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UNCLE (C) 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.

All my stories are archived at 
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Please let me know what you think of the story.

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purposes of any sort.

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.
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