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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 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,
home of the Asquiths for several centuries. Uncle Theodore had explained it all to
her several times but she was so when she first arrived that it was just a
faded memory.
He explained that her 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 took her in as her only surviving relatives. She grew to
love them both for they treated her as part of their and she soon began
calling them Uncle and Aunt even though that wasn't their 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 were not
exactly the perfect role models but she never remembered the harsh times of that
life and the wealth of her new meant little to a ten year girl. She
wanted for nothing and returned their kindness with real warmth and love. As far
as she was concerned, these were her and that was the only life she knew.
She imagined her Aunt and Uncle were probably thirty years when
they took their legal guardianship of her but in truth, Theodore was nearing forty,
his 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
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 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 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 know what a grown 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 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
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 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 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 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 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 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 advances.
"Sex?" Emmy laughed. "I wouldn't have sex with a ever," she stated
adamantly. "Yuck, One of the 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 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 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 and one day you'll wake up and
find a 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 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 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 who know just how to sweet-talk a 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 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, do things to themselves, I know because one of the
watches her 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 to make love to. Most do it when they're single. Some 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 want to do to girls, Emily, to get their hands under their
skirts. Has any tried to do this to you, baby?"
"No, Papa, never, I wouldn't let them even if someone did try."
"Oh, it makes feel very nice, you know. Do you like me running my
hands under your nightie just like do? Are you positive you haven't let a
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 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 teachers would
like to taste the delights of 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 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 in school who she never liked but she teased him so much
that he threatened to tell her 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 you
really are. All have certain needs, Emily, needs that are fulfilled by a 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 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 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
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 with your first lesson. I know it
isn't easy for a 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 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 gasped from the thrills racing to her brain. He 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 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 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 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
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 lips were totally visible and when the
top went on, not only were her 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 would be quite naked for him.
The thought made her remember what some of the joked about at
school, about trying to look up their skirt or down their blouse at the illicit
parts. At least two of her girlfriends had let touch their and the very
thought sent shivers right up her back. Was Papa doing this just like the at
school? Did he really want to spy on her nakedness? But it wouldn't be if
she in fact wore this nightie because she would be actually letting him look. It
wouldn't be anything like 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 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 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 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 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 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 or women.
Men have sexual needs more often than 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 gets those urges
usually settle down for he has a to make love to whenever he wishes and in
their early days 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 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 and many 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 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
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 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 couples. Believe
me, Emmy, every 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 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 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 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 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 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 to understand or doesn't want to
participate. But look at you, my dear. You are a grown woman with full
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 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 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
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 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 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 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 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 much more than those snotty-nosed 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 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 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 is Papa's cock. It makes babies and makes very excited. Usually
it's just a floppy 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 second.
Theo knew tomorrow would bring new excitements and he was already
planning how to have her 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 right against his
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 she wore for him last night. He wouldn't be
able to see through these and their thickness should take some of the away,
she told herself.
She took particular care with her ablutions, washing and re-washing all
her 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 and on her sparse
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 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 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 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 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