh," was all she could say. Judith looked up into her mother's face and 
asked, "Can I go to my room now?"
	"Just wait a while, baby. He might want to fuck you properly when he 
wakes up."
	He did showing no regard for her burning bottom and rammed himself 
hard into her for an endless barrage of fucking until at last he ejaculated and 
immediately fell asleep beside her. She was his sex slave every night for the next 
two weeks before his virility finally gave up.

	She had been left alone for several nights and relished the privacy of her 
room once again. One evening just as she was falling asleep she found her mother 
shaking her awake. "Wake up, Pixie. I have something to do?"
	"What… What is it, Mummy?"
	"Roll over and kneel up on the bed."
	Judith felt her mother feeling between her legs and then a cold instrument 
was placed against her bottom hole. "Just hold still for a moment, baby. I have to 
push this inside."
	"What are you doing?" The stricken girl cried out in alarm.
	"If you don't stay still I'll have to get Ralph in to help me, now be still."
	Judith felt the cold thing being pressed against her and begin to slip inside. 
	It was the most awful thing her mother had ever done, she told herself and began 
to cry aloud.
	"Oh, do be quiet. It's to help you, not hurt."
	"Help? How? What is it?"
	"It's to help your bottom to open easier when your daddy, your Master 
fucks you there, so your hole won't be torn. It's called a but-plug."
	"Oh, why does he want to keep doing that?? I mean put his thing in my 
bottom? Surely men want a girl's pussy, not the other hole, it's so filthy."
	"He fucks me there more than my pussy baby because it's so much tighter 
than a cunt, see and his spunk doesn't get all over the bed afterwards. It can stay 
inside until I go to the toilet the next morning."
	"Oh, yuk, that sounds so awful. Even when I know he likes it better than 
elsewhere? But it hurts so much and it could cause us injury much more than if he 
used the proper place, surely."
	"Not as long as he takes it slowly. But sometimes he goes at it like a bull 
at a gate and it hurts then. Make sure he has plenty of KY on his cock. Insist on it, 
baby."
	"But sometimes he won't let me."
	"That's when it really hurts because his cock won't be slippery enough to 
slide in easily. Your bum isn't as moist as your cunt." She pushed the instrument 
in further and then patted her daughter's bottom.
	"There. Leave it there for the next couple of days then I'll put a larger one 
in. That should make you more flexible the next time he wants it that way. After 
that he'll only use one when he wants to punish you. Make you wear it for a week 
or more. He just likes to know that you know he knows. Understand?"
	"I hate him, Mum. He's so gross and what he does to me isn't right, you 
know that."
	"Sure I know it but who's going to tell. You know why, don't you?"
	"Yes," the girl whispered. She always knew she had no choice but to 
allow anything he desired.
	"Pixie, I've got some friends over tomorrow for bridge and I'd like to 
show you off to them. You've grown into such a beautiful girl and I know they'd 
all like to meet you. Could you hurry home from school and help serve afternoon 
tea for me."
	"Will Daddy, I mean my Master be there?"
	"No, he won't be home until late. You don't have to wear this thing to 
school tomorrow but make sure you put it back before he gets home after dinner. 
I'm sure he'll want to see how it looks on you."
	"Oh, alright. Are they staying for dinner then? Your friends."
	"No, just for afternoon tea. You'll like them, baby. They're nice people."
Judith had met very few of her mother's friends, Ralph being the reason 
there were so very few of them. A tea party sounded nice and she was thrilled to 
be able to help in such a simple way.
	"It will be nice, Mum. Oh, this thing does feel big" she said.
	"Ha, ha. You'll get used to it. Just leave it in overnight and take it out in 
the morning before you go to school."

	She heard the chatter of females as she opened the door and the 
excitement grew in her mind. She quickly threw her schoolbooks into her room 
and tentatively put her face around the door.
	"Ah, there you are, baby. Come in and meet my friends," her mother said, 
walking over and putting an arm around her shoulders. "Ladies this is my 
daughter, Judy. She's grown up since you last saw her."
	"Oh, how pretty you are, my dear."
	"You really have grown up. A young lady now."
	"I'll bet the boys are beating a path to your doorstep," one said slyly.
	"Hello, Judy, I'm Veronica."
	Judith was overwhelmed with their words and found herself blushing 
shyly.
	"I think we've played enough today, girls. What do you think, time for 
tea?"
	They all agreed and Val moved them into the lounge room. Judith served 
her mother's friends with tea and cakes her mother had prepared. They all sat 
around, chatting happily, little jokes and lots of laughter filling the room.
She answered questions about her age, her college and her friends. That 
was the hardest because all she could do was tell little white lies. She had no 
friends except her parents and even they couldn't be classed as friends, more like 
her masters.
	"Are you still a virgin?" Veronica asked.
	"A virg… Oh, I…" she mumbled, blushing furiously and unable to 
answer.
	"She's been a naughty girl a few times, haven't you, baby?" Her mother 
broke in and Judith couldn't believe she would divulge such intimate details. "But 
she's such a good girl, really. She does everything she's told without a word of 
objection."
	Judith could feel the mood of the room change and realised every woman 
was watching her intently, watching her every move, her every blush. She should 
have known her mother wouldn't just have a card afternoon for her friends. She 
had never done that before.
	"Oh, I'd like to see what she really looks like, Val," Veronica said with 
purpose to her voice. The others all chimed in with similar requests.
	"It looks as though you'll have to take your clothes off, Pixie, and let the 
girls see just how beautiful you really are."
	"Mum, no," Judith screamed and began to run from the room.
	"I'll tell Ralph, Pixie." It was enough to make the young girl stop in her 
tracks. She looked back and saw the five women had formed a semicircle leaving 
an opening for her to return to the fold as it were.
	"Just take them off slowly, baby, and turn around slowly too so everyone 
can see you. Start now. I don't want to get cross with you again."
	The women watched her with anticipation all over their faces. She was 
cornered in one of her mother's dirty little games and she had nowhere to go. Her 
mother's words kept repeating inside her brain: she's such a good girl she does 
everything she's told without a word of objection, and she knew that was exactly 
true.
	With eyes downcast she began to unbutton her blouse, turning all the 
while to showing each woman of her progress. As soon as the last button was 
undone several hands helped her remove the garment and they gasped aloud as 
they saw her bra covered firm breasts.
	"Oh, you are a beauty."
	"Very beautiful, my dear."
	"I could eat you all up you look so scrumptious."
	"I love your breasts, Judy," Veronica said simply.
	She fumbled with the zipper in her skirt but hands were quick to assist and 
she was soon stepping out of the garment. Someone unclipped her bra before she 
had the chance to do it herself and another slipped her panties down her legs. 
	Someone kneeled and helped her remove her shoes and socks.  Her necklace, and 
wristwatch were taken away, even the cygnet ring she wore was removed until 
she stood before them stark naked. As she continued to turn hands came out and 
stroked her breasts as she passed each woman.
	"She is so beautiful, Val, she makes me wet, you know where. Do you 
think she could kneel on the arms of the big chair?" Judith knew it was 
Veronica's voice.
	"Of course she can, she wants to please, you know. Up you go, Pixie."
	She knew what she would be exposing to them, the whole of her pussy 
and bottom and her breasts would hang downwards as well. She was going to 
show every intimate secret. Hands were everywhere, helping her balance herself, 
placing her knees near the ends of each arm of the chair so she had to stretch full 
out for her hands to hold the back of the chair. 
	"Enjoy yourselves, girls," her mother said as she began to clear up the 
dishes. The girls did exactly that, feeling every crevice, invading every opening, 
stroking every square inch of girl flesh, kissing and licking the whole surface of 
her body including inside every opening. For more than an hour she was subjected 
to lesbian love, as she had never known before. It was humiliating and she cried 
throughout but that only made the ladies try harder to please the young woman, 
whispering kindness while raping her with finger and tongue. 

Chapter Twenty Two
	Later that evening, after her violation by the women, after the tears had 
dried and she had gained some semblance of normality, Judith laid on her bed 
thinking about what they had done to her. She hated her mother for tricking her 
into the situation but at least the women never made her do things to them. All 
that had happened after the shock of having to undress in front of four strangers 
was to allow them to touch her. She was caressed and stroked all over, invaded in 
every opening with fingers and tongues, licked and sucked all over and they gave 
her at least five orgasms in the hour or so they had used her. But not once was she 
made to return any caress or touch. She was pleasured and they became aroused 
by being given the opportunity of manipulating a grown girl that way but she was 
never made to reciprocate. And every orgasm she had achieved was deep and 
satisfying even though she made great objection each time she felt one coming 
on. It was embarrassing being made to orgasm in front of strangers but the 
feelings had been most enjoyable. She had rarely been given more than one 
climax when she had sex with her parents and quite often she had been sent away 
unfulfilled once Ralph had ejaculated.
	She smiled to herself as she remembered all the climaxes of the afternoon, 
rolling onto her back as her fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy. She 
was halfway towards another when she felt her hand grasped and removed from 
her vagina. 
	"Let me do that for you, baby. You deserve it," her mother said softly as 
she calmed her daughter. Judith jumped at the intrusion but was gently pushed 
back on the bed and her mother pressed her lips to the young girl's wet sex slit. 
	It didn't take long for her mother to bring her to another climax, this one 
as strong as any the women had given her during the day. Val allowed her 
daughter a few minutes to recover as she cuddled her in her arms and then said, 
	"It's time to move, baby. We have to go out. Take a quick shower, put on your 
lacy bra and panties and a clean school uniform. I want you back here in fifteen 
minutes. Go on, now."
	"Where are we going?" The surprised girl asked.
	"I'll tell you on the way. Hurry now." She pushed her daughter to her feet 
and patted her bottom to hurry her along.

	"I promised you would help with a task that someone is struggling with," 
her mother told her.
	"Who? What tas…?"
	"Hush and listen. I promised Veronica to bring you to her place because 
she has a problem that only someone like you could help her with. I know you 
will do everything you can to help her."
	"Veronica? Oh, my god, Mummy. She wants to have sex with me, doesn't 
she? She was the one who got me into what happened this afternoon, I just know 
it."
	"Sure she did and it excited me watching you get felt up but don't you 
dare say you didn't enjoy it. I know you did. Moaning and gasping as though you 
hated every minute of it but I know differently. You did like what they did to you, 
didn't you?"
	Judith held her silence for a moment and then in a small voice admitted it 
was true. She felt like a little girl being caught out doing something naughty.
	"Then you will enjoy this as well. But Veronica doesn't want you to give 
her sex. Just wait and see."
	"Tell me, Mummy. What is she going to do?"
	"It will spoil the surprise."
	"Pleeese."
	"Stop whining."
	"I hate you."
	"I'm going to strap your bottom when we get home"
	"I don't care, I hate you."
	"But you like me giving you sex."
	"I still hate you."
	"That changes it to the cane."
	"I hate you."
	"Ten strokes."
	"I… I'm sorry."	

	"Hello again so soon, Judy. I'm pleased you agreed to come," Veronica 
said with a welcoming smile. "Come on in, dear. And thank you, Val. I was sure 
Judy would agree to help me out."
	"What do you want me…" Judith asked, unable to keep quiet any longer.
	"Oh, it's a very delicate matter. Come in and I'll explain. What would you 
like to drink, dear?"
	"Oh. Oh, a coke I guess. If you have one."
	"I think we can make it a little stronger that that. Would you like 
champagne?"
	"Champagne? Oh, yes please," she said with a smile towards her mother. 
She had not tasted Champagne since the night of her deflowering.
	"Then champagne it is," Veronica said and left the room.
	"Should I have said that, Mummy. Is she trying to get me drunk?"
	"Just something to help you relax, baby, that's all. I'm sure she wants you 
to be wide awake."
	"Here we are," Veronica said, handing the youngster a glass of foaming 
wine. "To all of us and especially you, my dear Judy," she toasted, and all three 
women clinked their glasses in salute. There was an atmosphere of friendship 
despite all that had happened earlier in the day. 
	"You will help me out, won't you Judy? I know of no-one else who could 
do what I need."
	"What do you want?"
	"Please say you will for I know you can do it and do it well."
	"But what is it?"
	"Pixie, don't harp so much. Just tell Veronica you'd love to help her."
	"Oh, alright, I will," Judith agreed under duress.
	"Oh, thank you, dear. I was hoping you would. Freddie, come here 	
please."
	"What is it, Mother?" A young boy poked his head around the door and 
blushed when he saw Judith. Judith felt decidedly unhappy at seeing him. He was 
a brat from the seventh grade and was often rude and even threatening towards 
her and many of the other girls her age.
	"Come in, Freddie. Do you know, Judy? She goes to the same school as 
you but she's in the twelth grade. Have you noticed her at school?"
	"Oh, yes, a few times." Freddie too looked decidedly unhappy and was 
expecting to be hauled over the coals for one of his latest barrages of foul 
language towards Judy and her friends.
	"I thought you might. She has agreed to help us."
	"Help? How could she help us?" He asked with almost a sneer on his face.
	"Do you remember what you asked me a few days ago?"
	"Ask you? When?"	
	"The other night when I tucked you in?"
	Freddie blushed fearfully and Judy wondered if he wasn't going to have a 
heart attack, his face became so red.
	"Uhm, you mean…?"
	"You do remember, don't you?"
	"Yes."
	"I thought you would. Well, Judy has agreed to help us out with that very 	
question."
	"She has?" He asked incredulously. "You mean… I mean she… She is 
going to show me?"
	"She agreed, didn't you, Judy?"
	"I… I suppose I did," Judith stammered knowing she had been drawn into 
something she was going to regret.
	"Good girl. Well, what Freddie asked his mummy, that's me of course, 
was what girls looked like. Isn't that so, Freddie?"
	"Yes," he said in a whisper, his head looking down at the floor and the 
blush becoming even deeper red.
	"Of course it wan and Judy has agreed to take her clothes off so you can 
see what girls really look like. Would you care to begin now, Judy dear?"
	"You mean in front of… of him?" She screamed out in alarm.
	"That's right. Just do it slowly like this afternoon. I know Freddie will 
appreciate your gesture."
	"But… But he's a boy."
	"That's why he's so curious. He doesn't have a sister to look at and after 	
what you did today, I was sure you wouldn't mind showing Freddie as well."
	"But he'll tell everyone. He's always mean to me and my friends and I 
know he'll tell every boy in the school what he saw."
	"You won't tell anyone, do you hear me, Freddie?"
	"Yes, Mummy?"	
	Judith almost sniggered when she heard what he called his mother. It 
seemed right that girls should call their parents by Mummy and Daddy but it just 
sounded absurd when boys did too.
	"You know what happens if I ever hear that you even hinted to one of your 
nasty little friends. If Judy comes to me and complains, you will receive you 
know what, young man. Now promise me it will always remain a secret within 
this room."
	"I promise, Mummy."
	"And what will happen if you tell someone?"
	"You'll sent the photos to my teachers and to the rest of my class."
	"Would you ever want me to do that, Freddie?"
	"No," the boy pleaded with anguish in his voice. Val looked at Veronica, 	
intrigued about something that upset the boy so much. She made a note to have 
her friend divulge the secret sometime soon.
	"Then there's no reason not to start, is there, Judy?"
	"You want me to undress in front of him? Mummy, please let me go 
home."
	"Judy," her mother warned with a hard look.
	She began to unbutton her school frock. Ten buttons down the front and 
the garment fell around her feet as she stood in front of this brat with bulging 
eyes, his mouth half open in wonderment. She looked at Veronica hoping that this 
was all she had to do but knew it wasn't.
	She slowly bent her arms around her back and unclipped the bra, holding 	
it against her chest with the other hand. "Mum, please…," she pleaded with her 
eyes.
	"Take it off, Pixie."
	The young girl, more embarrassed that the boy by now, let the lacy bra fall 
to the floor. She covered herself for a moment but decided to do what was 
expected and let her arms fall to her sides. The boy simply gaped in awe at breasts 
that looked so arousing. Judith could see his cock erect beneath his trousers and a 
small wet spot that was developing. She knew all about men's wet spots.
Without further prompting, she looked the boy squarely in the eyes and 
lowered her panties then stepped out of them and stood still, letting him see her 
nakedness. 
	"Come and sit beside, Mummy, Freddie darling," Veronica said patting 
the settee beside her. "Do you like looking at girls with no clothes on, baby?"
	"Yes," he stammered.
	"Come and stand closer, Judy. You're the first girl he's seen without 
clothes on. I think you've aroused his naughty little peepee."
	She now stood almost touching the boy's knees. 
	"Open your legs, Judy. Wider, please. There, baby, can you see her sex? 
It's where boys fuck girls. Do you like it?"
	"What? Fucking girls? I haven't Mummy, I promise."
	"I mean do you like looking at Judy's cunt?"
	"Oh, ye…," he began and went into a heavy bout of coughing, having 
sucked saliva into his windpipe. 
	"Ha, ha, obviously you do," his mother laughed happily, hitting him hard 
on the back to help his discomfort. "Did you expect her cunt to look like that, 
baby?"
	"No… I mean, I never knew what it looked like."
	"You can touch her if you like." Judith's mother said to the boy.
	"No," Judith gasped and stepped away only to receive a firm slap on the 
backside. "Yes," her mother said firmly. Judith stepped back in front of the boy 
and closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at him while he felt her up.
She felt his fingers tickle her nipples then squeeze each breast.
	"Girls love that, Freddie but you must be gentle. Why don't you kiss them 
and tell her how lovely they are." This was Veronica's voice.
	Judith felt his warm breath on her cool breasts and then the touch of his 
lips. It was a child's kiss right down to the loud smack of his lips but it evidently 
moved Freddie to greater heights for she felt his hands hold her hips and pull her 
closer towards him. His legs opened and she was soon trapped between his thighs, 
her pussy just a little above his crotch for she could feel the tops of her thighs 
pressing against his boyish erection. He was definitely hard.
	His hands slowly moved upwards as if waiting to be told to stop but when 
no one objected he became more courageous and was soon molding both breasts 
in his hands. Judith felt a shiver run right up her spine, not in disgust but of 
arousal, knowing what her body was doing to this young boy. And the feelings his 
hands sent through her body were just wonderful. She knew she had grown into a 
slut for that's what boys called girls like her but deep down she didn't care. The 
feelings of arousal were so strong that she wanted more. She wanted little Freddie 
to fuck her and make her come. She wanted to cry out, 'Oh, please, Freddie, put 
your fingers up my cunt and make me come. Do anything just make me come and 
come.' How she wished she could spurt out white sperm like men do. It would 
show her lovers just how much she liked what they do to her.
	"Mummy, she's peeing," Freddie said, his voice jolting her from the 
private thoughts she was having.
	Peeing? I am not, she told herself and then realised she was leaking from 
her pussy, not pee but lubrication. She was ready to be fucked by anyone who 
wanted to and she desperately ached for Freddie to do it to her in front of both 
their mothers.
	"Please make me come," she pleaded, not caring what Freddie thought.
	"Would you like Freddie to fuck you, Judy?" Veronica asked.
	"Yes, anything. I just want to come."
	"How many times have you come today, Judy?"
	"I don't know. I just need to do it again. Please let me." She knew she was 
drawing a completely sluttish picture to all in the room but she couldn't help 
herself.
	"Is she on the Pill," Veronica asked, obviously her mother.
	"Yes, ever since she was thirteen."
	"Very wise. Will we let Freddie have his first fuck?"
	"I don't mind," Judith's mother said. "It might be fun to watch."
	"Get undressed, Freddie. It's your lucky day."
	"What? In front of them?"
	"Do you want to have your first fuck?"
	"Yes."
	"Then get undressed and quickly. She won't hang around all day. Judy, lay 
back on the carpet and spread yourself for the boy. He's just learning so you'll 
have to show him what to do." Veronica was relishing the role of director.
	"Please make him go slow, Veronica. I really want him to give me a 
come."
	"There she is, Freddie. Get your cock inside her cunt and poke her good."
	"What do I do?" The boy asked dumbly.
	Veronica leaned down and took her son's cock in her hand. "Push it in 
here, baby. Slowly, you don't want to hurt her. Slowly, that's right, now push in 
deeper. Yes, good boy. Now push yourself in and out. Yes like that. Slowly now, 
not too fast; you have to make her feel nice too. Is it nice baby?"
Freddie couldn't answer. All he wanted was to fuck the living shit out of 
this girl and he found the faster he thrust inside the nicer he felt. Inevitably, his 
climax rose like a volcano and with a mighty groan he discharged his first 
ejaculation into the desperate girl's vagina.
	"No. Not yet. Don't stop yet, Freddie. Fuck me some more. Oh, please 
don't stop," she wailed as the exhausted boy slumped full weight on top of her. 
Freddie was ready to go to sleep right there and then.
	"Freddie, get off the poor girl," Veronica told her son but he never moved. 
Then the boy lifted his head and whispered, "Mummy, I've done peepee in her 
thing."
	"You haven't, you funny boy, it's sperm. You've had your first fuck. Was 
it nice?"
	"Uhm, yes, I guess so."
	"Well it wasn't much good for me," Judith growled and pushed him off of 
her. A stream of sperm drained down her leg as she walked to her purse, took a 
handkerchief out and clamped it between her legs. "Where's the bathroom?"
	Veronica came with her and produced a washer and towel to clean herself 
up with. "You've got to forgive him, Judy. He's never done it before. All his body 
told him, was to fuck until he came. Come back and let him watch you have a 
climax. It will wake him up to what is needed."
	"Will you give me an orgasm, then?" 
	"Yes, which ever way you want one."
	"With your tongue like you did this afternoon."
	"Ah, you liked that did you?"
	"Yes."
	"Then that's the one you'll have tonight as well, even if it is all sloppy 
with my son's cum.."
	As Veronica kneeled between the young girl's legs Judy said, "I want you 
to be naked too."
	"Not in front of my son."
	"Yes."
	"No."
	"Yes, you owe me."
	"Oh, shit. Freddie, go to your room."	
	"Oh, why, Mummy?"
	"No, he stays to watch, that was what you said."
	"Shit," she said loudly and began to undress. "I've got my period so 
there's no way I'm removing the panties."
	Judith didn't object. She spread her legs wide and held her pussy lips open 
for Freddie's mother to suck her to heaven. She swore to herself that she could 
see angels playing their harps.

Chapter Twenty Three
	"Go to your bedroom and prepare, Pixie. You have some stripes due to 
you," her mother said as she closed the door.
Judith gasped as the realisation set in but knew better than to object. She 
ran to her room and quickly undressed. She had learned from the many beatings 
she had endured at the hands of her mother and Ralph, how to present herself and 
as Valma came into the room, she found her daughter standing at the foot of the 
bed, her legs so wide apart that her feet were pressing against each of the bed 
legs. As always, she was leaning over the bed, her weight pressing down on her 
arms that were outstretched and almost in the centre of the bed.
	She waited for the feeling up process that both Ralph and her mother 
made her endure before each beating started. Her mother's fingers delved into her 
vagina and rectum, poking deeply and twirling around inside. "Do you like this, 
Pixie?"
	"Yes," was her usual response for to object now would mean a harsher 
beating. She had to enjoy everything her parents did to her. Take it all and let 
them know she loved every moment of it.
	"Tell me how much you like having fingers in your cunt and arsehole."
	"I love to feel it, Mum. It makes me feel sexy."
	"Are you a slut, Pixie?"
	"Yes, I'm a slut, Mum. I'll do anything you tell me."
	"Then I'll give you three choices. Ten cuts with the cane on you bum and 
legs as hard as I can give them or twenty with the horse crop on your tits as hard 
as I can give them. Or you can suck Mum's cunt until you give her five orgasms 
like you had this afternoon. We'll forget about the last one you just got."
	"Oh," the girl gasped. She knew immediately which one she would choose 
but had to play out the game. "Will you hit my little nips when you crop my tits, 
Mum?"
	"Every time, Pixie, and hard too."
	"Then I'll choose to suck your cunt, Mum."
	"I'll take a shower and be back. You better be very good to me tonight, 
baby or you'll get the cane and the crop," she said hurrying to the bathroom. 
	"I will." She carried out the act of lesbian incest for more than five hours 
before she brought the woman to her targeted orgasms.. Both she and her mother 
were quite exhausted after Valma came the fifth time and they fell asleep in each 
other's arms. Not even Ralph coming in after three o'clock in the morning woke 
them up and he just shrugged and slid in beside them. He was also too sleepy to 
do anything about two naked women in his bed.

	"We're going to have a little fun tonight, Judy," Ralph told her at dinner 
some weeks later.
	"What, Daddy?"
	"It's my cards night and the boys are coming here tonight."
	"Oh, that's nice," Judith answered, knowing something more was going to 
happen than just a card game. "I have lots of homework so I'll be out of your 
way."
	"Not tonight, baby. Tonight I need you down with us because I've 
arranged to give the boys a special treat. I need you to help."
	"What? What do you want me to do, Daddy?" Here it was, she thought.
	"I told the boys you would entertain us while we played," he said with a 
grin.
	"Entertain? What do you mean?"
	"You know what I mean. The way you entertain me sometimes," he said 
with a wink and a smirk.
	"You mean fucking? You want me to fuck your friends?" She shrieked so 
loudly her mother rushed into the room.
	"What is it, Pixie?"
	"It's Daddy. He wants me to…"
	"Not fucking you stupid little bitch. Just a bit of fun. Show a tit here and 
there, a little striptease just to please them. It's alright, Val. She's getting upset 
over nothing."
	"You want me to get naked for them, don't you?"
	"Well, you could do that," he replied, the grin still showing. He really 
didn't care what she thought.
	"And they'd touch me too, I suppose?" Her voice began to tremble and 	
she fought to remain calm. 
	"Look, baby. This is how it's going to be. I want you to wear a real short 
skirt and a top so tight your tits stick out everywhere. Just to give them a little 
thrill, you know? You'll be the drinks waitress and if they want to get a little feel 
in here and there, what does that matter, eh? They're my friends after all. I 
promised them you'd put on a show, you know like the broads do at the lap 
dancing places. You'll dance on the table and show a bit of pussy; give them a 
look and a feel. It'll make them drink up all the more and get drunk enough that 
I'll be able to take them for a roll. Should be easy. Oh, there will be a bit of 
fucking because I promised the biggest looser gets to take you up to your room for 
an hour. But what's an hour, Judy? Shit, you sucked your mother for five hours 
the other week."
	"You can't make me," she said defiantly, fire in her eyes but that didn't 
seem to worry Ralph one little bit.
	"I know you won't let me down, you little shit licker." 
	"I want to go to my room," she said turning her back on her father.
	"Oh, and there might be a little bit of cock sucking but that's nothing. 
Besides you'll be under the table then so no-one would see you anyway," he said 
with a laugh as she left the room.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	Judith's mind returned to reality and noticed Theo sitting opposite her, his 
eyes still looking intently at her as she continued.
	"Well, that was the final straw. I went up to my room, bundled all the 
clothes and stuff I could, the little bit of money I had saved and climbed out the 
window and ran to the bus station. I haven't seen Ralph or my mother to this 
day."
	She finally relaxed and laid herself against the back of the armchair. She 
felt exhausted yet exhilarated at having finally told someone the story of her 
schooldays and the tortures she went through. "I haven't let a man touch me 
since."
	Theo looked understandingly into the young woman's eyes and held out 
his hand, which she took. "My dear, I have no idea how you put up with so much 
in your young life and I understand now, your reticence to let anyone touch you, 
let alone an old man like me. I thank you sincerely for telling me your story. It 
must have hurt dreadfully, having to recall so much abuse."
	"I know it was important for you to know why I am so reticent in regard to 
giving myself to any man. But you are no Ralph, Theo. Nor are you anything like 
my mother even though you intend to use your daughter's body for your own 
pleasure. She cared nothing for me and thought nothing of using trickery and 
deception to hurt me for her own evil pleasures. Still I'm no angel either, Theo. 
Some day I'll tell you about the filthy things I've made my two little slaves do and 
you might hate me more than I hate my own mother. But that was how I got my 
relief. I didn't need a man when I had two little sweethearts to pleasure me in any 
way I liked. That is why I can train your dear Emily to do whatever you wish and 
in so doing she will learn the ways I like to be pleasured as well. Does that make 
my position any clearer?"
	"I always knew you had deeper motives for using innocent youngsters to 
have your way with. You have helped me to understand your wish to be involved 
and I believe we will become a great team. You never know, maybe one day we 
will give untold pleasures to each other. Oh, my, look at the time. It's after two 
o'clock in the morning. Stay here tonight, my dear. I promise you won't find a 
randy old man trying to slip into your bed. Not that I wouldn't mind doing so, of 
course," he said with a little laugh.
	"I will stay the night. Thank you. But it wouldn't be good for Emily to 
find me here. I have in mind quite a shock for this young lady at our first 
meeting."
	"You are an evil woman," he said, kissing her on the forehead. "Come, I'll 
show you to your room. It's at the other end of the house and you can leave 
without Emmy seeing you at all."
	"Good night, Sir Theo," she said with a little giggle. "Maybe we will fuck 
sometime, with little Emily's help." She closed the door before he could respond.

Chapter Twenty Four
	"We have a guest for dinner tonight, Emmy. Please come home from 
school and finish your homework quickly. I'll leave your clothes on your bed as 
usual. Make your self pretty, O.K.?'
	"Who's coming, Papa?"
	"It's a surprise. Just be ready. I'll call you around seven o'clock so please 
remain in your room until then."
	"Can't you tell me who it is, Papa? I'd love to know," she asked excitedly.
	"Then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? You know the rules. A hot 
shower and then change into the clothes I leave out for you. I want you on your 
very best behavior tonight. You know what obedience is, of course."
	"Of course I do, Papa. You know I do whatever you tell me to."
	"Good, then you'll obey me tonight as well. Just be ready at seven 
o'clock."
	Emily saw the excitement in her Papa's eyes and wondered if he was 
going to introduce a girl friend he'd met or something. Oh, well, she'd just have 
to wait until tonight but the thought made her feel excited as well.

	Emily completed her homework quickly and immediately rushed to the 
shower. It was when she returned and opened the parcel on her bed that her 
excitement quickly became disappointment. Who could be visiting that her Papa 
would want her to wear her school uniform? Why would he want her dressed like 
this? And he had forgotten to leave any panties out. Surely he must have made a 
mistake. She had to speak with him yet he had been very specific. Don't come 
down until he called her. She had to be ready when he called so she could catch 
him before he vanished back to his guest. 
	Some minutes after seven she heard the call and immediately opened her 
door and called to her Papa. But he either never heard her or decided her response 
was just acknowledging his call. That's what she thought but Theo smiled to 
himself as he heard the plaintive call. He knew very well she would be in a bind 
not knowing who was visiting and being told to wear her school clothes. He 
closed the dining-room door and returned to his guest.
	"She is in such a quandary, Judith. She's never sat at dinner with a guest 
in her school clothes and with no panties at that."
	"You're a very cruel man, Theo, but I like the game very much." She rose 
and kissed him directly on the lips. "It makes me so hot. One day very soon, I will 
feel your hardness inside me. Just be patient." 
	"Then I have things to look forward to, haven't I? Who will be the first? A 
young virgin or a self-imposed celibatarian?"
	"Ah, the mind of men. No wonder I was used and abused so much in my 
early years. Men are such pigs," she smiled back at him.
	"Aren't we all though? And thinking what Emmy is going to go through 
has given me the biggest erection in years."
	"Just keep it that way, my good man. I think I look forward to one of those 
myself after all these years."
	There was a timid knock on the door.
	"Papa," they heard her small voice call. "Papa, can I see you out here 
please."
	"Come on in, Emily, don't keep our guest waiting," he said as he opened 
the door widely. Emily could see a woman's head over the top of the armchair she 
was sitting in but didn't recognise her teacher.
	"But Papa, this is what you left for me to wear. I can't…"
	"Come in, Emily," he repeated more firmly.
	"She'll see me in my school clothes, Papa," the self-conscious schoolgirl 
whimpered as she was pushed into the room.
	"Come and say hello to your guest."
	The moment Emily saw around the edge of the chair she gasped, "Miss 
Reymond," and felt her face turn bright scarlet, ashamed at being seen in such 
clothes.
	"Hello, Emily. My, what a surprise to see you dressed like this. If I didn't 
know better, I would think you didn't appreciate my presence here."
	"Oh," the youngster gasped and dropped her hands to her sides, her face 
flaming red with embarrassment.
	"I can see I have much to teach you about fashion and manners, for that 
matter."
	"Miss Reymond, it was Papa who…"
	"Be quiet, girl and stop sniffling. That isn't the way to welcome someone 
to your home. At least your Father gave me a little kiss at the front door to 
welcome me."
	"Yes, Ma'am," she agreed softly and began to peck her visitor on the 
cheek.
	"Is that any way to greet someone who might just become your new 
Mummy?"
	The shock on Emily's face was so evident her Papa wriggled in his chair 
then said, "Miss Reymond and I have been talking for some time, Emily. It has 
concerned me that for too long you have only me to discuss the things young girls 
need to know and I find myself at a loss to help you in so many ways. It was my 
suggestion that Miss Reymond, Judith, might come to live with us and be that 
person, the same as having a mother after all these years."
	With both adults watching, she felt very self-conscious. She wanted no 
one but Papa but how could she say this in front of Miss Reymond. Miss 
Reymond who seemed to do unknown things to two of her friends, things that 
made them cry yet still refuse to talk about it.
	"If I'm to become your mummy, Emily, it has to be on exactly the same 
terms as you have with your own Papa. You understand what that means, don't 
you?"
	"Uhm," she blushed deeply, looking to her Papa for support.
	"Of course she does," her Papa spoke for her. "Emily will have no trouble 
giving you absolute obedience just as she does with me. You will obey your new 
mummy absolutely, won't you, child?"
	"You mean in everything, Papa? Even the… the private things?" The poor 
girl couldn't believe that was what her father meant. Those were strictly between 
her Papa and herself.
	"Obedience means exactly that, Emily. Obey in every way. Just tell your 
Mummy that you will be as good to her as you are to me. I want you to say that, 
Emily," he added with a hint of forcefulness.
	She remained silent for many moments, her face looking downwards, her 
mind in turmoil as she digested the meaning of what he said. 
	"Yes, I will be a good girl for you Miss… Uhm, Mummy."
	Judith breathed a sigh of happiness. She had a third child under her power 
and it was so easy, even if it did mean she would have to give the old man his 
dues when he needed them.
	"I'm delighted to hear that, Emily. Come and stand beside me."
	When the girl moved to her side Judith reached beneath her skirt and 
whispered, "Spread your legs, young lady. I'm going to check your purity. You 
are still pure, I home?"
	Emily couldn't believe her ears yet her mind spoke silently as her legs 
seemed to part of their own accord. "Yes, I am, Mother," she confirmed in a soft 
voice, wondering what unknowns she was being thrust into.
	Hands rose up her thighs and a finger immediately intruded, pressing 
deeper until she could feel the pressure as it met with her hymen.
	"Hmm, a true virgin. I never thought I'd see that in a girl your age. I can 
tell you your two little friends gave theirs away quite a while ago. Congratulations 
but this can't go on forever, you know that, don't you, child?"
	"Yes, Ma'am."
	"Now open your blouse and let me see your bosoms."
	Emily looked across at her Papa stunned at the way her teacher was 
ordering her about so intimately yet Papa wasn't objecting at all. He gave her an 
almost imperceptible nod so she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra below 
her breasts. Her face was burning with humiliation as she stood beside this 
domineering woman who was now cupping her mounds and squeezing them 
gently.
	"Oh, my, what a pretty little thing you have here. Well, we have much to 
talk about but Theo, I think we should eat first. Call the maid. No, child, don't 
cover your nakedness. It's only a maid and she's a woman anyway. Just sit still 
and be served."
	Emily knew very well the girl was eyeing her exposure at every 
opportunity but said nothing and soon she had returned to the kitchen, no doubt to 
tell the cook what she'd seen.

	They were sitting in her Papa's cozy study after dinner, a small intimate 
room with his desk and large chair, a wall of books, a divan with a leather 
ottoman he used as a coffee table. Her new Mummy had taken control of the 
conversation and her Papa just sat back and watched as she asked many 
embarrassing personal questions of Emily.
	"Well, child, I'm very pleased you have grown to obey your Papa the way 
you have. You have at least provided him with some of the needs every man has, 
but there is one very definite need, something he has desired for many years but 
has remained unfulfilled. I do believe the time has come to show you absolute 
love and trust by providing this special gift."
	"Gift? Oh, If I can, I will," the naïve girl answered quickly, showing her 
new mother how compliant she could be.
	"I knew you would jump at the chance, child. Please remove all your 
clothes."
	Well she had been naked in front of her Papa of course but no one else 
even though Miss Reymond, oops, Mummy, had felt her pussy and squeezed her 
breasts. It just seemed terribly naughty to be totally nude while the others were 
still fully dressed. She stood still for a few moments hoping the woman would 
reconsider and direct her some other way.
	"Everything, Emily."
	When she stood stark naked before them her mummy asked, "Do you 
know what a man's penis looks like, child?"
	"A pen…? Y… Yes, I guess so," she admitted shyly.
	"You guess so? Don't you know?"
	"Yes, I do," she said more clearly.
	"I take it your Papa's penis is the only one you've seen, is that correct?"
	"Uhm, yes," she admitted, feeling the blush returning.
	"Tonight, my dear, you are going to begin your lessons on how to please a 
man and make him very happy."
	"Tonight? You mean he's going to…?"
	"Going to do what?" Her Mummy asked her with a wry smile.
	"You know, have sex with me."
	"Maybe not tonight but you are definitely going to pleasure him. You are 
going to use your hands and mouth to pleasure your own dear Papa and I will be 
here to show you exactly how."
	"My mouth?" The young girl cried in fright. "How do I…?"
	"I told you I'd teach you. Stop being a child and grow up, Emily. You 
know you want to do this, don't you? You have allowed him to use your body but 
it was only to masturbate against you, wasn't it? You really do want to know how 
to do things that will give him pleasure, don't you? Tell the truth now."
	"Y… Yes, I do want to make him happy," she admitted in a quiet voice, 
glancing quickly towards her Papa then downwards in embarrassment.
	"Then tonight you shall. But first, I'd like to taste your young delights. 
Come and sit beside me, darling."
	Emily soon found herself laying face up on the ottoman with her new 
Mummy lapping at her breasts while her hand was stroking the young girl's vulva. 
	"Look at your dear Papa as I'm doing this, child. Let him see you are 
enjoying what your new mummy is doing."
	The girl shyly looked across and noticed that not only was her Papa 
watching every moment of her molestation but he was stroking his trousers right 
where his thing was. She could even see it was hard and pressing upwards just the 
way it did when he pressed himself against her. 
	"Would you like your Papa to do this to you, Emily?"
	It came as a shock to hear the words but deep down she knew she wanted 
him to do it. She wanted him to enjoy himself stroking her body while she was 
quite naked. She wanted it and suddenly realized she had wanted it to happen for 
many months, it was just her stubbornness that had stopped her until now.
	"Yes," she whispered and held her hand out towards him.
	He was kneeling beside her in an instant and began to share her body with 
her new Mummy, Miss Reymond.
	"Open your legs wider, baby," Mummy told her. "Show your Papa all your 
secrets. He wants to see everything, your beautiful little titties, your sweet little 
pussy and this darling of rosebud," she said, slowly pushing a finger inside the 
youngster where no finger had intruded before.
	"Nggg," the youngster moaned at the intrusion. She didn't want that, not 
inside her bottom hole but what could she do? Both adults were almost ferocious 
in their discoveries of the girl's secret places, her Papa sucking and licking the 
twin peaks of her boobies, his tongue pushing right inside her pussy when he got 
the chance for that was the favorite place of her new Mummy too. 
	"I think you'd better dispose of all those clothes, Theo. Your daughter 
awaits her initiation into womanhood."
	"You mean…? Yes, you do, don't you? It's time, Emily. It's time to give 
me your most precious possession. Papa is going to fuck you, baby," he whispered 
in her ear.
	She knew what he meant and tried to sit up but Mummy was holding a 
hand against her chest, forbidding her to rise.
	"Relax yourself, Emily," Mummy instructed. "You know you want him to, 
don't you? Yes, I knew you did. You can't love someone so long without wanting 
to give your very being to him. Enjoy the experience Emily for it will make you 
free to offer yourself whenever he has such a need from now on. Once he breaks 
through your barrier you become a woman and can do womanly things whenever 
you wish. Don't fret, baby girl. The pain lasts only a second or two then he will 
give you immense pleasure whenever you wish it. The other things I promised to 
show you can be learned another day."
	Emily looked down towards her feet and saw her Papa standing, watching. 
	Her very own, very naked Papa with his thing pointing directly at her was edging 
closer. Her mummy pushed her legs wider apart and gestured for him to begin. He 
knelt upon the altar and moved his body up so his face was directly over hers.
	"I've waited so long, my darling," he whispered then lowered his body 
and she felt the first contact. A hand was between her legs and she realized her 
	Mummy was guiding him in to the target. Directly into her well spread pussy that 
for some reason seemed so wet and slushy now.
	Then he pushed gently and she knew he was inside. How far she knew not 
but her pussy seemed to be so stretched she was sure something more than just his 
thing was being forced inside her. He rested for a short while and now her new 
	Mummy was cradling her face with her hands and lips, whispering things she 
couldn't comprehend. All she knew was that down there she was being invaded. 
	Her dear Papa was pressing deeper for she could feel herself being forced open as 
though her pussy was a balloon being inflated.
	He didn't hurry at all and Judith marveled at his willpower in not surging 
through the young girl's barrier. It was at that moment that she knew she too 
would soon be offering her body to a man again, the first time in more than ten 
years. This was a man she could give herself to and not be abused, a man who 
relished the sanctity of womanhood, a man who savored the act of sex for it's 
beauty and dignity, directly opposite to all those who abused her childhood body 
with filth and debasement.
	Emily felt the pressure grow inside her as her Papa rested, his cock 
pressing against the membrane. The pain rose from ache to deep burning then a 
flash of light seemed to pass through her brain as incredible fire stung her so hotly 
she screamed loud and thrashed her tiny body.
	"No, no, it hurts," she cried then felt her Papa push all the way deep 
inside.
	"He has done it, baby," her Mummy whispered. "You are a real woman 
now. Your Papa had taken your virginity, the pain will soon go."
	He held himself above the small body, staying perfectly still as he looked 
down into her eyes. "I tried not to hurt you, darling, I'm sorry. Was it so terrible?" 
	By now there was little pain, just an incredible fullness that enveloped her 
being. Then he moved and she felt the pain return, a stinging but nothing like the 
moment her membrane ruptured. He moved his cock slowly, in and out, trying not 
to irritate the tear but desperately needing his own release. The intensity of the 
moment caused him to feel weak, a need to let his body crash down on the girl 
beneath him and he yearned for fulfillment but his stroking never changed. He 
could easily have thrust forcefully, which would have given him the release his 
brain craved but he steeled himself to hold steady.
	Judith realized what was happening and without a word moved so she 
could reach around his thigh to lightly cup his ball sac. A few strokes of her 
fingers was all it took to bring his climax crashing through. 
	"Arrrg," he groaned as his body shuddered great tremors, matching the 
surges of sperm shooting deep inside Emily's body. She had felt those tremors 
before when he masturbated himself against her, so she was quite aware what was 
happening inside her vagina. When it was over he slumped sideways to avoid 
crushing her with his weight.
	"I'm sorry, baby. I never made you cum," he gasped once he found his 
voice again. At that very moment the youngster's body twitched and shivered as 
her own orgasm broke to the surface and Theo saw Judith had masturbated the 
girl to her just reward.  At that very moment, Emily knew the real joy of sex for 
the first time.

	They remained still and quiet for a long period, each taking in all that 
happened in their private thoughts. Then Judith stood and removed her clothes, 
allowing Theo and Emily to watch as she did so.
	"I think I'm out of uniform," she said almost shyly. "The only one dressed 
in a room of nudists so I'd better join the crowd," she smiled at them as her 
nakedness was exposed. Theo's heart almost burst with joy as he realized she was 
giving herself to him of her own choice. It came much earlier than either she or 
he had expected. 
	Judith's first task was to clean the mess up from between Emily's legs. 
She had already placed the necessary things beside the ottoman and placed a 
sanitary pad over Emily's weeping vagina, holding it in place with a pair of soft 
panties. Then she moved to Theo and lovingly held his soft cock as she washed it 
of pink stained semen. 
	"If I'm invited," she told him, "I will move in with the two of you as soon 
as you wish." Then she smiled in a way she had not done for many years, happily.
	"You are invited as of now, Miss Judith Reymond. Maybe someday soon, 
we can do something about ridding you of that name. I'm sure it would help 
expunge the memories of the past." 
	If she took that as a preliminary proposal of marriage she gave no 
indication. She smiled but never replied. Time would sort those things out.
	"Theo, would you mind if Emily shared my bed tonight. She is in no fit 
state to offer you any further service for a few days."
	"Oh," he said with disappointment. "I thought…"
	"I knew once you tasted her delights, you would want more so I have 
taken the liberty of providing two very compliant young ladies to keep you 
company for the next few nights. I know they will make you happy," she added 
with a wry grin, "and they are very discrete."
	"Two…? You mean…?"
	"Their mothers think they are staying with me, which they are, I guess. 
	That is, as long as I'm staying here anyway."
	"Two…?"
	"Then in a few days I'm sure you can begin teaching Emily about your 
special needs," she continued, with a knowing smile. "I'd like to learn about those 
needs too, if you want me to, of course."
	Before he could answer, the doorbell rang. Judith looked at her watch and 
with an exaggerated look on her face, asked, "Now I wonder who that could be at 
this hour?"

THE END

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