Message-ID: <34577asstr$1010459406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "WritersCramp" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: X-Complaints-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly. X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 23:51:05 GMT Subject: {ASSM} NEW by Writers Cramp - Uncle (MFfg nc + most others) 4 0f 9 Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 22:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate 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 www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 where you will find zipped files in MS Word9 and Text formats. I would indeed appreciate, comments and constructive suggestions and may be contacted at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please let me know what you think of the story. This story must not be posted on any pay-site or used for commercial purposes of any sort. Chapter Seven Her Papa never referred to what was to come during dinner. He asked about her day and whether she felt tired, to which she replied she wasn't and they talked of things in general. No hint of a spanking. He had prepared one of her favourite meals and she was sure it was his way of saying sorry for what was to come but she never asked. It didn't seem the thing to do. Dinner seemed to go so slow, she thought. Not that she was anxious for the spanking to begin but everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She had difficulty listening to her father when he spoke, almost as though she were hypnotized and it was all a blur. But after deserts were finished, Papa rose to begin cleaning up and Emily knew her time had begun. Without a word or even a glance in his direction, she walked to the corner, placed her feet just slightly apart and put her hands on her head. At first she felt silly standing there like that but countered the feeling by telling herself that this was what Papa wanted and so she was happy to do as she was told. She heard him finish the dishes some time ago and then he had walked to his study. Since then all was silent. How long had it been? Was she meant to follow him? No he said she wasn't to move until he said she could. Oh, how long had it been, standing here? Her arms were getting dreadfully tired, aching and weighing a ton and she didn't know how long she could last this way. Her legs were aching too and she remembered she was told to stand completely still. But he never said she couldn't stretch them and this was a way to ease the strain. So every few moments she bent her knees and then when she straightened up, she stretched them as far as she could. Oh, it was such a relief. This was done in complete silence for she listened before each manoeuver to be sure he wasn't coming. She began to do the same with her arms. Not lifting them off her head but swinging her elbows up and down like a bird in flight. It didn't take the entire ache away but it did help. By now it seemed as though he had completely forgotten her standing here like this. How long had it been? Hours at least, she thought and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. What if he doesn't come at all? What if he forgot what he said this morning? No, she was sure he hadn't otherwise he would have asked her what she was doing. Oh, how sore and aching her poor body was. Should she call out? No, not that. What if...? Then she heard footsteps and she braced herself for the inevitable. "Remain still and silent, Emily," he told her firmly. "Now listen. I want you to walk into my study just as you are, and stand in the middle of the room. Do it now." She turned to take her first step but her legs were so painful she almost fell over. He caught her arm just in time and then patted her bottom, motioning her to start moving. The first few steps were agony but that soon eased. The study was dimmer than usual and she needed some time to adjust but little else had changed. "I'm not apologising to you, Emily, but I realise I had left you standing for too long. I'll remember that, next time. You can lower your arms to your sides. Rub them if you wish." Oh, the bliss, the relief at being able to move again. She wriggled them for a few seconds and returned to stand with her arms at her sides waiting. He was sitting in a leather chair immediately in front of her. "Do you see what is on my desk, Emily?" It was strange he was calling her by her full name again. Was this his way of being forceful? She looked around and gasped with shock. The room may have been dim but a desk lamp clearly lit up what he was talking about. There was a strap, a leather strap, half curled in a circle, the rest unfolded. It was shiny and looked very strong. Beside it was some sort of wooden bat, perhaps three inches wide, a quarter of an inch thick and a foot long. A handle was shaped at one end and several holes about an inch in diameter ran down the centre. It too was well-oiled and shiny and very smooth. Next she saw what frightened her the most. A riding crop. A real crop that riders hit horses with to make them go faster. Black and long with a loop of leather right on the end, exactly like the kind jockeys use in horse races. "Papa, you aren't... You won't use... Oh, they'll kill me, Papa," she cried out in fright. "You wouldn't use these to spank me, would you? I didn't know you would have anything like this." "But it is my decision, child. You will abide by what I choose, isn't that so?" "Yes, Papa," she agreed after a moment's hesitation. "If it will ease your mind, I do not intend to use any of these implements tonight, Emily. But you will feel them all, in time, and submit yourself dutifully. I know you will," he said with satisfaction. "Tonight I will indulge my fantasies of reddening those two beautiful orbs with my hand. It will hurt nevertheless, maybe not as much as the humiliation I hope you experience, but it will be something you will remember. It will be your very first spanking, Emily. Oh, how I've looked forward to this night." "Papa, please don't hurt me," she whimpered, knowing full well she had no say in what was to come. This was her Papa's will and she would obey him. "Oh, I indeed hope I do, my dear. I want to see tears falling down your face and I want to hear you begging me to be merciful. I want to hear you scream with the pain you will feel. I want to hear you plead for mercy. That is what I dream of, Emily, that will give me the greatest pleasure, great satisfaction, so much so that afterwards I may not even need you to relieve my sexual needs." "Your sexual...? Oh, Am I to be raped as well, Papa?" Tears were already forming at the thought of this dreadful news. "Anything between you and me, my dear, will definitely not be rape for you have already agreed that my wishes will be obeyed, in everything. Remember?" "But I am still a virgin, Papa. Surely you...? Oh," she whimpered at the very clear picture he had placed in her mind. "I suspect that half the girls in your class have already lost their virginity by now. It isn't that special. What is special is who you decide to offer it to and how that person takes it from you. That is what will remain in your memory for the rest of your life. That is what I wish you to remember as highlights of your young life, not bad memories but times of great delight. It will not be rape, Emily but a giving of two people who adore each other. I have already promised you it will be your lover who you give your maidenhead to, remember? Have I confused you more than ever?" "Yes, I don't understand, Papa. You are going to spank me so hard I will cry out in pain yet you want me to give you sex. Oh, I just don't understand at all." Tears were now streaming down her face and she sniffed from time to time to stop her nose from running. "All will become clear in time, my poor darling. I think it's about time we began, don't you?" She looked down at him with fear and trepidation. The time she dreaded was here. "Right now, I want you to remove your panties, Emily. Just slip them off and hand them to me." "My panties? You mean... Now? In front of you?" Her eyes were wide with surprise. "And I want you to look into my eyes all the time you are doing it." She blushed deeply now, not from having to do what she was asked but the way she had to do it. Her eyes never left her Papa's face as she lifted her skirt and caught her thumbs in the top of her pants. Then she pushed then down until she could step out of them. Theo was ecstatic. This was one of the moments he dreamed of, having a young girl bare herself like this without any threat of force yet so embarrassed to do it. As she handed the warm garment to him he felt his cock rise upwards and knew she would see the bulge but it mattered not. He had his little sex slave and she was obeying his wishes. He pressed the cotton pants to his face and breathed her scents in, the sweetness of her perfume and the muskyness of her secretions. Oh the joy he felt. More joy than any masturbation, far more than anything he had done with his wife. This sweet girl had given herself up completely to his will. "You know what this means, Emily, don't you?" "Uhm, I... I've got no pants on now, Papa?" She asked, not understanding his meaning and then the reality dawned. "Oh, you're going to spank my bare bottom. Oh, no,' she cried out in anguish, never thinking it would be like this. "Is that what you think? I would spank your bare bottom? No, I am not that cruel, my dear, at least not tonight. But there is a spanking suit I wish you to wear. Go to my bedroom and slip on the clothes I have left on my bed for you. Make sure you look closely at yourself in the mirror that the garments are on quite straight, then lay on the middle of the bed on your tummy and close your eyes. Until I tell you, you must not open your eyes even for a moment. Make your promise." "My promise?" "That you will obey." "Oh, I see. Yes, I promise I will do everything you say, Papa." "Then go, you bare-bottomed naughty girl." He was smiling when she glanced up into his face as she turned to go. She had rarely been into his bedroom since Aunt Sophia died and it seemed strange as she walked all alone into the silent room. She glanced around then walked to his bed. For a moment she was sure he had forgotten to leave her punishment suit, as he called it, for all she saw were a heap of ribbons on one corner of the bed. She lifted the pillow to find nothing and then looked again at the ribbons. It made her gasp with shock for these ribbons were indeed what he wanted her to 'wear'. She held them up and stared in disbelief. Papa wasn't going to spank her bare bottom after all for she would be wearing panties. Oh, but what panties. They were smooth like silk but almost no more than ribbons. The panties consisted of a triangular patch not much bigger than a golf ball that would actually cover her pussy lips and that's all, with a thin strap that went around her waist and another between her legs with this patch attached in the appropriate place and attached to the string around her waist. Emmy sat on the bed and held it up. Yes it was a pair of panties but the most obscene thing she'd ever seen in her life and she was about to wear it in front of her Papa. And there was more ribbons. It took her a while to work out what the remainder was for but after turning the strange article around several times she decided it most definitely was a bra, nothing more than shoestring straps, like the panties, with two triangular patches just like the panties to cover her bosoms. Each patch would cover her nipples but certainly not more of her breasts. There would be no uplift with this bra. She now understood what Papa had meant when he said she was to look at herself closely in the mirror for the adjustments to get these garments covering the right places was going to be quite difficult. She removed all her clothes and folded them neatly on a chair, her bra hidden under the school dress as a point of modesty, and then tried to fit the bra first. It seemed as though nothing was going to fit for the strings just slipped everywhere so that when she had one nipple covered, the other was quite naked still, the other patch several inches away from the nipple it should have covered. It was like a jigsaw puzzle, moving strings and patches until finally she had everything in place. Oh, she gasped silently, for the so-called garment was obscene, the whole of her breasts uncovered except for the small triangles over each nipple. When she walked the patches jiggled and she was sure her nipples would pop out of the flimsy covering. She tied the strings tighter but all that did was squash her breasts and leave indentations under the patches. There was nothing more to do but accept her near nudity and fastened the panties together. At least they covered her slit perfectly but that was all it did cover. Even the thin string that ran up her bottom crease was almost invisible. She looked at herself in the mirror and blushed at the thought her Papa would see her like this. At least the garments as such were still in place and the appropriate bits covered. But it was definitely something she could not be seen in by anyone else. Just like her shortie pajamas last night. Oh dear, this spanking is going to be dreadful, she decided as she lay on the bed on her tummy. She closed her eyes and tried to relax but that wasn't easy to put into practice. She couldn't tell how long she waited but found herself drifting off to sleep several times. It became so relaxing; the bed was soft and the nervous energy she had used up throughout the day thinking about this very moment all helped to make her so drowsy. She was woken up feeling hands stroking softly over her bottom which almost made her sit up but at the very last split second she remembered and kept her eyes closed. "Oh, yes, it's so beautiful," he kept whispering as he stroked her all over, his hands sliding over every inch of her back, bottom and legs. "Oh, my little Emily, you are so beautiful and you're all mine, my lovely, lovely one, my own princess. I know you're embarrassed, my pet, even your back is blushing but that is what makes you so endearing to me. I love touching you like this knowing it makes you embarrassed, for that makes me so happy. Oh, never stop being embarrassed, Emmy. Blush at everything I make you do, I want you to do that. Feel embarrassed and yet remain obedient." She felt him kneel up on the bed and then he was at her side, laying along her body, kissing her shoulder, whispering endearments in her ear, stroking her skin and making her tingle all over. She shivered involuntarily and sighed. How wonderful Papa made her feel, she sighed, keeping her eyes closed. Then something triggered her thought process, something not quite right. What was it? She calmed herself and thought again. He... He's naked, she told herself with shock and then fear. An arm brushed over her shoulder and he shifted his body closer against her. He held her tighter and she felt him begin to move. He was rubbing himself against her. Oh, goodness Papa was rubbing himself, his cock, against her thigh and he was whispering dirty things in her ear. "Feel my cock, little one. Your body is making my cock happy. Papa is fucking your leg, little girl. Lay still and feel Papa fucking your leg. He will put it in other places on other days. Are you obedient, Emily? Are you compliant? Nod your head if you are." She nodded slightly, pressing her face into the pillow. She didn't want to even be tempted to look at what he was doing. He wasn't fucking her, she told herself. He would have to push his thing inside her pussy to do that. He's just sliding it against her leg. That's not fucking. It's not. He shuddered. She felt him shudder and groan loudly, thrusting his loins faster against her, then the pumping. She could actually feel his cock erupting. She knew what men did, her sex classes taught her that. She knew about men's climaxes and was sure her Papa had just one against her leg. Did he leave white stuff? His sperm? How could she know? She pressed her face deeper into the pillow, laying so she faced away from her Papa so she could breathe but she didn't want to open her eyes. That would be terrible. His body went limp and he became silent. He wasn't holding her against him now even though his arm was still across her back, but he was just lying there, breathing steadily. The great gushes of breath she heard just before he shuddered had ceased and he was breathing calmly. He finally moved away from her and then she could feel the coolness on her thigh. He had wet her. What should she do? No, she must remain still. He will tell her what he wants. Oh, he wet my leg with his... "Stay just as you are, Emmy," he whispered as he finally moved off the bed. She heard him pad across the room and go into his bathroom only to return a short while later. He washed her, where he had wet her, with a warm washer then a towel. She felt the softness and then he left again. She could hear the sound of clothes rustling, a breeze of air across her nakedness and then his voice, forceful and dominant. "Over my knee, Emily. All girls deserve a sound spanking from time to time just to remind them of what happens when they are naughty. Over my knee and place your hands on the floor. You must not try to cover your bottom ever. You may cry out as loudly as you want but don't you dare try and move away or cover yourself. Understand?" She lifted her face, her eyes still closed. What did he want of her? To see where she was to go or to feel her way? "You may open your eyes, child. Come." He was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, wearing his smoking jacket again, most of his thigh was bare but at least the jacket covered his manhood. "Yes, Papa, but please don't hurt me too much," she whimpered knowing it wouldn't do any good. She lowered her almost naked body over his knees, feeling one of her nipples pop out of the little cover. She couldn't feel his penis and expected it had deflated from his climax. Then in silence she felt the punishment begin. The first spank hurt so much she couldn't utter a sound, it was choked off in her throat. She heard the crack of his hand against her tender flesh and her body jerked but her voice was cut off completely. The second followed immediately on the other side of her bottom and pushed all the breath from her lungs. The gasp of drawing air back in caused her to snort then let out a curdling scream of pain just as the third stroke landed. Oh, it hurt so much her mind couldn't cope. She had never been spanked in her life before and the realisation of what it would be like finally dawned. She pleaded for mercy just as he had wanted but she wasn't aware of that. All she wanted was for the torture to cease. Her legs kicked up and down, giving Theo a birds-eye view of his ultimate goal when her panties slipped baring her whole nest of secrets, the sparsely-haired vulva that glistened in the low light, candy pink and pulsating with each smack he landed. He had to hold her on his knees with one arm while the other landed spank after spank on her reddening butt, as fast as he physically could. Oh, how her screams aroused his desires, and she was actually pleading for mercy, between the high-pitched screams of pain he was proud to be imposing. His cock grew rock hard and at the moment, weathered the grinding of her hips against it. "Papa, please no more. It hurts too much. You're killing me, Papa," she was screaming, desperate for the pain to stop. "Please, Papa, I'll be a good girl. I'll do everything you tell me. I'll be very good, I promise... Arrghh," she screamed as the next blow landed right on the crease between her two crimson globes. Her Papa never replied once, just maintained the barrage of spanks over her tortured rear. She wasn't aware of the tears that fell from her face, for the only part of her body that she took any notice of was that small patch of flesh that her own dear Papa was pounding unmercifully. Then she heard the words she had pleaded so much for, "Enough," and the hand stopped. Was he finished? For a moment he didn't move and her battered body sagged over each side of his knees. Her continuous sobbing was the only sound in the room as she abandoned herself to the self-pity that was so natural for someone who had experienced such a beating for the first time in her life. Surely her Papa didn't love her. How could he do so and yet beat her so harshly? How could he take pleasure from doing that, to her especially? Then she felt his hands roaming over the beaten bottom, pressing firmly, forcing the hurt to the surface making her buck again from the great pain. "No, Papa, it hurts too much," she gasped out between great sobs of anguish. "Pleeeease, no more." He finally relented and she felt the burn ease immediately and then coldness descended over her bottom. Papa was smoothing something over the tortured surface that felt the most wonderful sensation of her life. It was cold and soothing, a repair to all the hurt. "Can you stand, Emmy?" Oh, he called her, Emmy. The punishment's over. He does love me. It brought joy to her as she gingerly tested her legs on the floor. With his help she stood up and he stood and held her in his arms. "You have made my cock very hard again, Emmy, can you feel it?" He was thrusting his groin against her hip and she could indeed feel it. "Yes." He held her arm to steady her as he sat and gazed at her, taking in the perfection of this fourteen year old body in it's almost nudity. The nipple was still uncovered and Emmy tried to self-consciously reposition the little patch but couldn't. She was still crying silently, from the pain she had endured, the humiliation of being spanked by the one person she loved most dearly and from the knowledge he was looking on her nudity in more than a parental way. "Well?" "What, Papa," she asked softly, hunching her shoulders together and sniffing to stop her nose running. "Do you have something to say, young lady?" "Say...? What, Papa?" she sniffled. "When a naughty girl is punished I expect her to thank me for pointing out the error of her ways." "You mean I have to say thank you?" she asked, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Not unless you want another dose right away." "Oh," she sighed in resignation and fell to her knees. "Thank you for spanking me, Papa. I'm sorry this naughty girl has made you unhappy." She didn't know why she said that. It just wasn't right that she should be apologising for something she hadn't done. He had punished her for no offense at all, just for his own pleasure. And here she was thanking him. She hoped it made him feel more disposed to her and remained standing still, her eyes downcast, a slight contrite pout on her lips. He pulled her to him and put his arms around her, kissing her cheek. "You look beautiful when you look like this, little one. I'm very proud of you. I can see spankings do make you a good girl again." He held her for some time, kissing her face and neck. It was nice and she simply allowed him to continue. "I have some more rules, Emmy." "Yes, Papa?" "Number one, you will not wear any night clothes when you go to bed from now on. Unless I tell you differently." "Yes, Papa. I understand," she agreed without any shock. She had wondered during the last few days, if he would ever make her walk around the house with nothing on and after finding herself dressed like she was now, in the skimpiest of bra and panties, well, ribbons really, this rule didn't surprise her at all. "Secondly, you will leave your bedroom door wide open at all times. And also the bathroom door whenever you are using it. You are to have no privacy whatsoever and will never try to cover yourself up in any way when you are unclothed and I wish to look in on you." "Oh, Papa," she gasped. "Oh..." "I suggest you make a list of the rules on your computer, Emmy, and study them regularly. Wouldn't want to have to punish you because you'd forgotten one of them, would I?" "No, Papa. Yes, I'll do that." "Good girl. Then you can take yourself off to bed. I think you'll sleep well tonight." "Thank you, Papa," she responded, hugging her arms around his neck and kissing him goodnight. Her near nudity felt so embarrassing and yet in a funny way, exciting too. She walked quickly from his bedroom to her own and, removing the few strings she wore, crawled under her blankets. Oh, she gasped. I haven't asked for permission to go to the bathroom. It will take me ages to put these things back on. What do I do? She asked herself. She certainly needed to pee, had done for the last hour or so and it was getting desperate. Oh, dear," she whispered to herself and slipped out of bed and walked to his bedroom door which was now close. She knocked gently. "Yes?" "Papa, may I go to the toilet, please. I have to pee desperately." "Come in, Emmy?" "No, it's alright, I just need to go. May I, please." The door flew open and he stood looking at her, still wearing his smoking jacket. "What a pleasant surprise, young lady. You look lovely," he mused. She felt distinctly uncomfortable but only willpower stopped her from crossing her arms in front of her and hiding her pussy with her hands. "So you need to do wee wees, is that right?" When she nodded he added, "I should come and watch to see you're telling the truth but I think I'll trust you this time. Yes, off you go and wee into the toilet for Papa." She sighed with relief as she discharged her full bladder. Chapter Eight After Emmy had left for school the next morning Theo made a telephone call to the school. "May I speak to Miss Reymond please." After a long wait a voice answered. "Ah Miss Reymond, this is Sir Theodore Asquith, Emily Kemp's guardian. Yes, fine thanks. Miss Reymond, I'm ringing about Emily. There are some matters I would like to discuss with you... Yes, I understand you are not her class teacher but from what Emmy tells me, you are the one teacher who has the ability to teach her properly." He listened to her reply and then went on. "I have a proposition to put to you, Miss Reymond, that I'm sure would be to our mutual benefit. May I meet you to discuss the matter? Perhaps over lunch today?" A pause for her reply and then, "I understand that, Miss Reymond, but it would be much better to meet away from the school. I do not want Emmy to see me talking to you until we, you and I that is, decide to proceed with what I have in mind." He listened to her for several seconds then interrupted her. "I understand your reluctance, Miss Reymond. Meeting a man you've never met before is not a wise choice sometimes, especially for a young woman like yourself, but I suspect you have heard of me and have seen my photo in the papers from time to time. What I propose is to meet in Reggione's Restaurant at 12.30 today; it's Italian. I'll arrive early and you can see for yourself before you proceed any further." A pause. "Yes, I will take a table facing the door, I promise. Good, then until 12.30, good day, Miss Reymond." He breathed a sigh of relief as he rang off, relief and satisfaction because he could almost read the enthusiasm in her voice. Yes, she has her sights on my little Emmy, no doubt about it, he told himself. Right now, she's expecting me to offer her a private tutor role to get Emmy through her subjects and that would give her every opportunity to get her clutches on the girl's pussy. Yes, she's already playing with at least two of them and my hunch is about to be proven. He smiled when he thought of the shock his proposal would produce, or maybe the pleasure. Either way, he was sure of her collaboration. "Sir Theodore?" "Indeed I am, Miss Reymond. Do sit down please. I have taken the liberty of ordering already. I hope you don't mind but it does save time. What will you drink?" She smiled slightly at his thoroughly British manner and chose a mineral water. "It was good of you to come." "That's alright, Sir Theodore. Your phone call intrigued me so much I couldn't refuse your invitation for all the world." "Good. Good," he repeated with a smile, looking into her deep brown eyes. She was a fine specimen of womanhood. About twenty-five, he suspected and quite a figure. If only... "Then we must get down to the business at hand. As you know, Emily is my ward; has been since she was about five years old when her parents died. My wife and I cared for her as our own daughter but since Sophia died three years ago, I have found it most difficult to guide a young girl reaching puberty. You understand, I'm sure." "Are you asking me to become her nanny, Sir Theodore?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "In a way but not as I suspect you are anticipating. Please, Miss Reymond, hear me out, then you can ask any questions you wish and perhaps make a decision. Emily and I have grown quite close, to the extent where I have taught her the principles of obedience and compliance. Because of her closeness to me, she will do whatever I demand of her, which should satisfy me no end. But I feel there is still something lacking. She lacks a quality that I am unable to instill into her psyche, a quality that, I believe only someone with certain talents can teach her, drill into her make-up, that will transform her into the perfect, shall we say companion. I believe it would have to be a teacher of special and particular qualities, a strength to overcome any objections she may have to accept these requirements and yet one who could take personal delight in seeing a youngster transformed the way I am seeking." "I don't think I..." "Please don't interrupt, Miss Reymond. Be patient. As I have said, she has already accepted the concept of absolute obedience and complicity with every demand I make of her, including those of a personal nature." "A personal nat..." She was again cut off when he held his hand up for silence and continued. "But the part that I most desire to see is to see her carry out certain tasks with a high degree of genuine embarrassment and humiliation. She is so accepting of my demands that they are carried out with a smile, in happiness. I want to see her obey with a sense of shame and helplessness, a master and humiliated servant role as it were. I know I am taking considerable risk in putting this proposition to you, Miss Reymond, and I suspect, you must be thinking the same in deciding whether to accept but I pride myself on knowing a person's strengths and I believe you have all the qualifications. I am asking you to assist me to provide domination and sexual humiliation over my daughter, Miss Reymond, the outcome of which will mean great personal satisfaction both for you and myself in ways I'm sure, we will explore with much interest." He sat and watched her face closely looking for any sign of shock or disgust and added quickly, "Before you speak let me say this. I would expect the sessions be carried out in my house and in my presence for as long as we decide her lessons are necessary. Afterwards, I imagine you may wish to have her visit you on her own for certain on-going training as you see fit. Or you may decide to continue her training under my roof. Matters like that, I'm sure, can be worked out as we proceed." He stopped for several seconds waiting for some reaction but when she didn't make any move to leave he added, "Well, what do you think?" He had expected some kind of reaction, either shock horror and disgust, or anticipation and even excitement but her face remain unmoved. She looked back into his eyes for a long time, several minutes possibly, looking for the same reactions from him. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she would faint for her excitement was extreme but she daren't let him know that, not just yet. There was so much she had to consider. "Sir Theodore, almost any school teacher who received a proposition such as this would report it immediately to the authorities and yet you brazenly put it to me without any great subtlety whatsoever. I can understand the difficulties you face in bringing up a school child as young as Emily but what you ask is far removed from a young girl's standard learning. I have much to consider before I decide how I should act next." "I hardly expected anything less, Miss Reymond. You will telephone me? Hmmm?" He handed her his business card which she took as she stood up. "Good day, Sir Theodore," she said curtly. He sat for many minutes trying to decide whether he had just given himself a giant headache or not. At least she didn't spit on him or call him the names she could have. In the end he decided that having not threatened to report his proposition immediately, she wouldn't report it ever. He smiled at last realising neither had touched a mouthful of the food lay out before them. Judith Reymond went straight home after school that afternoon, her heart still beating faster than usual from the proposition Emily's Guardian had put to her. She had much to think about. She poured herself a double scotch, something she rarely did for it always blunted her mind but she desperately needed to calm herself before she began sift through all of the pitfalls this delicious proposal offered to her. It was illegal, no doubt about that and she first had to consider why someone would choose her to be part of a plan that on the surface sounded a million times better than winning the State lottery. Why would someone, a wealthy upstanding figure in the community propose she take part in something so indecent and especially with his own ward? She was almost like a daughter to him in fact she thought Emily was until he corrected the assumption today. She was sure the school thought of them as father and daughter. Was there an ulterior motive or was he serious? He certainly looked as though he meant it. A trap? Why should she be set up in any way? No one has ever shown any animosity towards me. Had the girl any grudge against her? She was one of the three, that's for sure, but the only one of those three whom she hadn't taken to the final step of outright abuse. She smiled as she thought of the other two girls. But Emily? She was sure that Emily enjoyed their intimate discussions. The girl was the shyest of the three and because she hadn't had the benefit of having a mother figure to discuss personal things with, she almost saw me as a pseudo-mother. I'm sure she did. Had one of the two girls told her parents about my special classes? They are both still very reluctant and they always leave in humiliation, usually in tears. She smiled again as she thought of her little sessions. Wonderful what you can make thirteen year-olds do when you have the right evidence. She thought of each girl, every little nuance of their last few sessions and she was sure neither had spoken to their parents. They couldn't face their parents with the photos I have of them. She was confident of having Emily twisted around her little finger in just a few weeks more but Emily had no idea what the other two were expected to do for me. She had watched them leave together several times and Emily always looked as though she couldn't understand why her friends were so upset each time they left. There was no one else who had any argument with her at all, she was a forceful teacher but none of the parent teacher interviews ever showed concern. Most of the parents encouraged her to maintain the strictness over their sons and daughters. She was just fortunate to discover the two girls in such a compromising position that Saturday afternoon while she was strolling through the woods. And very lucky she had her camera with her. They had no idea they had been discovered until she produced the best of her photos several weeks later after she had given each one a false sense of security by having the same private discussions with each of them, just as she was having with Emily now. Their reactions almost gave her an orgasm on the spot as they pleaded first innocence and then promises never to do it again and finally promises of doing anything as long as she wouldn't tell their parents. And they have been learning what 'anything' means over these last few months. Thoughts of her special lessons with the two since then nearly made her hand drop to her crotch until the purpose of this evening surfaced strongly again. She decided that it was a million-to-one chance either of the girls had told their parents, especially now after all the better photos of their latest sessions were building up into a wonderful portfolio of evidence against each one. Emily had no reason to complain in any way about her conduct with the youngster. It had been almost like mother and daughter and Sir Theodore had thanked her profusely for her help in guiding the youngster with her talks. Emily must have told Sir Theodore about their talks but simply as innocent conversations. Puberty must be a scary thing to a young girl who had no mother to guide her and just an older male guardian. Did she fully understand Sir Theodore's intentions? Did he really mean what she thought he meant? Was their generation gap the cause of a major misunderstanding? He must be nearing 50 and she just 27, certainly a generation apart. Were punishments of 35 years ago the same as she intended in this day and age. Did he use the word 'humiliation' in the same context as she does with the two girls? Then there are the coincidences. Here she was having two thirteen-year- olds under her complete power, humiliating them to the extreme in so many ways and then the guardian of a third girl who she had been guiding towards the same goal, just happens to pop up and ask for her assistance to dominate and encourage sexual humiliation of this same girl for both his and my personal satisfaction. That's what he said, my own and his personal satisfaction. Did he mean his personal sexual satisfaction? Maybe it was just a need to have the girl brought down to a slave-like level and he thought I would get satisfaction in achieving that goal. She was known throughout the school as a demanding and authoritarian teacher but one who achieved results for the kids she taught. She smiled at that, the two girls returning to her thoughts. Oh, yes, she did achieve results with those two, both during her special classes and afterwards when there was just she alone with one of them. Oh, the humiliation on their faces, the tears that ran down their puffy little cheeks when they were made to carry out her bidding. She still couldn't tell whether she was more aroused when they performed before their own peers, especially the boys, or whether it was doing the things she demanded of them afterwards. But they were the most stimulating things in her life right now. And now she was offered the chance of adding another to her fold almost on a platter. Oh, damn, how could I be certain this man was not playing her for a fool and she would be trapped into having her activities disclosed to the world? It would be to the world and she shivered involuntarily as she imagined the frenzy the world press would stir up if those activities ever became public knowledge. She had to talk to him again, she knew that, but what could she gain from that meeting that would prove he did mean what he asked of her? Certainly a more detailed explanation of exactly what he expected her to do. She would ask him outright if his intentions were explicitly sexual towards the girl. In her mind she could easily accept that a middle-aged man had sexual fantasies about a young girl like Emily. If he did, how far had he proceeded towards actually doing things to her already? Maybe he just spied on her through a hole in the wall and got so randy he wants me to make her accept sexual contact. Is it just a guise to get into bed with me and not the girl at all? It could be and she immediately thought back to the last time she had been used by a man. It was a long time ago and after that experience she had vowed no man would ever touch her body again. Damn him if that's what he wants. Being a man he probably just expects me to jump into his bed when he clicks his fingers. He's old enough to be my father. Huh, my father? Heaven forbid, I hope that bastard's already rotting in hell. Her thoughts drifted back... back... to her childhood.. When Judith finally shook herself out of her reverie she looked at her watch and gasped. 1.30 am. She had been sitting here since she returned from work, nearly nine hours ago. She had consumed less than half of the scotch she had poured and hadn't even thought of eating. Oh, those last hours recalling her early years; the thoughts reverberated through her mind and made her physically shudder. And yet she was no less guilty now, than her parents were then, she realised. But surely the way she was treated as a youngster was the reason she was on the path she was on now. Could she blame her mother? Damn right she could. The evening had taken it's toll and she made her way to the bedroom. In the morning she would telephone Sir Theodore and seek another meeting. Chapter Nine She didn't ring the next day or the one after that. On her way to school she decided to let the old man stew for a while. It would put him on edge and that might help in her next discussion. Theo saw her walking towards him, at least fifteen minutes later than she had suggested. His heart fluttered for he wasn't sure what her reaction was going to be. He had been upset when she hadn't rung for two days after their first meeting and it made him think she had in fact gone to the authorities. Had his guess about treating Emily's two friends in some illegal way been wrong? Maybe. He had asked Emily if anything untoward had happened at school over the following two days but she said there hadn't been. "No police or anything like that?" "Police? Gosh no, Papa why do you ask that?" "Oh, nothing. It must have been at another school. I thought I heard a newscast about a break-in and I thought it was your school." "I don't think so," she had answered. "I think the whole school would have known if it was." And then her phone call at last. Another meeting. In the park? Why? Because she wanted privacy. That put him on edge again. Had she gone to the police and she was setting a trap for him. Was she wearing a microphone and had police somewhere nearby with listening devices? How could he tell? The local electronics shop sold him a small hand-held device that with the click of a button would tell if there were any transmitters within ten feet of him. It was usually used to check rooms before business meetings and the like. It was cradled in his hand in his coat pocket. He had resolved a course of action and all that was required was the lady herself. "I wondered if you would still be waiting, Sir Theodore," she said with a questioning smile. "Are you playing games with me, Miss Reymond?" "No, but I would be interested in discussing your proposition further." "My Proposition? What do you mean?" "What...?" she almost gasped, looking at him in surprise. At lease she's showing some emotion this time, Theo thought to himself. "But you asked me...?" "What are you talking about, Miss Reymond. I thought you asked me here to discuss Emily's progress. Isn't that correct?" He lifted his hand from his pocket and pressed the button. Nothing. No signal at all. If she had a microphone she would be broadcasting right from the outset. He looked up at her face and smiled. "Forgive me, Miss Reymond," he said almost happily. " But you see, I wasn't sure what your reaction had been to my little proposal of a few days ago. Especially when I didn't hear from you for several days. If you had gone to the police, you may well have been broadcasting today's conversation to a bunch of hidden officers and I just had to make sure. But I have this little gadget that tells me otherwise. I thank you for that." "Oh, I see," she said with a rueful smile. "My little gizmo tells me the same thing about you," she said holding up an identical device in her hand. His respect for the woman grew immensely and he returned her knowing smile. "Touche, Miss Reymond. I'm impressed." "Of course there's another possibility," she told him. "Another?" "Yes, I may be using a miniature tape recorder which wouldn't register on these things. Now, I'm not offering myself to you, Sir Theodore but you may frisk me if you wish and then I'll have the chance to do the same to you." "Hmm, yes, well I must admit I didn't think of that but I will bow to you and not insist on a closer inspection." "Very gallant, Sir Theodore. And here was I thinking you might have done all this just to get your hands on my body." "Such an injustice, Miss Reymond," he countered, enjoying the by-play. "Anyway, you asked me here to talk. I am at your service, madam." She sat beside him on the park bench. "I didn't know how to respond to your offer, your proposal, Sir Theodore. It was something I just never imagined ever hearing so as I'm sure you realise, there are many doubts and questions. Like why me? Why should you think I would be amenable to agreeing in any way to what you asked me to do? I just don't understand that." He looked straight at her for some seconds and fired his one and only piece of ammunition. "I know about the other two girls, Miss Reymond." The look on her face was an absolute giveaway. "The...? The two girls? What do you mean?" "I know you are doing things with the two young girls, Miss Reymond and I'm suspecting it is something along the lines I have suggested be done to Emily. Is my assumption correct?" He knew it was from the shock on her face. "You... You know? How?" She asked in a whisper, doubt and almost terror showing itself. "Emily told me. At least she told me of her friends leaving your detention class in most upset states but always refusing to discuss it with her. She still doesn't know why they were always so upset but I do, Miss Reymond. Girls don't mind talking about a punishment, even a caning. In fact they're usually proud if it, but when they simply refuse to say anything, even to their best friend, there's something far more sinister, I suspect. So after much deliberation I decided to bite the bullet, so to speak. I figure the worst I could face was verbal abuse from you and if it should go beyond yourself, I'm sure my good standing could easily have outranked any accusations you might make." "You're a devious man, Sir Theodore." "But a correct one, am I not?" "I won't answer that. Not yet at least. But will you answer more of my questions? "I may. Ask away." "Do you have a sexual association with Emily already, Sir Theodore?" "She is still intact, a virgin, if that is what you are asking. As for sexual, well there have been one or two occasions, mostly spankings and the like where I have tried to find her tolerance for obedience. But I haven't actually forced her into a sexual encounter as yet. I believe she hasn't even achieved an orgasm so far in her life." "Oh, my G... A virgin? A true virgin in every way," she repeated as though in thought. "Yes, that's correct." He was genuinely pleased with her reactions. "And just to make sure I understand you completely, you want me to force your daughter, uhm, your ward, Emily, into acts of a sexual nature with you, Sir Theodore? I need you to be very specific, to know what I would be getting into if I decided to accept." "Also with you, Miss Reymond. I want to see her forced to allow you access in any way you wish and in turn to do whatever you ask of her. All in a way that teaches her to feel humiliated yet acquiescent." He saw her gasp as her whole body become rigid so that only her bottom and shoulder blades were touching the seat, her head lifted upwards, eyes closed and little hissing noises shooting her teeth. Then she relaxed and her head fell forwards with fast heavy breathing. "Did I make you climax?" He asked incredulously. She didn't answer, trying desperately to gain her decorum again. "N... No, but I had to force myself not to," she finally admitted. "So you do enjoy the humiliation of young girls?" "Yes, damn you," she hissed again, not daring to look at him. "Incredible," he said shaking his head. "No, not you, me. My assumptions were right. I amaze myself." "And me too, Sir Theodore," she sighed. "Do you think we can dispense with formalities. You can call me simply Theodore or Theo if you wish." "I'm Judith, please call me that. I hate the abbreviation. Too much like the sea-side kids shows." "Well then, Judith, what do you say to my little proposal?" "I have one more question," she said looking at him. "Is it your plan to have sex with me as well as your daughter, Theo?" His mouth opened as if to speak but all he did was draw in a heavy breath. "I mean, if we are going to play naughty sex games with little Emily, there will be times I'm sure where either you or I would be, well, unclothed as it were. Quite often together, that way if I'm not mistaken. It's just that I haven't let a man touch me for nearly ten years. I'm not sure I could..." Theo felt his cock harden at the thought of touching her delicious body and contemplated actions that would include intercourse as part of their games. "Is that why it's only girls...? That brings you to the brink of orgasm, just thinking about them?" "Yes." "Can you tell me why?" "I've never told anyone... I don't think I could right now. But you want to, don't you? Fuck me, I mean?" "It's always been primarily to change Emily's ways, so that she begins to act more like the many fantasies I have about young girls. You understand, I'm sure. But I did wonder if we would enjoy times of shall we say, intimacy, as we progressed with her subjugation. Please don't take offense but are you a lesbian?" "A lesbian? No, I don't think so. I've never yearned to have sex with another woman although the few times I have, it was enjoyable." "But you do yearn for young girls?" She studied his face for several moments and then simply nodded her head. "Then we have something very much in common; a desperate urge to satisfy our sexual needs with young girls, to dominate them and use their youth to provide our sexual needs. Strange how two people who hardly know each other can acknowledge that, don't you think?" "I've never told a soul, just the girls and one or two close acquaintances who have been privileged to be my guests with the girls at times." "I see," he said, his eyes looking upwards as if in thought. "You don't think those acquaintances would jeopardize what we are considering. I mean I hadn't thought of bringing others into the circle." "No, that wouldn't be necessary, although you might find the time will come when you've done everything you can possibly think of to your charge. Then you need something else to keep the stimulation going. That's what it was like with me. I forced two youngsters to do the most obscene things for and to me until there wasn't another thing I could do to humiliate them further. The first time they were made to perform in the presence of firstly their own classmates, boys of course, then an adult male, I had an orgasm just thinking about it. But with Emily, that could be a long way down the track, Theo." "You sound as if you've already decided to join forces, Judith. Am I assuming too much?" "How could I say no to such a proposal, Theo. Yes, I want to, desperately, but I think there is something that should be cleared up before we go any further. We may become partners but we know nothing about each other and I doubt whether I'm ready to allow even you, my partner in crime, to have sex with me. I think you should at least know why I feel as I do." "I am good listener, Judith. It may even help just talking about whatever caused you to feel this way. Do you feel up to telling me right now?" "It's quite a long story, Theo. Maybe we should go to your house where we can relax a little better than out here on a park bench. No funny business though, Understand?" "I promise I'll be the perfect gentleman, Judith." ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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