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TRAINING THE TWINS (C) February 2002 BOOK ONE OF TWO - Part 6 of 8 (Mgg,MFfm,Rom,coerced,nc,1st.time,teen,spk,menst,bdsm,etc) Sexual Fantasy Fiction By Writer'sCramp The Characters: Sally Gordon, aged 35, divorced 7 years, blue-eyed blonde, attractive, shy, little self-confidence. Samantha Gordon, her daughter aged 13/14, blonde and pubescent, shy. Wesley Gordon, her son aged 13/14, dark haired, twin of Samantha, shy but intrigued with female anatomy. Vincent Gamble, Sally's boss Jeremy Saunders (Jerry), Sally's new found friend and future husband, dominant and demanding once he becomes irreplaceable. The Covenant Members: Fellows Family: Benjamin, aged 45, a doctor specializing in cosmetic surgery, Faith, his wife, aged 42, Bethany, aged 16, shy and extremely self-conscious, long blonde hair, Aimee, aged thirteen, demure and easily embarrassed, light brunette. Borack Family: Izador, aged 47, a so-called minister of religion, Franzescha, his wife, aged 31, fresh and willing, dark hair, Marie-Louise, aged 14, brainwashed from an early age to obey implicitly, black hair, Christopher, aged thirteen, wimpish, Lee-Anne, aged twelve, cheeky and attempts anything but careful not to upset her parents. ********************************************* All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and uncompressed Text format from: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 Comments are sought and welcomed at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please take the time to let me know what you think of my stories. I DO need your feedback. ********************************************* Chapter Nineteen As they approached the house he finished the story abruptly. "Anyway, The girls were finally inducted into The Covenant and are now used by every member, adults, boys and girls, quite regularly. The females are swapped around the households between meetings and the men, in this case, just Izador but soon me as well, get to control who their sons fuck and how often." He stopped and looked down for a few seconds. "There is something I want to discuss with you after dinner, Sally. It's something that's been running through my mind for several days and I think it would be good for us, you and me, and the twins, I mean." "So you're going to keep me guessing until then?" "My prerogative, poor little slave." "I know I'm heading that way, and I think I'll enjoy being your slave, my darling. For seven years I've been starved of sex and had to make all the decisions. Now you come along and I find I'm to be given to a dozen others for as much sex as they want and I won't have any decisions to make because you'll do all that for me. Maybe I've died and gone to heaven." "Sometimes it may seem like hell but if you behave yourself there will definitely be more heaven than hell." "Oh, goody," she laughed happily. They both showered and returned to their favourite place before the log fire and caressed each other for a long passionate session. Sally was amazed at his self control for she could feel his erection pressing against her as they kissed yet he never once tried to feel her up even over her nightgown which she thought was very sexy and inviting. They finally parted both aroused, and breathing heavily. "I love you deeply, Jeremy," she whispered as she gazed up into his eyes. "And I love you too, future Mrs Jeremy Saunders." "Make me Mrs Saunders right now, please, Jeremy," she pleaded. "Make love to me." "When we are married and not before. Which, coincidentally, is what I want to talk to you about. Up to now I have not taken the wives until the wedding nights for each family as they entered The Covenant. It has been my prerogative to fuck each female first as soon as they are married into the membership but I want to do something different for us. After all it is my family that I am offering the rest of them isn't it?" "Yes, Master," she giggled. "So what we're going to do, no choice, my decision you understand..." "Yes, Sir," she saluted with a smile. "...is to have Izador marry us with the children as witnesses, before your induction into The Covenant." "Oh, that will be wonderful, Jeremy, but is Izador able to perform weddings? Are minors allowed to witness a marriage?" "Oh he has all the right approvals and who's to know fourteen year olds have signed?" "They'd love to be involved, I know it," Sally said happily. He began to explain what he intended and the more he explained, the wider her eyes became, the deeper her blushes. He finished by saying he would explain to the children himself, inviting them to be part of the ceremony and the date was set for one week's time. Once she had heard how their wedding would be conducted she couldn't stop thinking about what she faced but knew if she wanted to keep Jeremy happy she had no choice but to agree. Anyway, she told herself it just means the twins would come to know their future a lot sooner than she had expected. Wesley of course would play along, would accept the conditions Jeremy planned but she couldn't see how Sam would ever agree to participate in something like that. Still it was in Jeremy's hands now, and she was but a pawn in the little games he was preparing. She couldn't stop herself blushing every time she thought about what was to come. They arrived home after dinner on Sunday night and Sally was relieved to find both twins at home, Wes watching TV and Sam, as usual in her room reading. She called them both into the living room where she stood before them a wide smile on her face, holding Jeremy's hand. "Oh, my god," Sam gasped when she saw the look on her mother's face. "What?" Wes asked in all his innocence. "Sam and Wes, we have some news to tell you," Sally said a little too loud with a little too much niceness. She waited for a few seconds for some reaction and when none came, Jeremy told them, "Wesley and Samantha, your mother and I are going to be married." Immediately Wesley responded. "Married? Oh that's great," he said with a wide smile and looked across at his sister. "Sis?" Samantha sat very still, her face lowered and she seemed to be holding back tears. She didn't seem to hear Wes's comment and she seemed very much put out with the so-called news. "Sam?" Her mother asked, disappointed that both her children weren't jumping over the moon with joy for her. Sam suddenly jumped up and ran into her room, slamming the door after her. Jeremy restrained Sally from following and whispered, "Give her a little time baby then I'll go and speak with her." Then he looked at Wes and said, "I pleased that at least someone is happy for us, Wes." "Oh, she's just a girl, Mr. Saunders. They always cry, you know." "Do they? I never realised you were an authority on girls, Wes." "Nah, but that's just what they do, go off and bawl their eyes out then they get over it. She'll be all right, I know she will," the youngster replied seriously. "So, when are yer gettin hitched?' He asked nonchalantly. "Next Saturday, here in the house and we would like you and Samantha to be our witnesses if that's all right with you." "You mean like the best man and all that?" "Exactly but you won't have to make a speech or anything, just sign the Marriage Certificate to say you witnessed the wedding. It will be a great day, I'm sure. We don't have time to go away on a honeymoon so we've decided to have our wedding night here as well. We have already arranged the parson to perform the ceremony and organise the evening and we thought it would be nice for just the four of us to be together. What do you think?" "Oh, neato. Can I drink beer?" "How old are you?" "Uhm, sixteen," he said, blushing as soon as the lie left his lips. "Wes," his mother warned him. "Yeah, well I'm really fourteen but I'd like to taste beer," he admitted sheepishly. "What do you think, Mother? Should we let our boy break the law?" "Well, maybe just this once," she said with a smile. "Yeah," he shouted, punching the air. "Wes, let's go to your room and have a man to man talk, OK?" "All right," the youngster agreed and leapt out of his chair. He was fired up with excitement. Wes sat on his bed and Jeremy pulled a chair across and sat backwards, leaning his arms on the back of the chair and looked into the youngster's eyes. "Wes, you will probably find a lot of differences having me around after so long without a Daddy, what do you think?" "Oh, maybe but I miss not having a father like my friends," he said shyly. "I want to be a real father to you and Samantha, Wes but there will be some rules imposed that you might not like." "Rules? What kind of rules?" "Oh, for instance, honesty, absolute honesty in everything and openness. That means no secrets between anyone of us, but most of all I expect you and Sam to be obedient in every way. What your mother or I ask or tell you to do will be obeyed without objection. We are the adults and I expect you to obey us in every way, no matter what it might be. Do you think you can agree to that, Wes?" "I... I suppose so," he said hesitantly, then, as a thought came to him, he asked, "What kind of things do you mean?" "Whatever we decide to want you to do, it matters only that you obey without objecting." "Well that's what we do for Mum now anyway." "Sure it is. I guess the only difference will be that instead of your mother just shouting at you telling you you're a naughty boy, I'll punish you," Jerry said bluntly. "Punish me? How? I'm fourteen now, you know. What would you do?" "I'd punish you befitting to your disobedience but I am very serious, Wes, be a good boy and we will get along just fine. Disobey and you will soon learn that I mean what I say." "Shit," the boy swore at the floor. "For instance if we ever hear you swearing from now on, I will spank you." "Spank me? You will actually spank me? Mum doesn't do that." "She will from now on because I will give her permission to, and I am a great supporter of your mother. Oh, and another thing, from now on I want you to call her Mummy. You're her little boy and you will respect her as your own dear Mummy. Understand?" "But it makes me sound such a baby, Mr. Saunders. Why can't I call her Mum like I always have?" "Simply my young boy, because I say you can't. Just think of it like this, if you call her Mummy you'll earn good boy points but if I ever hear 'Mum' just once it means a punishment in some form, and you won't like it. You choose, Wes." "Yes, Sir." "Oh, by the way you can call me Dad if that helps. In a week's time I'll be your father anyway." "You mean it? I can call you Dad? It's been so long," the youngster said in wonderment, almost to himself "Now tell me about yourself. Got a girlfriend?" "Uh? No, I guess not." "Wish you did?" "Suppose so but..." "But they make you choke up when you try to talk with them?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Ever seen one naked?" "W-h-a-t?" He asked in a long drawn out and surprised voice. "Just wondered if you've ever seen a naked girl, that's all." He was pleased to see the boy turn a vivid red. "N... No," he mumbled, more embarrassed than he could ever remember. "Like to?" "Uh? Y... Yeah, I suppose." "What about Samantha?" "Sam...? You mean naked? Noooo," he said in a whisper. "Thought not. Just between you and me, Wes, one of the things I'll be insisting upon very soon is that none of the four of us have any secrets from each other. None at all. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "You mean about obeying you and Mum... I mean, Mummy?" "I mean there is no reason at all for any of us to keep secrets from any of our family. If Sam wants to cover herself from anyone looking at her, for instance in the bathroom, she is keeping secrets and that will definitely not be allowed. Now what do you suppose I mean by that?" The boy thought seriously for a moment then looked up at Jerry. "You mean she has to show herself to me? Naked?" "It will take a while for her to understand that, I suppose..." "You bet it will," the boy interrupted. "...But she will learn it's best to co-operate, to obey. Of course, it's reciprocal. What she has to conform to, so do you and your mother and I for that matter." "You mean I have to let her see me too?" He asked then turning a deeper red than before added, "And Mum..., I mean Mummy? She will see me in the nuddie?" "As naked as the day you were born." "Will we become nudists then? I mean walk around the house without wearing anything?" "If you want." "Hot damn. Oh, you're joking aren't you? Dad? You'd kill me if I saw Mummy without any clothes." "I guess only time will tell. Now, I want to buy you something, a present, something you'd really like, to celebrate our marriage. Tell me what you'd like the most. No cars yet, you're only fourteen." "Anything...? Oh, gee, I don't know... Yes I do, a computer and internet access." "Have that at school do you? The internet?" "Yeah, it's great." "With Net Nanny attached, I suppose." "Year, that's right. We're not allowed to look at sex things." "What if I were to give you full access here in your own room? Would you like that? Nothing banned." He looked up into his future stepfather's eyes trying to work out what the catch was. "You... You mean it, Dad? You'd let me look at anything?" "If that's what you want. One major condition though. You must never, repeat, never tell anyone about what happens in the privacy of this house. What happens within this family is forever private and secret except between ourselves. That means not even hinting to your friends about seeing naked females, your sister or your mother for instance or about your unlimited access. Promise me, Wes." "Sure I promise that, Dad. I'd be a fool to, wouldn't I?" "Know what the consequences would be?" "You mean a spanking?" "Far worse than that, Wes. It would mean the arrest of your mother and me and you two would go to government institutions where you'd have no freedom at all, where you can be mis-treated by sadists and perverts to their hearts content. And you'd have no say whatsoever until you turn eighteen. Know what some men do to kids like you?" "I've read the papers, Dad. They're poofters and queers." "But do you know what they would do to you?" "I... I... Uhm, sex things, I guess." "Like what?" Wes squirmed around on the bed and opened his hands indicating he had no idea at all. "Imagine being held down by a man three times your size, your clothes stripped away and then feel their big cock pushing up you backside. It's called anal rape but imagine how you'd feel. No one would listen to any complaint from a kid and when they've done it once they'll be back pretty soon to do it again. You'll begin to live in fear never knowing when you have to shove your bum in the air for them and it won't be long before your sucking their cocks off whenever it pleases them. Can you imagine that, Wes?" "Oh, shit, I'd die, Dad," the boy whimpered. "It's what you'd face if anyone ever learned of the way we will be living once I marry your mother, Wes. We'll be a happy and contented family enjoying each other's company and love but the authorities would never see it that way. If they knew you and your sister were required to appear naked before us all, or found we allowed you to surf the net for all the pornography you can handle, that's the outcome. Into a home and then wait to be raped by some big black bastard who you couldn't ever stop." "I promise I'd never tell anyone, Dad," the youngster said seriously. "Of course, there's nothing wrong with pornography as long as it's kept private. It's what couples do every night behind their closed doors so what's the problem with some people taking photos of their little games for showing to others. Besides it will teach you a million times faster about sex than trying to read books, don't you think? Sex is the most pleasurable pastime and it is your Mother's and my job to teach both you and Sam all there is to know." "Gee," the boy gasped as he realised what Jerry had said. "So a new computer and the Internet? Is that it?" "Will it cost too much?" "Money won't be a problem any more, Wes, I promise. Here, let's shake on it. I have to go and talk to Sam now. Try to make her understand too." "Are you going to tell her about being naked, too?" He asked incredulously. "Sure. Just don't mention anything to her until you are shown your sister in all her glory, OK? Then she'll know and you can talk to her about it. Never seen her naked, is that it?" "She'd scream the house down if I had," the boy told him. I guess you'll be hoping it happens soon then?" Wes blushed and lowered his eyes. "I guess so," he admitted and felt his cock stiffen. "Every woman is good to look at naked and I'm sure you'll jerk off thinking about her a lot from now on," Wes couldn't believe how casual his soon-to-be stepfather spoke about Sam's nudity and now about him jerking off. No one knew he did that, not even his best friends. He had no answer. "Well, I guess it is all a bit much to take in all at once, Wes. But sex is good, never be ashamed or embarrassed about it, boy. Leave that to the girls." "OK Dad," he responded with a sly smile then as Jerry was opening the door added, "Dad, thanks." "Sure, son." Son? It gave Wesley a deep warm feeling. Chapter Twenty Jerry tapped on her door and waited several seconds before calling out her name. "Samantha, may I come in?" Silence. "Samantha?" "What? Go away." "Samantha, I'm going to open your door and come in. I need to talk with you." He heard some scuffling and gave her time to do whatever she wanted to hide from him. He smiled, wondering whether she was hiding underwear or getting dressed. Then he slowly turned the handle and pushed the door slightly open, not intruding but said softly. "Let me talk with you, Samantha. We need to talk." After several seconds of silence she replied in a soft voice, "All right." Jerry entered and closed the door behind him. She was sitting on the edge of her bed and her eyes were red from crying. "I know you're upset, Samantha and I want to talk to you about it. I don't want you to be unhappy, Samantha. Oh, can I call you Sam? It would be so much easier." "I suppose." "I love your mother, Sam." It only sent the youngster into another bout of sobbing, which took a while to subside. She wiped the tears away with her handkerchief and sniffed several times. "Will you tell me why you're so unhappy, Sam? I'd really like to know," he said softly. "Please tell me." "Your not my father," she finally mumbled. "But I'd like to take his place, Sam, really I would. Do you miss him that much? It's been a long time since he left isn't it?" "I hated him," she half mumbled and cried at the same time. "He hurt Mum and I was glad when she divorced him." "Then you aren't upset because I'll be taking his place then?" She looked at him for the first time, tears still welling up. "Why didn't Mum tell me first," the youngster blurted out almost fiercely, seemingly blaming Jerry for it all. "But we did, Sam. We've told no one else. Just you and Wes." "But you got married before you talked to us." "We aren't married yet, Sam. We would never do that without you being there. In fact I've just spoken to Wes and want to ask you the same thing; will you come with Wes to our wedding and be the two witnesses we need? There will be just the four of us, and the Minister. No one else is invited. Please say you will, Sam, Your mother so wants you to be happy for us. We both want us to become a happy and loving family, not like it was when your real father was with you." "He was never a father," she stated bitterly. "I promise I won't be like him, Sam. And I don't want to intrude into a family that doesn't want me but your mother and I love each other so much and I do want you to learn to love me too." "You promise you won't get drunk and beat us, Mum and me and Wes?" "Is that what he did, your real father?" "Yes," she whispered and tears flowed again. "Come here baby," he said holding out his arms to cradle her in. Jerry was overjoyed when she suddenly stood and actually rushed unto his arms, clinging to him, her face pressed against his chest and her body wracked with deep sobs. He held her tightly to him, running his hands over her back, feeling her juvenile bra strap with the resulting twitch of his cock as he did so. Neither made a sound and after several minutes he felt her relax and step back from their embrace. "Can we sit down on your bed and talk, Sam?" She sniffed, nodded her head and led him to the side of her bed. She felt very self-conscious sitting here in the closed room with her new father. There was an air of intimacy she had never felt before and it both daunted and excited her at the same time. "You're nervous, I can tell," Jerry said with a smile, trying to break the ice. "Ye... I... I suppose I am," she stammered feeling quite embarrassed. "I don't mind, you know. It isn't easy for anyone to talk to their new stepfather for the first time. I want to learn to love you, Sam, just as I love your mother. I want our family, well, I guess my new family, to be the happiest and close family that ever lived. Do you think that's possible?" She hadn't lifted her eyes from the floor since she sat down beside him and still felt slightly uncomfortable but his self- assurance and warmth began to ease her doubts. "Will Mum still love me?" She finally asked not answering his question. "Is that what's worrying you, Sam? If you mother loves me now, how can she love you too?" The youngster began to weep silently again, wiping her eyes with the now very wet handkerchief. "I'm being stupid, I know," she excused herself. "I don't think you've ever been stupid, Sam. You're a very beautiful young lady who is facing changes in her life right now that all seem too hard to come to terms with. Is that how you feel?" "I think so," she agreed, happy that he seemed to understand her feelings. "Are you happy for your mother, Sam?" "Look," she said firmly as some of her confidence returned. "We were a happy family before you came along," she told him with purpose leaving her real meaning for him to grasp himself. "I'm sure you were," Jerry agreed, knowing just how to change her attitude. "But what about your mother? She had been working six days a week just to scrape enough money together to pay the mortgage, feed you all and give you the education and all those extras that you and Wes demanded. I'm not blaming you, Sam, or Wesley, because your mother did it out of love for you both. But think about her life. Very few friends, no one she could share intimate things with, no one to fulfill her sexually and no money to spend on those little luxuries women like so much. She shared all that between you and Wes." "I... I... Never knew... Oh, I never thought... Oh, ..." And the tears flowed again. "I'm not telling you this to make you feel ashamed, Sam. Your mother never complained once because she loves you so much she wanted to do those things for you. Look, I'll tell you this, I've paid off the mortgage, your mother doesn't know so please don't tell her because I want to surprise her with the clear deeds to the property on our wedding day. She doesn't have to go back to work now because I'll become the breadwinner as a man should." "Are you rich? I mean, you're a lawyer, they're rich, aren't they?" "Some are. I'll earn enough to keep you living in the manner you're accustomed to," he said with a smile, looking at her. She glanced at him and saw the happy smile that told her he was joking with her. "Yes, all right, I can provide whatever you need, young lady but don't tell anyone. The revenue people would just love to hear that. You don't work for the Revenue Bureau do you?" "No," she sniggered. "Phew, that's a relief," he said dramatically which made her laugh for the first time. "Sam, some things will change in the family as I become part of it." "What things?" "Well for one thing I will be head of the house, not your mother. It's a man's role and because you haven't had a man about the house for so long you may find it difficult to accept my decisions instead of your mother's. What do you think about that?" She thought for a time, brushing her toes across the carpet, not really sure what to say. "I suppose... I suppose I can understand that... uhm, what do I call you?" "Your mother calls me Jeremy but I would be very honoured if you would call me, Daddy." "Daddy? It sounds so... so juvenile." "Well one thing I want you to do is call your mother, Mummy from now on. It just sounds so much more loving than Mum. I've already asked Wes to do the same, you know." "You have? What did he say?" "Oh, he was happy to agree." "He did?" She asked in surprise. "He was happy to when I explained. I did tell him he could call me Dad but I would very much like my new daughter to call me Daddy. Would you do that from now on?" "What about when my friends come around? Do I still have to do that then?" "If you didn't, you'd be using double standards, Sam. Can you understand that?" "But they'll think me a child..." "Is it better to carry double standards just because someone might laugh at you? In fact you will find many girls do that but where is the honesty? If you can call us Mummy and Daddy to our faces why can't you do it in front of your friends too? They'll soon get used to it you know and I might add, they'll respect you more for being honest. Just tell them you like calling us by those more loving names. Will you do that for me, Sam?" "Y... Yes, I suppose," she agreed hesitantly. "Sam, I told Wes there are some things I expect of you both, I call them the three 'O's'." "What is that?" "I expect you to be totally open with me and your mother. Than means no secrets, none at all. It means you keep nothing from us at all. You'll discuss anything at all with us, things that you may have thought private or personal, things that you think might be embarrassing, nothing is to be taboo between us, Can you understand what I mean by that, Sam?" "I... I'm not sure, uhm... Uhm, Daddy," she said nervously. "Oh, that's wonderful, sweetheart," he said, holding her face between his hands and kissing her on the forehead. "Thank you," he beamed at her and she smiled self-consciously. "You're still not sure what I mean by Openness?" "Well, no, I guess not." "Then let me ask you this; name something that you would never talk to your mother about, something private and personal." He saw the blush rising across her face and she began to wriggle and it stirred his loins no end. She was indeed embarrassed. "Sam...?" "Well, uhm, I don't..." "Want me to make a suggestion?" "Uhm, I suppose..." "I'm going to ask you two things, Sam, and I want you to be entirely open with me. Will you do that please?" More hesitation and shuffling then she agreed. "Are you a virgin, Sam?" Her eyes shot up into his face and he saw her face turn crimson. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. "Sam?" He had no intention of letting her off the hook. "It's embarrassing," she whimpered. "What I want you to understand, Sam is that nothing should embarrass you between members of your own family. Just tell me then all the concern you have falls away immediately. Well?" "Y... Yes," she whispered. "What? You are a virgin or you agree the concerns will fall away?" "No, I'm a virgin... Daddy." He turned and wrapped his arms around her and held her for more than a minute. "Thank you, little one. Thank you for trusting me and being open. It wasn't so bad was it?" "It was... It was awful," she whispered but he noticed she didn't burst into tears again. "One day, Sam, I want to have a long talk to you about virginity. It's so precious that you must protect it fiercely until the right man comes along." "Oh," she gasped at the thought of such a discussion. "One more thing I want you to tell me about is your periods." "My per... Oh, I can't," she gasped in shock. "I want you to be open with your new daddy, Sam. Please," he added encouragingly. Her face was blushing crimson red, which stirred him no end, and she found it difficult to say anything. Finally she gulped and with a small broken voice asked, "What do you want to know?" "Everything. Why don't you start from the beginning and keep nothing back. That's what openness means, Sam. It only hurts in your mind, nowhere else. Once you learn to be open with your parents you'll find life much more easy to cope with." "I feel as though I'm going to faint, Daddy," she gasped but he knew she wouldn't. "Must we do this?" "Indeed we must, young lady. And it must be right now," he added a little more forcefully. "Don't forget every girl in the world has periods so it isn't such a big secret really, is it?" "I... I guess not. I... I... It started when I'd just turned eleven years old and I have it every month. Is that what you want?" "And...?" "Oh," she sighed and took a deep breath. "My last one finished just two days ago and the next one is due exactly three weeks time. It always lasts for five days so with two days since it finished there's three weeks to go." She looked up at him hoping it was over. "What do you use?" "Mum buys... Mummy buys me Kotex pads," she said with more blushing. "Do you feel sick when they arrive?" "Only sometimes. Mum... Mummy gives me some Asprin then." "What do you do with the used pads? Sam?" She blushed deeply again if that were possible. "I, uhm, I put them in special bags and they go into the garbage." "I guess it's hard to keep it secret from Wesley, then?" "Oh, I'd hate it if he ever..." "He will, you know. Otherwise you wouldn't be open with him, would you?" Sam couldn't believe what she heard. She gasped and looked at him hoping she had misheard him but the look on his face told her she hadn't. "Daddy, I couldn't, I just couldn't tell Wes I was having my period. I would die." "Have you died talking to me about it?" "That's different?" "How?" "Because you're not Wesley." "I don't want this family to grow up with secrets from each other, Sam. Just as he will learn to be open so must you. It is for all of us not just you. I want you to understand that please." "But it's so... It's private," she pleaded. "Even your mother will not keep her periods from you from now on, Sam, and once you learn to act that way yourself you'll find so much more freedom. Anyway, let me tell you this and I don't want you to let me down. When you begin your next period I want you to announce that fact quite clearly to us during dinner that evening. Then it's all out in the open and everyone knows what you're going through and will have sympathy for you when you don't feel so well. In fact your mother's period is due at the end of next week so she will be the first to announce such an event. Once that's over it will become commonplace." The look on her face was a cross between disbelief and indignation and Jerry knew he was going to have many arousing moments making her do things she hated. "Promise?" "Promise what?" She asked. "That you won't let me down," he said bluntly. She hesitated then looked at Jerry and asked, "Will Wes have to hear me too?" "Of course. He's part of your family. Why shouldn't he be included?" "I don't want to do it, Daddy." "Then I'm going to be blunt with you, Sam, because you will learn that you have to obey your parents. Now while I'm not your real Daddy, I will take on that role when I marry your mother in just a weeks time. From then on, both your mother and I expect you and Wes to obey us in every way, no matter what. I won't have you questioning our authority." "That's not fair," she said defiantly. "In fact it's very fair and it will lead to a family unit that becomes the most loving family you could ever meet. I'm not trying to become some sort or ogre, Sam, but I do intend to lead us all towards a goal of happiness and closeness that I know will excite you more than you could ever imagine right now. But Sam, to achieve that, there has to be one leader pointing the way, not four individuals all going their own way. I know it isn't easy being told how to do even the simplest things but it is the only way to learn and at times that learning will be difficult. You will be punished..." "Punished? What does that mean?" "Exactly what it is meant to mean. You will be penalized for small wrongs and you will be more harshly punished for bigger wrong doings, which I must tell you includes refusing to obey. That, in fact, is the second part of the '3 O's' I mentioned when we began talking. First there's openness then comes obedience. I and your mother will require absolute obedience from now on, no ifs and buts, no hesitation, just immediate obedience." "It's not fair," she pouted. "I wonder if you will still be saying that in three months time, Sam," Jerry said with a far off look. "I can see four people loving each other so much that they never want to be apart. Even you and Wesley will love each other so much that there will never be a thought of fighting as you do now... No, I know how it is with young people," he interrupted her attempt to object. "They want to be top dog and so take great delight in putting their siblings down whenever they can. That will cease in this household, Sam. Wes knows it and now so do you." "Yes, Sir," she said, her head bowed. Then she looked up at him and asked, "How will you punish me?" "Do you really want to know?" "Of course." "It will begin with groundings and missing dinner." "Oh, shit, Mum does that already." "Not very successful then, I guess," he quipped. "Then the next level is a good spanking, on the bottom." "You wouldn't," she dared him but suddenly lost her courage. "Would you?" "A good spanking is what every young girl needs from time to time but if she continues to disobey it will move to a bare bottom spanking, panties around your ankles." He stopped purposefully to see her reaction. A look of horror crossed her face at the thought of ever having to face that. "Mum would never do that," she stated presumptuously. "But I would." "You? On my bare bottom? Never." "Most definitely. In fact Friday will be set aside to take each of you to task for your misdemeanors of the week. When any of the three of you..." "Three of us? Who?" "You, Wes and your mother of course." "You'd spank Mum too? I don't believe it." "She knows. One of the conditions of our marriage, in fact. I will become the head of this house in every way but she will be right there beside me." "And I suppose Wes and I walk a pace behind like the Prince?" "Ah, good one, Sam. Yes very good, I like that," he said with a laugh. "No you'll be beside us too and you'll be holding our hands." "So you can't spank me?" "That's quite metaphoric, Sam, but keep in mind, my hand will always be prepared." "So, what happens if you spank me on the bare and then I'm still not good enough for you?" "Do you know what a tawse is, Sam?" "A tors? No." "It's spelled t-a-w-s-e and comes from England where they had very strict school rules in earlier days. It's a thick leather strap about 2 inches wide with a cut right down the centre. Hurts like the devil, so I'm told. I have several." "You'd use that? That's torture." "That's discipline. I also have several wonderful jockey's whips and if it progresses beyond that I'm sure I can find ways to hold you quite secure while they are laid on your bare body until you admit you have been very naughty." "I'll try to be good, Daddy," she said quietly, not wishing to upset him in any way and yet frightened at the implications of his threats. "I know you will, baby. And I promise you times will be good for us all but I'm sure there will be reasons for punishments even if you try your very best, no one ever succeeds all the time," he warned her without threatening in any way. "Sam, there is one thing I have to tell you that is very important, not just for you but for all of us." "What is it, Daddy?" She was feeling quite happy to call him Daddy now it somehow gave her a comforting feeling. He was beginning to fill a void and although she couldn't put her finger on exactly how his presence made her feel that way, she was sure it was for the good. "It's very important that you never speak to anyone about what we do as a family, Sam. There will always be people who won't agree with all the things we will do together and it would only take one person to complain, even if they didn't understand what we were doing, for the authorities could come and jail your mother and I and put you and Wes into a home. I don't have to tell you what that would be like. Once a child comes under their care they'll never escape and live a life of drudgery and unhappiness until at least they turn eighteen, maybe even longer. There's countless stories of workers in those places using the children for their own personal pleasure, girls become constantly raped and made to perform vile things for both men and women and Wesley would find himself used just as much by perverts. Do you know what certain kinds of men do to young boys, Sam?" "I've heard about pedophiles but I'm not sure..." "Some men lust to rape young boy's bottoms, and where better to find young boys than to work in places where the kids are literally at their mercy. Girls are abused just the same way, there's no love just older men and women's lust. They're not nice places and no one would listen to a kid if they ever complained; their abuse would just become worse. Could you ever imagine living under that sort of authority, knowing it was you that put yourself and Wes there and sent your parents to prison for a very long time?" Sam watched Jerry with a horrified look as he detailed the results of speaking to people about their new lifestyle. She had no idea what Jerry had in store for her but the thought of what might happen if she did speak out would be something that remained with her for many years after this discussion. "But I wouldn't tell anyone, Daddy. I promise I wouldn't." "We will be doing many very pleasurable things together, Sam and I know you will soon learn how wonderful a real loving family can be for each member, but you have to be on your guard never to even hint what we do together, not even to your best friends." "What kind of things will we do, Daddy?" "Oh, there's no need to go into that just now, you will soon learn, baby, just let things take their course," he encouraged her with a smile then went on. "Now there are some things we can get under way right away. Do you wear pantyhose or tights?" "Oh yes, sometimes." "From now on, they are banned for all members of this house. Please bring them and put them in a heap on the floor." "Why?" "That's something you'll have to learn, Sam. When I ask you to do anything, I don't expect to be questioned about it. If I want you to know why, I'll tell you. In this case, I will explain. They are an abomination to womanhood, they stop access to the very centre of a woman's core and besides they are unhygienic. From now on if you need to wear stockings, you will do so with a garter belt." "But at school...?" "What about school?" "When I change for sport, others will see me. They'll laugh. Anyway if we're caught in anything but school tights we get detention." "Then you may keep your school pantyhose but bring all the rest. From now on, the moment you step inside our front door before you do anything you'll remove the offensive garment. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy," she agreed, realising his demands were law. "What other underwear do you have to wear to school?" "Oh," she blushed. "Sam, remember what you agreed about openness?" "Yes, Sir," she agreed softly as the blush rose on her cheeks. "Uhm, we have to wear white cotton panties and bra, that's all. For sport we have a sports bra." She felt dreadful explaining such intimacies to a man she didn't know very well and yet the way he asked seemed so innocent. "I don't think you need to wear a bra at all," he told her. "Your little boobies look just lovely, Sam. What size do you wear?" "Uhm, 30b," she said immediately then blushed furiously. "Don't ever be ashamed about your breasts, little one. They are just charming. Now, from now on I do not want to ever see you wearing slacks so you can put any you have on the pile too." She looked up into his face but on seeing his seriousness she went straightaway and dumped the several pairs she owned, onto the floor. "Now let's look at your sleepwear. No more pajamas except for baby dolls. Put the rest onto the heap." "All of them? That's all I ever wear to bed, Daddy." "You have no nightdresses?" "Oh, some but I never wear any of them." "From now on you will. Get the jamies." Her shoulders slumped but she obeyed. "Now your bras and panties, I want to see them." "But... But, Daddy...?" "Stop being coy, Sam. Just bring them and lay them out on the bed. I'll decide which ones you can keep." "But they're all good," she told him seriously. "But I'm sure I won't like many of them and that's important, don't you think?" "But you'll never see them," she complained. "When you have no secrets of course I'll see them and when I do I want to take pleasure in seeing them. Those I don't like won't give me pleasure." She had no idea what he meant but this wasn't the time to argue. She would complain to her mother later. When she laid them out she soon saw only the smallest and those that were transparent were left for her, all the others were discarded. "What about the ones you're wearing now?" "The ones I'm...? Oh, they're just normal," she said hesitantly. "Let me see." "Wha...? You mean...?" "Sam what have we been talking about for the last hour? For goodness sake, just lift your skirt and show me." It was the most embarrassing moment she could ever remember. Not even her mother had seen her in her underwear let alone a man. "I... I don't... I can't, Daddy." "That will be marked against you, Sam. Please don't let me have to ask a second time. I am your father after all, for goodness sake. Why do you call me Daddy if I'm not." He had a way with words that left her with no answer. With an ever-reddening face she slowly raised her skirt until just the leg of her panties were visible. "All the way Sam, then turn around so I can see them clearly." Oh, it was awful. She could hardly catch her breath her heart was beating so fast. But she knew she had no choice. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and lifted the hem of her skirt above her waist then slowly pirouetted until she faced him again. Before she opened her eyes she felt his hands fumbling with the buttons on her blouse and jumped back. "Just stand still, Sam, It's no more than you've just showed me," he said beckoning her back towards him with his fingers. Then he continued to undo several buttons and parted her blouse to look at her bra. Jerry wasn't actually looking at her underwear rather the plumpness of her small breasts that filled the bra. Oh, yes, he thought. My first cupping of these will send me into bliss, he thought as he closed the garment and allowed her to do the buttons up. "Please put these with the ones on the floor, Sam." "What now? With you here?" "No, you can do it later. Now let's sit down and I'll tell you why I want these garments sent to the Charity shop. Sam, despite what you've been taught at school, women were created to give pleasure to men, they are not simply here to do what they like themselves. Men like to see women in clothes that arouse their curiosity. A beautiful girl dressed in dowdy clothes does little for a man's thoughts of her but if she is clothed in garments that show off her attributes with class and style men will stop and stare, wondering what she's like, what is she wearing under that dress, what does she look like beneath her underwear. That is how I want you and your mother to dress, not for those peasants out there who drool over any classy woman who comes along but for me. I want you to dress for me and me alone. When you wear sexy underwear and beautiful clothes I want to wonder about you. You will dress to please me, to arouse me and to attract me to you. Do you understand why I've thrown out all those clothes now?" "You mean about sex, Daddy? Do you think about sex when you see me? And Mum... I mean Mummy?" "Of course I do, sweetheart. When my women are dressed beautifully they not only look beautiful but they feel beautiful. Never wear slacks, baby. It takes away all the mystique. If a man wants sex, in his mind of course, slacks say to him, this woman gives me no access to her treasures and that is not what I want to think when I look at you or your mother. Now I know you've been thinking it's wrong to throw away all these clothes but I've given your mother a credit card and I have one for you too. Here," he said, handing her a gold Amex card with her name on it. I had to tell them you were sixteen but you won't tell anyone will you?" "Uh? Oh, no of course not," she said her mind in turmoil. "I want you to stop home from school tomorrow and go on a spending spree with your mother. Go to all the expensive shops and buy until you drop. I've told your mother you are to buy arms full of sexy underwear and sleepwear and I want lots of dresses that button up the front and skirts and blouses. Lots of short skirts too. Be sexy to feel sexy, little one." "Oh," she gasped at his straightforward words. "You mean I can buy whatever I want. How much. Two hundred dollars, is that too much?" "How about five thousand dollars apiece. Do you think you can look beautiful after that?" "Five thou...? Oh, Daddy, thank you," she squealed as she lunged herself against him and hugged him tightly. "Do you really mean that much?" "With one condition." He saw here questioning look. "I want you and your mother to model some of the nighties and underwear for me tomorrow night." "In my underwear? Oh," she sighed. "That will make me feel terrible." "But I will enjoy it." She looked at him seriously then smiled. "Could you please not let Wes see us, at least for this time? I know you think he shouldn't be kept out of our secrets but this would be so embarrassing for him to see me without proper clothes on." "Just this once I agree. So it's a deal?" "Yes," she said, spat on her hand and held it out for him to do the same then shake. Instead he took her hand in his, kissed then licked the spit from her palm then took it and shook. "See you in your panties then," he laughed as he rose to leave. "Oh, there's just one more thing, Sam. After the modeling your mother will be doing something that I want you to accept without any objections. You might find it a little embarrassing but it will only be between the three of us and I want you to obey completely. Don't ask, just promise." "Yes," she said shyly, wondering just what it could be. She stayed awake long into the night thinking of all that had happened today. About the strange things her new Daddy had spoken of, the unknown things, the words he used, sexy, she had to look sexy for him. Oh, it made her blush even in the dark. Her hand laid against her breast and she began stroking a nipple through her nightie. It was nice, yes nighties are O.K., she decided. Then something suddenly ran through her mind; nighties like skirts and dresses can be easily pushed up a girl's body to give anyone access to her pussy. No pantyhose, no slacks...? Surely Daddy wouldn't want to do that? Touch me? With his hands? No... But her thoughts returned to his words, women are made to give pleasure to men. And he actually told her to buy lots of sexy underwear. Isn't that what he said? He wanted her to look sexy so she would feel sexy. Oh, it was all too much to think about then the matter of five thousand dollars to spend made her smile. It was the last thing she remembered before drifting off to a deep sleep. Chapter Twenty One Sally and Samantha arrived home late in the afternoon, worn out and feeling highly elated. For Sam it was a revelation, walking into shops she would never have thought of because they were so expensive. She had no idea how many changes of clothes she had gone through during the day but was sure it was at least a hundred. Her mother guided her in what to wear to look smart and she too even used the phrase, "Oh, that does look sexy on you, darling," several times. Sam wasn't sure about some of the clothes her mother made her choose, skirts that flared out yet were so short that she was sure her panties would show, tank tops that were no more than a strip of material across her chest and some so loose they almost fell off her shoulders and down her body. She was made to choose two blouses that were so transparent they were thinner than stockings and some blouses were very tight, especially across her bosoms. She was very pleased with the summer dresses, at least four she remembered that buttoned right down the front and felt light as a feather. Some of those were tight across her chest too but flared out from the waist. She also bought, at her mother's insistence, a pair of shorts that were so loose around her hips yet were cut high so that little more than a string of material covered her pussy and the legs were so wide she was sure her whole body would could fit through one leg hole. But it was the lingerie shops that really shocked the young girl. They had looked in several shops but her mother decided nothing was good enough. Finally they entered a store that Sam had never noticed before, mostly because there was no window displays at all, just blackened glass with the name 'Essentials' in gold lettering. Her mother spoke to a woman behind a reception desk and they were shown to a smallish room and introduced to another woman, perhaps her mother's age. "We need to restock all out frillies, my dear," her mother said with a smile and added, "And my daughter has just become a teenager and I promised her she could buy whatever she wants today. So can you please show us a selection?" She waved her Goldcard in front of the sales girl who immediately became very helpful indeed. Soon, panty and bra sets were spread across the benches and her mother began to choose. At first Sam thought her mother was buying for herself because most of the sets she chose to try on were see through, or small or downright obscene, she thought. Who would ever wear panties that had a slit right along the line of her crotch, or bras that never actually covered the nipples? But when the sales girl informed them the room was for their private use and they could fit the garments without having to go into a fitting room, her mother instructed Sam to remove her clothes. "What, me? You mean right here? But..." she whispered, "She's still here." "She's always here, silly. She has to fit them to make sure they are the right size. She's seen all sorts of women naked so you won't be any great exception. Off with everything, it's the only way." When she hesitated further, Sam was surprised when her mother reminded her that this stubbornness would be remembered on Friday. She then realised that her mother knew exactly what her soon to be father had warned her about Fridays. So she stripped and hated every moment until the woman looked at her and said softly, "Don't worry, dear. The first time is always the worst. I have a lot of teenagers who shop here and feel just like you do now, embarrassed at being naked in front of me. I've seen so many naked bodies here yours won't worry me in the least. After that Sam just accepted her situation and allowed her mother to slip bras and panties on and off at will. She had no idea how many sets were bought for her for her mother was fitting at the same time and quite a pile was put aside as chosen. Then came suspenders and of all things, French knickers that she had read about but never seen before. The silk felt very sexy against her cool skin. Body stockings and camisoles and teddies were added to the pile, then came the nightgowns that made Sam gasp with pleasure. Most were very thin or had thin straps and lots of cleavage even with her small boobies. A couple hugged her body all the way to the floor but most were diaphanous and she could see even her secret places through them , in the fitting mirrors. Several times her mother bought the same style for herself saying, "We'll be twins, darling." By the end of the day she had no idea how much they spent between them but she was dead tired. On the way home her mother was mostly silent but one comment sank in with a jolt. "You ought to take a nap when we get home, baby. After all, we have to model some of our purchases for Daddy tonight, don't we?" Oh, that. She'd completely forgotten that promise. So she did what she was told and slipped beneath the covers until supper was ready. When she sat at the table she glanced at her Daddy but he gave no indication of either their shopping foray or what he was expecting after dinner. Wesley looked on innocently and for all the world, nothing strange was evident at all. It surprised and intrigued her and made her wonder whether he had been teasing her when he demanded a modeling of her new clothes. However, when dinner was over her daddy gave the first indication that something indeed was to happen this evening when he said, "Wesley, I want you to go to your room straight away and remain there until morning. Under no circumstances are you to enter the living area this evening, no matter how urgent you may think it is. I have some important matters to attend to and you are not to interrupt in any way. Do not even open your door once you go inside. I suggest you visit the bathroom now because you won't have the chance after that." "What's going on?" Wes asked with surprise. "Does Sam have to do the same?" "You were told to do something and I expect you to obey, not ask questions, young man," he retorted severely. "I will record your misdemeanor for Friday, Wesley." "I... I didn't mean... I'm sorry, Dad," he stammered and immediately left the room. Sam looked on; open eyed at the way her Daddy spoke to her brother for she had not heard Wes spoken to like that, ever. And then it dawned on her that Wes was not invited to her showing tonight and she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more comfortable now. But that was soon shattered when her mother announced, "Daddy, would you like to seat yourself in the living room. It's show time." Daddy never said a word or even looked in Sam's direction. He just left with no sign of excitement at all. Sam thought it was all so very decent, but those thoughts would soon be dispelled. Sally then led her daughter to the main bedroom where Sam saw some of her new clothes laid out on the bed. "You have to give your new daddy a very good show tonight, Samantha. After all, he allowed you to spend so much money to look pretty and I want you to assure him you want to look pretty especially for him." Sam wasn't listening very well for what was laid out on the bed took almost her entire attention. The first item was OK she thought, one of the long summer dresses that came down below her knees but the rest... They were the most revealing of all the things she had purchased, or rather her mother had purchased because Sam herself had very little say in what was finally chosen. When she tried to object about some of the things, she was actually threatened with penalties if she made any fuss in front of the shop girls. So here before her eyes were all the clothes that would allow her new daddy to see her almost naked. "Mum...?" She asked, her eyes still on the offending items. "Mummy, I'm not going to let Daddy see me in these, am I?" "You most certainly are, my dear," Sally said firmly. "But it will show my boobies to him. And look at this, he will see all my... you know." She held up a g-string that was completely transparent and hardly bigger than a dollar coin. "Now you listen to me, Sam. Jeremy, your new daddy, is a good man. He hasn't once tried to force himself on me in all the times we have been alone, even when we were naked together..." "Naked," the youngster cried out in surprise. "You were nak...?" "I'm a grown woman who hasn't had the pleasures of a man making love to me for more than seven years, Sam. When you get a little older you'll know what I mean once you learn how wonderful sex is. But try as I might, Jeremy has refused all my advances until we are married. He is going to be your Daddy, Sam and I expect you to show him the honour and gratitude he deserves. I will expect you never to cover yourself up from his gaze if he wants to look at you. Never, do you hear?" She said in a definitely threatening tone. "Well?" Sam didn't know what to say. To agree meant showing herself completely, to refuse she knew, meant a spanking at the very least. "But Mum, look at these," she said picking up the crotchless panties. "They're rude. They'll open up when I put them on and he'll see my... you know." "It's called a vagina, Samantha. There's nothing wrong in talking about a pussy. Anyway, so what if he does see your pussy? He's your father and he has rights, you know." Sam knew this was going to be the worst night of her life. The only good thing was that Wes wasn't here to see her also. Her mother went on, "Of course if you continue to be so stubborn I can bring Wesley in to watch as well. Would that make you more comfortable?" "Noooo," the young girl cried out. More comfortable? She thought, how would he being here make me more comfortable? "Then do as I tell you. Put these on first and then the dress." She indicated a soft pale pink bra and French knicker set made of pure silk. At least these are OK and the dress covers everything, Sam told herself as she began to dress. Then she realised her mother wasn't changing into any of her new clothes. "Mum, aren't you going to show Daddy your new clothes?" "I'm going to supervise you baby but I am going to wear a little something so he stays interested in me still after seeing your beautiful young body," she said and Sam saw her take a see- through negligee and slip it on. Sam gasped for it was the first time she had really seen her mother in anything revealing although in the last few days she was aware of catching glimpses down her mother's blouses or up her skirt. That wasn't like her mother either and she knew Wes was getting just as much peeking too. But here stood her mother in a black lacy thing that showed every line and curve and crevice of her body. Sam had to admit that her mother did look beautiful even if she was over the hill at thirty-five. To Sam that was simply ancient but when she stood tall in this exposed way, Sam had to admit her mother was very attractive. "Aren't you going to wear anything under that, Mum? I mean he will see you almost naked." "Darling, I told you, he's already seen me quite naked. Like it?" "You look beautiful, Mum," the young girl said, blushing. She had never complimented her mother like that, nor had she stood so close to her in this state of dress. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said than added, "By the way, baby, it's Mummy, remember. I'm afraid that will go onto your record for Friday." Sam looked stunned but never replied. "Then let's go and interest your new daddy in woman flesh," she said taking her daughter's elbow and walking her into the living room. Sam noticed the lights had been dimmed but one hidden spotlight shone down from the ceiling to a spot in front of where her daddy was sitting. Jerry sat in his favourite chair, his back to them as they entered and Sally made a grand entrance by singing, "Da, da," as they stood in front of him. He looked from one to the other, scrutinizing, considering. It made Sam so nervous she could feel her knees wobbling and had to concentrate fully on standing still. "So this is my new harem," he stated as though to himself. "Oh, I do like what I see," he said to them for the first time and smiled warmly at each of the women. "We are here, my soon to be husband, to show our gratitude for the clothes you bought us today. There were so many that we could never model them in one evening so Sam has agreed to show you just a few garments she chose for herself. We are so thankful for your generosity, aren't we, Sam?" "Yes, thank you, Daddy," the youngster said, smiling nervously. "So Daddy," Sally went on, "this is one of several summer dresses you will see Sam wearing. Notice how it floats around her young body, soft as a feather and yet shows her small breasts prominently." Sam gasped as her mother stroked her hand softly over one of Sam's breasts as she was describing the garment. "Yes, very pretty," Daddy agreed as he looked directly at Sam's bosoms. At least that's what the youngster thought. Her mother went on, "Beneath this Sam is wearing pure silk. She told me it feels like a feather brushing against her nakedness. Show your Daddy, Samantha." Sam's gaze jerked from the carpet, which she had been focusing on while her father looked on, to her mother when she heard those words. "Show...?" She stammered. "What, Mum? What do you mean?" "Lift your dress and show Daddy how soft your panties are." "You mean...?" She gasped, feeling the blush grow hotter. "Unless you'd prefer Daddy to lift the skirt himself." "Wha...? Uh, no," she stammered, trying to overcome the shock. "Uhm, will I lift my frock up to let Daddy see underneath?" "Exactly. Be quick about it, we can't stay up all night." Sam tried to turn her back on her father but Sally wasn't having any of that. "Never cover yourself from Daddy, Sam. He is your Daddy and you should be pleased, excited even, to let him see your secrets. Remember about not keeping secrets?" "Yes, Mum... I mean, Mummy," the youngster sighed and leaned own to take hold of the hem of her frock. Oh how terrible it felt as the hem slowly rose up her legs. She knew her face must have been red as a beetroot for she could feel the heat reaching far down over her chest. She couldn't look her Daddy in the eyes; that was just too much so she looked to the floor, trying desperately to stop the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She could feel the coolness of the air on her thighs and had to clasp the frock a second time to keep it rising. When she felt the edge brush against her pussy mound she stopped and stood still as a mouse. "Higher, dear. Give Daddy a good look at your panties. Good, girl," Sally added when her daughter complied. "Now turn around slowly and lift the back too, so Daddy can see clearly." Oh, it was just too much and they all heard the one lone sob that left the youngster's lips. Sally saw the tears flow down her daughter's cheeks and was ecstatic that Jeremy should witness the child's humiliation on the first night of many she was about to endure. Sally felt concern for her daughter but countered that by telling herself that Jeremy was the family's salvation both from a financial point and from a family aspect. That Jeremy wanted to dominate the whole three, she knew and was quite comfortable having a man who could lead them. That he also demanded sexual gratification through humiliation and bondage of both women and through humiliation of the boy although not through direct sexual contact, she agreed for that was why he chose her, she was quite sure of that now. How did he know she had such beautiful and pubescent children when he first approached her, she had often asked herself and decided it was simply coincidence? After all, what man in his position would chase a woman of her age when he could have every flighty young thing he desired. But he chose to woo her well before he knew she had children, teenagers at that. She wasn't stupid and accepted the fact that unless she gave Sam and Wes to him with her blessing he wouldn't have stayed. Why then hadn't he simply fucked her the first chance he had? Why had he held off? His opportunities were there well before he met the kids. Another matter that returned to her time and time again was the unknown entrance into The Covenant that he had spoken to her about several times. She along with Sam were to become the wives of every member of that group including the boys while Wes would be a husband to every female including his own mother and sister. The questions were of such depth that she never found the answers she needed and was unsure whether to broach the subject with him or not. As it was, she remained silent, waiting. She saw Sam finish her pirouette for her father and let her dress fall back into place. "Very nice, Samantha," he told the youngster, which only helped her blush all the more. It was absolutely horrid having to expose herself like that yet to pacify her mother, she gave a nervous little smile in acknowledgement. "Oh, you still have to see her bra, Daddy," Sally said happily and began to undo the buttons at the top of the long summer dress. "Mummy, what are you doing?" Sam gasped and tried to pull away but Sally had a firm hold on the girl's bodice. "Be still, darling. Smile and show Daddy you're happy for Mummy to undress you." "No, no," the youngster begged, bending forward to try and stop her humiliation. "Ten spanks," Sally said softly as she fought her daughter's fingers. "Oh," Sam gasped and became still. She suffered her fate in silence and soon felt the dress slip down her arms and off altogether. She stood before her Daddy in French knickers and a small bra, desperately wanting to shield herself from his intense gaze but knowing she would never be allowed. Her arms fell to her sides and she didn't know where else to look but down at the carpet. "Look at Daddy and smile, darling," her mother directed as she lifted Sam's chin upward. "See your little girl, Daddy. Do you like what you see?" Sally asked hopefully. "Oh, indeed. You're very beautiful, Samantha, you will make such a beautiful bride," he said, his gaze moving from her boobies to her crotch. He then smiled and added, "Can you see why girls should wear French knickers more often, Sam?" Sam looked down but couldn't understand what he meant. She looked up at him just as she felt her mother's hand slide down her stomach then under the leg band of the very loose knickers. "Now can you understand, Sam?" Her mother asked. "Uhm," the youngster mumbled. "I suppose so... So men can touch girls easily." "Very good dear," her Daddy said, clapping his hands lightly. "So you will wear them for me often?" "Yes," Sam said with a soft squeak. Her mother led her out of the room, patting her bottom gently all the way back to the bedroom. "Quickly, off with those, dear. Don't want Daddy to lose interest. Can't be too long away." This time it was a lace black teddy that showed not only her nipples but also the small amount of hair that had begun to grow around her pussy. "Mum... Mummy, please don't make me do this," she pleaded but was shocked when she received a sharp slap to her almost naked bottom. "You are going to do whatever you're told to do tonight, Samantha, no matter what it is, remember that and don't let me hear any more silly objections." With that she pushed her daughter firmly towards the waiting man once more. "Oh, yes," Jerry sighed as she stood before him and spun around after her twirled his hand for her to do so. "Yes, a good choice, Sam," he said. "Now stand still for a moment." He leaned down and brought out a camera from the side of his chair. "Oh, you can't," Sam cried out and for the first time, covered her breasts with her hands. Jerry lowered the camera and looked at her, questioningly. He never said a word and she soon lost her nerve and lowered her hands. "Smile, baby," her mother demanded just before Jerry pressed the shutter. To be paraded like this was terrible but to have the evidence kept on film was far worse. Next she was given a small transparent bra and the even smaller g-string. Her mother stood her in front of the mirror and with a smile said, "This will make him happy, Sam. Oh, look you can see everything, he will be pleased." Sam dared not object for she had already received her one warning. She found herself simply accepting the situation. After all, he had already seen everything she had always covered from everyone's gaze until now so what did it matter if her saw her wearing just another outfit that showed no more that he had already seen? "Will he take any more photos, Mummy?" she asked plaintively as they began to return to his scrutiny. "I think he's only just begun, baby," she whispered as they entered once again. This time, after he gazed up at her for several minutes he had her pose in several ways, always showing off her parted legs and little bosoms. She couldn't stop blushing and felt she might faint if she didn't leave immediately. She actually ran from the room, followed by her frowning mother. "Don't do that again, Sam. I will tell you when you can leave. Now show Daddy the night dress and slip these panties on. You'll have to lift the nightie for him to see these," she said as she held the panties open for her to step in. They were the crotchless ones that she hated so much. "When you do, give him a knowing smile, baby. Make him want to see more." "More of what? He's seen everything already." "You have to let him know you are compliant, baby. Smile at him and let him know you will keep your promise to do whatever he wants." "What more can he do?" She whimpered. "He's already made me get undressed for him and posed while he took filthy pictures." "Keep him happy, baby," she reminded her daughter with a tap on the bottom. She knew he liked the nightie for his eyes showed it. He took several photos then her mother told her to show Daddy what was underneath. Reluctantly she abided by her fate and soon was posing in all sorts of suggestive poses, always with her legs apart and the crotch gaping open. END OF PART 6 ********************************************* All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and uncompressed Text format from: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 Comments are sought and welcomed at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please take the time to let me know what you think of my stories. I DO need your feedback. ********************************************* <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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