Message-ID: <20596eli$9903160434@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School, part eleven (M/f, ped, mc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: backdraft.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990315194505.04999.00001212@ng90.aol.com> Sweets at School, part eleven I just hate her, I really really hate her, announced Sweets as she tossed her book bag onto the kitchen floor. Good heavens! What brought this on? What is it, my darling girl? She put that thing on my bottom and she was mean, mean, mean. Sweets sniffled as he gathered her close and patted her head. Calm down, love, tell us what happened? Paul felt alarmed. Would some tea help? Shall I rock you? What can I do? Sweets detailed the clinic visit including the part that felt not so bad, but weird. Paul sighed, they have some odd treatments for bed-wetters, sweetheart, never heard of that kind. Wait, you don't even wet the bed, do you? No, of course not! said Sweets. Then why, he asked, why would she be doing that? Well, 'member I told you about Charlie, Cindy and the others? The ones who make me nervous and I pee a little? You know, like how you let me in the tub that time because I had to and how I said Sister wanted me to come to the Infirmary and get fixed and all that? Well, yes, I do, said Paul, but... this seems odd... are you hurt, Sweets? Yes, I am and I really just want you near there, not that Sister with the tool buzzing and the other stuff. Come here, sweet girl, let me make you all better...want me to kiss your boo-boo? He winked, making Sweets laugh. Yes, yes, I do! First, we go get the mirror from my dresser, then we sit together, he said. Sweets returned with the large hand mirror and plopped into his waiting lap. Paul kissed her face and tugged her braids, then nuzzled her neck while he spoke quietly about what was next. Sweets listened, hopped off, removed her panties and put one leg on each side of his. He lifted her plaid skirt and had her hold the mirror just so, then placed his fingers gently on lips pressed tightly together and much reddened as if angry or sore. Now, watch this, my dear. Sweets was amazed; she had never seen her bottom before. She thought his bottom was prettier than hers and said so. Listen to me, love, you are pretty there in your own way, make no mistake about that. See this groove and that cove and this hiding and resting part? When you grow up their use will become self-evident. They are for clasping, pulling in and riding on... Sweets was watching his finger touching her ever so slowly and carefully--she became enthralled. Paul continued, some folks have gotten you into some habits you may outgrow like spilling when you are nervous or letting folks pull on your pee hole until that pain you mentioned comes. There is more to you than that, love. You have a lovely bottom, a beautiful place where your flower will grow... Sweets swooned as he touched skin so sensitive she nearly saw stars. Paul struggled to remain calm, but his heart was racing. Breathing was not easy. Listen, my little bird, you know how you like to sit like this and pretend my penis is yours because you want something sticking out like that? Sweets nodded her head and kept looking into his mirror as he kept sliding his finger up and down almost into that circle she remembered he made after the bath. Well, as you mature and as you are loved, you will have one of your very own, right here--which statement he puctuated with a dot motion. What? Sweets shouted: really-o-truly-o? No, that can't be, only boys have those. She giggled and poked him with her elbow. As he recovered from that, for little girls have elbows sharper than they appear, he said, Sweets, so help me, you will have a tiny one, sort of like that, specially designed, but able as my big one to feel pleasure and to give some. You understand what I am saying? You're silly sometimes, Paul, she said, well, maybe, maybe not. Let me show you the seed of it. Hold the mirror still, pay attention, Sweets. Don't move now, see my finger moving this part, then that? Feel that? Can you see all right? Sweets was apprehensive as the last foray there twinged still, but nodded in the affirmative trying to keep up with what he was saying, what she was seeing and feeling as nice. Paul gently touched, then stroked as if with a feather, then pressed as if with the tip of the feather while Sweets listened and focused as hard as she could. This doesn't hurt, she thought. It got better and better, it was so good--she could not, did not, want to speak while he touched her. She wished he'd never stop. Paul spoke about how sore she looked and maybe a soak at school would be in order, otherwise he would not let her go back to her dorm tonight. She said, that's okay; he said, no, it's not, then he laughed until she smiled and laughed with him. You know I love you dearly, little one. I could kill anyone who hurt you or causes you pain. Please do not go back for any such "treatment" as you described. It doesn't sound right to me. Let me show you what I know of women and I know lots more than they do. I adore women, everything about them. They are the tastiest morsels on this earth. Sweets laughed, tasty, that's so funny, Paul--tasty! Like a stew or something? Well, more like pea soup, pureed, served with a dollop of freshly whipped sour cream and good sherry, which by the way, I have almost ready for you! It is one of my specialities--takes two days soaking the beans, chopping onions, carrots, potatos and ham-- If you are good, I will give you my secret recipe. With your pretty bottom--for which we shall have a new word soon, my darling girl-- and my pea soup recipe, you win any man's heart. Trust me on this. Oh, I will, I will, said Sweets. Can I have some now? She hopped down. He handed her the panties and they went arm-in-arm to his stove where the aroma of pea soup was rising to fill the whole room with its fragrance. Please wash your hands, he said. Now tuck that napkin under your chin because when you get started sipping, some will drip and you may wind up like me using the soup cup to swallow great lumps of ham while you slurp the rest as fast as you can for the first serving. Her yum! yum! echoed Paul's own for a soup he dreamed of making by teaching this girl about her lovely bottom and how to avoid pain. He felt he had waited all his life to convey lessons learned in his lifetime. She seemed an apt pupil and he loved her dearly, dearly from now on, more than a daughter, more than his wonderful lovers of days gone by. More. Sweets at School, part eleven swe3/99i.txt -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----