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   Chapter 5.  Sunday Morning Exercises

   Ashley woke slowly.  Her eyes blinked several times fuzzily, and opened
on her sunny room, flooded with soft yellow morning light from the window.
She stretched languorously, thrusting her loose fists towards the ceiling.
She felt refreshed and well-slept.

   She swung her legs out over the side of the bed and placed her feet into
the furry pink slippers which lay by her bed.  She stood and made her way
to the bathroom outside her room, opening her door a crack and peering out
to ensure she was alone before scurrying to the bathroom.  She didn't want
her cousin to see her before she had had a chance to clean herself up and
brush her teeth.  In fact, she observed, this particular morning she seemed
to be more rumpled than customarily.  Her pajama was quite creased, and it
even seemed to her that her sweat must have left patchy areas of stiffness
on it.  She did not suspect that these traces had been left by her night
visitors, wiping their secretions on her nightdress.

   Unbuttoning and removing her pajama top, Ashley, observed herself in the
mirror, while at the same time she herself was observed by the hidden
surveillance cameras behind it.  The camera recorded the swing of her
breasts as she soaped her armpits and washed herself, the soapy water
coursing down the sides of the burgeoning flesh of her boobs before being
flushed away by clean water, in turn dried vigorously in the plush, green,
towel.

   She brushed her teeth, and combed her hair, the gathered it into a tail
behind her head and fastened it with a rubber band from the shelf next to
her.

   For once Ashley manages to make her way downstairs and out the door
without running into her adopted family, and we leave her delighting in the
crisp morning air, and the filtered sunlight as she runs through the quaint
neighborhood and into an adjoining park.  Her breath steams and her
trainers pound a rustling tattoo on the path, brittle fall leaves
scattering behind the athletic girl's footfalls.  She smiles delightedly,
enjoying the feeling of her strong body's rhythmic strides cutting their
way through the brisk morning, whisking by thick trunked oaks, sporting
their winter baldness.  We leave her for the moment to herself, dear
reader, watching her from behind as she crests a rise in the path on the
way to the small lake beyond, and smile appreciatively at the sight of her
tense, hard-working haunches, only momentarily disappointed that her rear
is covered by her jacket, tied around her waist.

   Soon enough Ashley returns to the house where, this time, her Uncle has
been waiting for her with well-hidden eagerness.

   "How was your run?" inquired Uncle Edward as he opened the door and let
Ashley into the warm house.  Inside, the air felt distinctly warm to Ashley
after the sharp crispness of the outside air.  She was still panting
softly, catching her breath.  She responded,

   "It was lovely!  I ran down the lane like you said to.  There were ducks
in the little pond there!  The morning is really pretty."

   "Good, good girl!" encouraged Edward, letting her into the house. 
Ashley panted and caught her breath.  She peeled off her large sweatshirt,
and Edward discretely observed her breasts heaving under the tank top as
she pulled the outer layer over her head.

   "Now," Edward said, "to continue your morning exercises, I want you to
go upstairs to the recreation room.  There I will direct you in some
additional calisthenics!" Ashley wasn't displeased to hear this.  She had
admired the rec room with its wall of mirrors, and reveled equally in the
strength and grace of her well trained body, as well as in the sight of
herself exercising and dancing.  She smiled, "Can I get a glass of water
first, Uncle?"

   "Of course, Ash," responded her Uncle, "in fact get a glass of
grapefruit juice from the icebox, and bring me one as well, please.  If you
would bring a croissant for me, and put it on a plate and bring it
upstairs, I think I'll take a bit of early breakfast too!  Bring cups and a
pot of coffee."

   Ashley headed for the kitchen, which was light but somewhat smaller than
Ashley would have expected for a house the size of her Uncle's.  Like most
European kitchens, it had elegant, but compact, appliances.  The
refrigerator and the stove, while modern and extremely stylish, were
smaller than the ones that Ashley had at her own parent's house.  Opening
the refrigerator, Ashley found a small box of grapefruit juice.  She found
two glasses in the pantry, and filled them, then took a croissant from the
basket of them which had been delivered from the bakery that morning and
put this on a flowered ceramic platter for her uncle.  She took a
sophisticated, square serving tray, with a honey-colored wooden border and
wicker surface, from a shelf by the pantry, and placed the little platter
on it.  Next to this she placed a plate holding a rough morsel of fresh
cream butter, and a small crock of raspberry jam.

   She opened a number of drawers until finding one containing silverware,
and placed a serviette on the tray, covering this with one of her Uncle's
large- proportioned, heavy, silver-plated Sheffield knives.  Now all that
was needed, she thought, to complete the pretty breakfast tray, was a
flower.  She looked around and saw a small bud vase on the shelf.  She
quickly retrieved a small ornamental rose from the bush just outside the
door leading to the garden from the kitchen, and put it in the small vase.

   Balancing the tray, she headed up the stairs to the rec room where her
Uncle awaited.

   Edward had arranged a chair so he could comfortably supervise his
nieces' exercises, and was patiently waiting for the girl.  Although not
partial to popular music, Edward put on the stereo a compact disc by
Brittney Spears, playing it initially at low volume, to inspire his young
niece's efforts.  He watched her as she came into the room, balancing the
tray with his breakfast charmingly.  He smiled at her, "That is lovely,
Ashley, thank you!" He stood and took the tray from her, and placed it on
the low desk at the side of the room.  He sat down on the foldable chair
he'd placed by the desk and sipped the juice, looking at his niece who
stood before him expectantly.

   Ashley was wearing white sneakers, short white socks, black tights in a
dun finish covered her legs, delineating them perfectly.  Around her waist,
she had tied her sweatshirt, as girls commonly do when wearing tights that
would otherwise fail to conceal the shape of their bottoms.  A good 8
inches of bare midriff showed below Ashley's pink halter, which was
designed to tightly contain her large breasts.

   "Now Ashley," said Edward, "let's just get you warmed up again a little
bit, as you've had a chance to cool from your running.  Hand me the
sweater. Nothing should be allowed to interrupt the clean lines of a dancer
or impede her movements."

   Ashley handed Edward her sweater, untying it from around her waist. 
Edward observed his niece's nicely shapely, flat tummy coming into view,
and walked around her.  Her proud rump stretched the dun black material of
her tights nicely.

   "Touch your toes, Ashley," encouraged Edward, turning up the music
slightly to get the girl moving of her own volition.  "Up, down, up, down!"

   Edward positioned himself behind his niece and watched her body bend
itself down towards her feet, her hands flattened and pointed like a diver
entering the water, as she thrust her upper torso down towards the floor
repeatedly.

   "Slow and deliberate Ashley, don't hurry"

   Ashley bent at the waist, pushing her backside out towards her observant
uncle, who carefully watched the tightening of the muscles of her rear and
the backs of her thighs.  As she reached down and touched her toes, Edward
stepped up to her and placed his hand on her head, grasping the girl by a
handful of dark hair.  Softly, he pressed her head down towards the ground.
"Deeper, try to go deeper, Ash!" he intoned.  To help stabilize her, he
casually palmed her right bottom cheek.

   "That's good, hold that position!  One, two,..." Edward counted.  With
each slow count, he, almost as an afterthought to help his niece keep a
steady beat, gave her bottom cheek a firm little slap, not so hard as a
spank, nor so soft as a caress, but with the character of both.

   "Three...  smack...  four...  smack...  five...  smack...  UP!" Ashley
straightened.

   "Hands above your head," instructed her Uncle, "and down again!" Again,
Ashley bent at the waist and reached for her toes.  The movement obliged
her to push her bottom into the palm cupping it, and the smacking of her
bottom cheek and the counting resumed.

   "One...  smack...  Two...  smack..." Edward felt his niece's assaulted
bottom muscles ripple from the effort and stimulation.  He pushed down on
her head, using his proprietary grip on the girl's hair for purchase.  "The
stimulation of your bottom muscles," he explained taking a moment to
illustrate his point by gently kneading each of the halves of the girl's
outthrust ass, "helps you to concentrate on achieving the correct form, and
stretching these muscles evenly."

   "Three...  smack...  Four...  smack...  Five...  smack...  Up!"

   By now, the girl's bottom had begun the occasional involuntary writhing
to which Edward referred as "bottom dancing." A girl's ass started the
"bottom dance," he had observed, when the combination of stimulation and
humiliation made her muscles react to the contrary desire to perform a
controlled muscular task, while also trying to get away from the violation
of her private parts by a marauding hand or other instrument.  These
conflicting goals resulted in deep spasms and involuntary twitches in a
girl's flesh, be it buttocks, breast, thighs, or any other fleshy part of
her body.

   Under her tights, the lines of a pair of classic, full-reared panties
showed clearly.  Edward made a mental note of this.  Soon, he smiled to
himself, the presence of her modest panties would be the reason for testing
that very modesty.  Similarly, Edward observed to himself, the jogging bra
top Ashley wore was far too sturdy a construction for his taste, as it
foiled his ability to see her breasts respond naturally to their
displacement as she moved.  Its lack of transparency was also a fault, in
his expert opinion.

   "Ashley," pondered her Uncle, as he held the girl's thinly covered rump,
"I don't think you're quite getting the level of energy which I expect from
you."

   "Your energy must come from your middle, your center..." he moved his
other palm to rest on the girl's belly, just below her navel, and caressed
her there.

   "Perhaps these constraining clothes prevent you from moving as freely as
you ought!

   "Go into the bathroom, where you will find some gymnastics apparel which
I think will work better."

   The girl let her arms fall, and moved towards the half-bath at the rear
of the large room.  In the mirror, her worried reflection looked back at
her.  She closed the door of the small room which contained a sink, a small
table and a toilet.  The sink was a lovely, russet-flecked, yellow marble,
and Ashley looked at her reflection in the large gilt framed mirror above
it.  She gleamed with perspiration.

   Looking around, she found a thick towel folded on the table.  On it was
a small purple box with a white ribbon.  A card which had been slipped into
the ribbon bore her name in large calligraphy.  She slipped the ribbon off
the box, and opened the box.  Parting the tissue paper inside it, she
pulled out two matched pieces of clothing.  This was what she was to change
into!  Both items were made of a delicate pearly white, flouncy, material.
The material when Ashley placed her hand behind it was opaque, but didn't
block the light behind her hand.  It was almost like a rich gauze.  From
the feel she could tell it was finely worked silk.

   The two-piece outfit was fluid, with no support or stiffness to it.  The
borders below the breasts and at the waist were edged in gold.  Under the
outfit, the box also contained a gossamer pair of panties, made in a
matching, but even more delicate material.  These were like a cloud, soft
and almost transparent.  The rear of the panties was not a thong, but was
abbreviated, so that when Ashley pulled it onto her hips, her bottom was
covered only in the center, leaving an even sized portion of flesh all
around the backside of the panty.

   She pulled the tap pants over the panties, and finally cast off her
stiff jogging bra, and dropped the flimsy top down over her head.  It
seemed to float into place, and she arranged the cloth over her breasts. 
Her breasts were totally unsupported in this top.  Her nipples darkened the
material slightly, and the lines of her breasts as they shifted under the
material were barely concealed.

   She looked at herself in the mirror.  The exquisite material made her
into a Greek goddess of the boudoir.  It was only with extreme reluctance
that Ashley cracked open the bathroom door and shuffled out of the room.

   Waiting for her having a cup of coffee with her Uncle, was her cousin
Ralph.  He was very well dressed in cream linen pants and a white shirt
which showed his golden tan to advantage.  Ashley blushed at his presence.
She wanted to impress him.  She was unaware of it, but much of the chagrin
she felt at wearing the revealing and beautiful outfit transformed into an
eagerness to have Ralph see her in it.

   "Good morning, cousin!" intoned Ralph enthusiastically, coming over and
giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek.  Ashley smiled and said, "Hi!"

   "I hope you don't mind, Uncle has asked me to sit in on your morning
exercise," he continued.

   "Ok." Ashley's response was demure and somewhat frightened.  She saw
Ralph's ubiquitous camera on the table next to the breakfast.  She
shuddered imagining the embarrassing images of her that she feared would
shortly be captured there.

   "Now, Ashley," said her Uncle, once again raising the volume of the
music, "show us some of your dance moves."

   The next ten minutes or so were the most enjoyable time Ashley spent
that morning.  As the two men watched, sipped coffee, and Ralph took
pictures, the barefoot girl in her diaphanacious top and shorts, danced
vigorously and alluringly to the pop music on the stereo.

   Losing herself in the music, closing her eyes and feeling the beat,
Ashley almost forgot where she was, and swayed and jumped, twirled and
lunged to the heated beat.  The men watched her carefully, observing the
free and carnal moves of her pendulous breasts under their thin covering,
her naked thighs stretching and tensing as she danced.  The gyrations of
her full bottom were enhanced by the floating pearly material and the
flashing sparkle of the bands of gold decorating her trim waist and the
swaying curve below her breasts.

   Too soon for Ashley, the third song ended, and her Uncle turned down the
music.  She stood waiting nervously, panting, her outfit sticking to her
damply in places, as her Uncle strolled towards her.

   "Wonderful, Ashley," he exclaimed, smiling.  "You are a marvelous and
talented dancer.  We must do everything possible to encourage and nurture
this talent of yours!"

   "Now, let's continue with some calisthenics.

   "Ralph, please bring over one of the mats.  Ashley, lie down on your
back.  I want to see some sit-ups."

   Ashley lay down on the mat, and while the men watched, repeatedly pulled
herself up, her arms locked behind her head, to a sitting position, and
then let herself back down.  Each time she did this, her breasts heaved and
swayed under her loose top.  The muscles in the front of her thighs
strained visibly.  Ralph photographed her, getting multiple close-ups of
her breasts shifting under the gossamer top and her thighs straining to
lift her to a seated position.

   "Now, Ashley, please, turn around.  Get down on your hands and knees.  I
want you to do twenty push ups.  I know that standard push-ups, with your
body suspended between your arms and your feet, will be difficult for you,
given your slender arms and large chest.  Instead, I want you to keep your
knees on the mat, and push up with your arms.  Let yourself down onto the
mat, but do NOT let your full weight rest between push-ups.  Understood? 
Now, please commence!"

   Ashley took a breath and placing her hands some inches further forwards
on the mat, lowered herself towards it.  Her breasts came to rest on the
mat first, relieving her of some of the weight, and she continued the dip,
raising her chin.  The sun shone into the room and danced off the mirrors.
She strained upwards, pushing her hands into the softness of the gym mat,
and raising her shoulders.  Her thighs pushed forwards.  Her knees pushed
against one another, sinking into the mat.

   Again, she dipped her upper torso, relaxing her thighs.  This wasn't so
hard!  She could do quite a number of these, she thought.  In response to
her Uncle's command, she shifted each knee outwards a bit.  The slow
cadence of her dips as her Uncle counted them out was relaxing.  Her body
dipped and strained, fell and rose, in time to her Uncle's leisurely count.

   Edward and Ralph observed the young girl diligently performing exercises
as commanded.  The swell and strain of her haunches shifted and swayed the
brief white cloth of her tap pants.  Her parted legs allowed their gazes to
travel into the gaps which opened and closed as the cloth of her shorts
swayed against her buttocks and upper thighs, affording rhythmic glimpses
of the gold trimmed crotch of her panties.  Her long bare thighs, smooth
calves and pretty feet were also scrutinized languidly by the two voyeurs.
Ralph took photograph after photograph of his cousin's well delineated
rear, under its thin covering of material, as well as series of photos
taken from between the girl's legs, showing the lower curve her breasts
naked and hanging free framed by the darkness of her crotch under her
panties.

   "Ashley, put less of your weight down on the mat when you descend,"
corrected her Uncle.  She attempted to obey, trying to limit the dip of her
torso as she lowered herself towards the mat.

   "Ralph," said her Uncle, as she tired, "could you help Ashley, please?
Sit in front of her, and let her dip down into your hands, then encourage
her to hold herself off the mat and start the next push-up by providing
some support and resistance."

   The young man, sat casually in front of his cousin, and placed his hands
under her body on the mat.  As she lowered herself towards the ground,
Ashley couldn't avoid delivering her breasts gently into her cousin's
palms. She felt his palms cup her though the gossamer material, and press
into her soft titties.  Her nipples responded, hardening and poking
themselves firmly into his hands.

   As she dipped, her cousin's hand's pressure on her breasts mounted, as
he helped her to raise herself into the next push-up, mashing her breasts
towards her chest.  This did make it easier for Ashley to continue her
push-ups, as Ralph's grip on her bosom took some of the weight from her
tiring arms.  She repeated this a few more times, but started to fall
behind her Uncle's count as her arms really tired.

   Standing at the wall, Edward opened a drawer and pulled from it a
section of leather belting, about 4 inches wide and a foot and a half long.
He walked towards the exercising girl.

   "Good girl, Ashley, the last ones are most important!  Just five more!"
Ashley strained.

   As she struggled to start another dip, Edward slid his left hand up both
her rear thighs, gathering up the loose material of his niece's shorts, and
pulling it up over her outthrust, hard-working bottom.  He half uncovered
her rear quickly in this way, leaving her bottom bare from her thighs to
the middle of each plump cheek, from where it the full globes were more
decorated than covered by the abbreviated, gauzy white panties she was
wearing.

   "One!" he barked, and aimed a casual swipe of the belt across the
tensioned naked lower curves of his nieces quivering backside.  A loud



   SNAP...

   rang out.  Ashley, pitched forwards, sinking her breasts fully into
Ralph's grasping hands.  Ralph worked his palms to place his cousin's
hardened tit tips between the side of his thumb and index fingers, and
pinched the twin nubbins firmly.  He pushed back on her imprisoned tits,
and Ashley managed to push herself back up onto her arms and haunches.

   "More pressure," intoned her Uncle, "Ashley needs more assistance to
raise herself, as she's tired Ralph.  Here, let's raise the incentive..."
He grasped the material at the lower edge of her top and pulled up,
stripping it off her hanging breasts.  The hardened nipples crowning her
naked breasts pointed down at the mat.  "Down, Ashley!" Her weakened arms,
locked at the elbows, trembled and balked.  Edward nodded and said, "Ralph,
help your cousin: pull!"

   Obligingly, Ralph grasped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
and slowly stretched it down towards the mat.  Ashley's breast elongated
itself and that side of her body leaned down towards the mat.  As her
breast became stretched and conical, the girl's arms released and she fell
forwards towards the mat.  Her cousin caught her breasts and torso in his
strong hands.

   "Up!" commanded her Uncle.  She didn't move.  Edward grabbed the waist
of her shorts and pulled them down, bunching the soft material at her upper
thighs.  He aimed the belt across her bunched nates.  SNAP!!!  The leather
smacked into the girl's quivering buttocks, and Ralph pushed her back up,
aiding her weak efforts.

   "Down!" Again, Ralph grasped the opposite nipple, twirled it and pulled.
Ashley moaned and again fell forward slowly.  Edward strapped the girl
again, watching the flesh of her bottom ripple and receive the warm red
imprint of the leather.  The flush stripe on one cheek disappeared under
her brief panties only to re-emerge on the other tender cheek.

   "Three more..." Ralph helped Ashley to push herself back up.  This time
he only needed to hold her nipples comfortably in his grasp.  She didn't
wait for him to pull her boobs forward before flopping onto his hands
again.

   As she lay on the mat, she struggled to rise before she could be spanked
again, but even with the pressure on her breasts from Ralph's "help" she
was unable to rise quickly.  She felt her Uncle grasp her panties, and
slowly, almost tenderly, lower them off her bottom.  She felt the heat in
her totally naked bottom as the men watched her struggle to raise it.  The
leather came down on her, wrapping each naked buttock in a strong stinging
sensation which Ashley could feel deep in her bottom and between her legs.

   Her Uncle grasped her naked hips and pulled his niece's hips and bottom
towards himself.

   "Perhaps we oughtn't to ask too much of Ashley so quickly," he said,
"she looks very tired."

   "Let's move to the next exercise which will require much less effort on
your part Ashley.  Please stand up!"

   Edward walked back towards the wall, and placed the leather belt back in
the drawer, closing it.  He then turned up the music on the stereo
slightly, and turned back towards Ashley who was raising herself onto her
knees and standing up.  She looked at him, tears in her eyes.  Next to her,
Ralph, helped her to stand, and petted her hair.

   "You did wonderfully, little one..." he whispered.  A warm sensation
suffused her breast in response to her handsome cousin's encouragement. 
The hand he placed casually on one naked and well strapped bottom cheek,
felt supportive and friendly.

   "Lastly, Ashley, we would like to see some bottom dancing." Come over
here and lay yourself down over my lap.  The girl shuffled over towards her
Uncle, hindered by the loose tap pants and taut panties binding her naked
thighs.  He patted his leg, and she lowered herself to her knees and draped
her torso over his leg.

   "Up girl, further onto my lap," said her Uncle, accompanying this with a
brief smack to her backside to encourage her.  She hiked herself up so she
lay over her Uncle.  His hand grasped her panties and shorts and lowered
them to mid thigh, then he forced open her legs as much as possible, so
Ashley's right leg lay on the outside of one of his knees, held up by the
cloth at her thighs.

   She stayed quietly in this position, while Ralph took a few pictures of
her, and her Uncle smoothed and caressed her strapped bottom
absent-mindedly.  Ralph then came over and sat near her head on a cushion.
He whispered, "Be a good girl, Ashley, and do a good bottom dance for us!"

   He pulled her top up towards her face, again baring her breasts, and
began softly caressing the full, downward hanging, globes.  She watched her
cousin's fingers prod and press her titties.  His palms brushed her nipples
softly, sending electric thrills through her.  A couple of good tugs on the
nipples, caused her to start shifting around on her uncle's lap.

   She felt her Uncle's hand start to knead her bottom, which of its own
volition began writhing.  He spanked each cheek sharply, and Ralph squeezed
each full naked breast in turn.  Her bottom spasmed in time to the music
and with the encouragement of the ravaging hands on her breasts, and the
slaps on her posterior, Ashley's bottom was soon jiggling and bouncing on
her uncle's lap in time to the music.

   Edward monitored closely his niece's distress as her bottom wiggled on
his lap.  From his viewpoint, he could easily observe the effect of this
activity on the young girl's pussy, which lay accessible over his leg.  He
dearly would have liked to tug on Ashley's slick nether lips, but wanted to
introduce each degradation to the girl slowly.

   The boy instead caressed the young girl's hair and face, murmuring to
her,

   "Good girl, Ashley, move your pretty little bottom.  Such a good bottom
dancer you are!  Perhaps Uncle will let me give you some private lessons.
Would you like that?  To have your bottom draped over my lap?

   Ralph moved his lips towards his cousin's hair, and placing them on the
soft, curved shell of her ear, murmured into it as his father smacked her
jiggling rear end repeatedly, "I would like that, little Ashley.  I'd like
to have your plump bottom dancing on my lap in time to my spanking it. 
Your little bare pussy over my crotch would give me a nice hard on, and I
would spank you and spank you so you were rubbing your clit on me harder
and harder and I'd watch you come like you did for me before..."

   "Unnhhh...", Ashley murmured, the boys description humiliating her but
turning her on, an effect helped along by his fingertips working on her
hardened nipples.

   Abruptly, Edward stopped his punishing hand, and ordered Ashley to
stand. She slowly righted herself, with some difficulty, and stood before
the two men, her tap pants and panties at mid-thigh, and her shirt askew
and draped over one breast, leaving the other bare.

   "Ashley," intoned her Uncle, "that was a good start.  Now please go
prepare yourself for luncheon, which you will be serving in an hour.  We
will be having a few of my friends over for dinner, and I want to introduce
you.  Please remember that you must be on your best behaviour today, and I
don't want any repeats of the slovenly attitude you've shown a propensity
for.

   "In your closet you will find appropriate attire for serving us
luncheon. Please put your current exercise gear away, clean yourself up,
and present yourself in 45 minutes wearing the full uniform in your second
drawer, including all the suitable undergarments, do you understand?"

   "Yes, sir..." whispered the girl, pulling up her panties and pants, and
covering herself, before quickly exiting the room, the two men watching her
with barely suppressed smiles of self-satisfaction as she meekly left the
room.



   Chapter 6. ...  and Night

   Downstairs, Ralph and Edward finished their glasses of Scotch in the
salon.  Edward glanced at his watch, and addressed his son,

   "I think that our delicious charge will be ready for us now, Ralph,
shall we gather our equipment and get on with our onerous duty?" He smiled
ironically, as did his son.  They both rose eagerly, and while Ralph picked
up his ever present camera and tripod, Edward moved to a bureau and took
out a large wooden box with brass handles.  They moved towards the door of
the salon, and Edward stopped in the kitchen to obtain a jar of Nutella,
then led the way up the stairs to the third floor.  The elegant nineteenth
century townhome's wooden steps were steeper than is usual today, and Ralph
led the way ahead of his father, who took his time leisurely climbing to
the upper story, where his young charge slept in a finely drugged state,
the doctored chocolate dessert having done its duty admirably.

   At the girl's door, the two men stopped momentarily, and Edward rapped
briskly on the dark, heavy bulk of the door and called the girl's name
sharply.  There was no response, and Edward used his master key to open the
girl's door, which she'd taken great care to ensure was locked in her
attempt to escape the demands of the men in the household she had been made
to join.  Stepping into the room, Edward walked around the bed and switched
on the two bedside lights, casting a directed light on the girl lying
peacefully drugged under the covers, her hair splayed gently across her
pillow.

   The men moved slowly, relaxed and confident that they had as much time
as they would desire to enjoy the helpless young woman asleep under the
light covers.  Ralph set up his camera a few feet away from the bed toward
the lower left edge, extending the tripod to its full height so the camera
pointed down at the bed and captured everything that was to occur from an
advantageous vantage point.  He gazed through the viewfinder to focus his
lens on the girl, ensuring that the length of her body would fully fit into
the frame of the picture even were she to squirm sideways in her sleep. 
Edward placed the box he was carrying on the nightstand within easy reach
of the girl, and, pulling the duvet aside, uncovered her completely.

   The two men smiled down at the girl.  She lay on her back, her face
turned sideways away from the men, resting on one cheek.  She wore the
cream colored silk top and pants, like a man's pajama, which they had
bought that day at Harrods, sporting a girlish cut to accommodate Ashley's
feminine figure.  The satiny top's short wide sleeves exposed Ashley's
delicate wrists and hands.  Her long slim fingers looked particularly
girlish, as her nails were long but were varnished with only a demure shiny
transparent coat.  Her pajama pants were short as well, baring her legs
just below the knees, and displaying her slim but athletic calves and her
small but high-arched feet.  Ashley's toenails were dark red; she'd chosen
a bolder color as she had believed her toes safe from public observation.
Large mother of pearl buttons on the front of the top and smaller ones on
the pants fastened the shiny, cream colored fabric.

   Ralph photographed her repeatedly, as Edward commented, "We're not going
to waste time in exposing your body, Ashley!  Let's strip you, my girl, so
we can give you a thorough examination." Ralph actuated the automatically
repeating shutter on the solid, professional, camera, so it would record a
picture every thirty seconds, freeing him to pursue his own pleasure with
the sleeping girl.  He walked around to stand at the head of the bed to
observe his nubile cousin.

   Sitting down on the bed next to her immobile torso, Edward gazed down at
the young woman supine beside him and observed carefully how the peaceful
rise and fall of her chest as she breathed swelled and contracted her
large, full breasts, pushing them against the shiny fabric of her top. 
Reaching out with one hand, Edward began threading the large buttons free
of their generous buttonholes, opening them one by one the top of her
night-shirt, finally pulling the two sides open unceremoniously to reveal
the girl's ripe breasts, their large, darkened, areolas relaxed and spread
in sleep.

   Ashley's torso lay at a slight twist towards the cheek her face lay on,
and one full, round boob perched high on the raised side of her body. 
Exhibiting the firmness of the girl's youth, it stood undaunted by gravity,
exhibiting only the slightest fattening at its base as it perched
unsupported.  Her other mammary, turned towards the bed, hung slightly, a
plump pear shaped morsel, topped by a pound-coin shaped ruby shaded nipple.

   Edward and Ralph studied the girl's denuded chest, and the older man
extended his arm and let the hairy back of his hand graze the lower curve
of Ashley's gentle, pendulous tit, accepting the breast's soft weight and
hefting it, causing it to flatten slightly along its lower curve as it the
coral nipple tipped upwards.

   Letting Ashley's boob hang freely, Edward turned towards the nightstand.
Opening the wooden box he'd placed there, Edward removed from it two
matching leather cuffs, lined in fur and sporting a number of leather
thongs and small straps with which they were intended to be ingeniously
attached to one another and to other objects.  He slipped a cuff around
each of his niece's unconscious wrists, slid home the catch that closed
them, and then bound the two close together using a thong.  Finally, he
hefted the girl's arms over her head attaching Ashey's joined wrists to the
headboard above her bed, simultaneously pushing her body around so she lay
flat on her back, her breasts swaying up and towards her center.  Ashley's
arms lay flat on the bed, her elbows spread comfortably framing her face,
her cheek nestling against her her soft pale upper arm.

   He beckoned Ralph towards him.  Ralph quickly moved to the other side of
Ashley's bed and also sat down next to the nude chested young woman.

   Each man reached out to take hold of one of the girl's defenseless
breasts and began playing with it, each in his favoured fashion.  The drug,
though rendering Ashley unconscious, had the interesting effect, unlike
true sleep, of leaving its victim able to experience sensations.  It did
not afford her the peaceful limpness of true sleep, but allowed her to move
and react lethargically.

   She moaned when her Uncle grabbed her full right breast roughly and
squeezed it, letting his fingers sink deeply into her pillowy, captive orb.
Ralph simultaneously pinched her soft, fat, left nipple in his fingers,
drawing her breast upwards to shake the globe gently by her imprisoned
nipple.  Ashley's torso arched, unconsciously seeking to relieve the strain
on her stretched breasts, and her arms writhed softly against her bonds. 
She let out involuntary, mewling, sounds as her head slowly tossed back and
forth.

   The camera's shutter fires at regular intervals, and unflinchingly
documents her ravishers' playing freely and roughly with her boobs for many
minutes.  Their marauding hands prod and press, shaking and tugging at her
mammaries.  Her girlish globes are patted and petted, mauled, and pulled at
the whim and mercy of the two delighted men who acquaint themselves with
every bounce and quiver of the delicious frontal charms at their
disposition.

   Edward turns serious, intoning "perhaps Ashley, you need those udders
milked now like an obedient cow." Even though she cannot hear him, his tone
carries, as it always has when forcing her to perform one or another
humiliating ordeal, the outward veneer of benevolent reasonableness, ill
concealing the icy authoritarianism that mocks and deepens the shame Ashley
has felt at being made to obey his perverted desires throughout her stay in
the house.

   Both men begin a coordinated motion, using their hands to ring the base
of each breast, then roughly using the constricted ring of their hands to
squeeze each tit upward, the fat globes bunching out, then slipping slowly
through the fingers until Ashley's nipples reached their fingers.  They
each use a thumb and index finger apiece to grasp a reddening nipple and
tug the moaning girl's naked tits by that convenient handle.

   Again, their hands moved to the base of her breasts and repeated the
motion, milking the girl's puffy, soft, tits strenuously.  Her naked belly
heaved and her chest writhed as they milked her.  Edward quit her breast
for a moment, leaving Ralph free to grab Ashley's only momentarily freed
breast, and repeat the milking motion on both breasts together.  Edward, in
turn, opened the buttons on Ashley's pajama bottoms, and saying "Let's see
you make your pussy dance for us while you're milked!" pulled the sides of
her pants down baring her hips and then her lightly furred pubis.

   He returned to his original position, and took hold of the breast before
him, which Ralph reluctantly released.  He bent his head down and placed
his mouth over the girl's abused nipple, and began sucking and tonguing the
nub while resuming milking the breast.  Ralph, also captured Ashley's other
nipple in his teeth, and nipped the bud while worrying the fleshy globe in
his hand.

   The effect on the girl of having her breasts sucked and milked was
pleasurable to watch for the two men.  Ashley twisted her chest this way
and that mashing her breasts into her molesters' faces, while her legs
softly writhed.  The two men sucking her boobs watched her lightly downed
pulse with the rocking motion of her hips and midriff.  Edward reached out
one hand and placed it on her daintily feathery-furred slit feeling the
warmth and pulse of her crotch in his hand as waves of motion passed
through her.  Capturing her now turgid nipple with his teeth, Edward sank
his middle finger into the velvety nest of her crotch, letting the puffy
lips embrace his invading finger, holding the writhing girl's body pinned
between her tit and the moist entrance to her vaginal canal.

   Ralph's hand instead sought out another diversion.  He placed his palm
under her writhing body, cupping her naked buttocks, then insinuating his
hand towards her vagina from the rear.  One finger traced and forced open
the rear of her vaginal slit, and his palm cupped his cousin's soft nether
globes.

   Ashley pulled at her bonds in her sleep as both her breasts were
simultaneously suckled and her cunt was fingered from rear and front.  Her
lips parted and gasps issued from her sleepily, "oh...  ah, ah..." in time
to her cousin's clutching her ass or thrusting his fingers inside her or
her Uncle's tugging at her bared clitoris.

   "Fine little bitch," murmured Ralph, "feed me these big tits, slut.  You
like to wriggle that naughty bottom while it's being held, don't you?  You
liked your smacking today?  There'll be many more spankings for you, little
girl.  You'll have ages bent over a lap being explored inside and out!  We
are going to enjoy stripping you naked and punishing you, feeling your
flesh wriggle and pulse!"

   Ralph, excited by his own words, climbs onto the bed, resting his knees
beside Ashley's head.  He tugs at his zipper, which slides open, and
reached into his pants to extract his penis.  He has to adjust its angle as
it is engorged and jammed into his underpants, so he unbuttons his pants
totally, opens the waistband and lets the two halves hang.  His black
underwear strains to contain his erection, and in fact fails somewhat as
the head peeks over the waistband.  The cotton below it is wet with his
fluids.  He pulls down the waistband of his undergarment, tucking it under
his balls and freeing his genitals which bob excitedly right besides the
girl's sleeping face.

   It would take but a few strokes of my pen to describe to those of you in
my audience interested in such anatomical details the male member which our
innocent Ashley is to experience in a moment.  Yet, just as her eyes are
closed and she cannot see what stands waiting for her, so too perhaps we
shall learn the particulars of her cousin's penis, and that of her Uncle's,
along with Ashley, and postpone learning her visual reaction to them for a
few more days.

   Ralph reaches over to the nightstand and grasps the jar of chocolate
paste.  Opening it, he extracts a dollop of the sweet confection.  In her
drugged, semi-unconsciousness, Ashley's senses register first the alluring
whiff of chocolate, followed by the gliding stroke of a pair chocolate
coated fingers inserting themselves between her partly opened, plush, lips.
They push into her mouth, gaining entry while leaving a chocolaty trail
across the girl's lips and teeth, then pushing deeper to smear the paste on
her tongue.  The fingers fill her mouth comfortably, and swirl in a
circular motion pushing her passive tongue around until she begins to
salivate, her tongue and mouth moistening and her lips opening of their own
accord to softly lap at the stickiness coating the intruding digits.  Ralph
simultaneously anoints his member with a chocolate coating.

   Edward, meanwhile, tires for the moment of abusing Ashley's breasts, and
moving down the length of the bed, grasps her legs, rolling her partially
onto her hip, and revealing her bottom.  He retrieves from the box a
six-inch long, two-inch wide leather tawse.  Steadying the girl's rear by
the expedient method of reaching around her front and sinking two fingers
into her vagina and forcing her to thrust her bottom rearwards.  Holding
her tightly by her sex, he smacks the tawse smartly down on the nearer,
full, rounded, ass-cheek.

   Ashley gasps at the impact of the leather on her ass.  A trickle of
saliva escapes her mouth, shiny and wet with traces of chocolate lacing it,
and makes the skin around her mouth glisten wetly.  Ralph takes the
opportunity to slide his chocolate covered, sticky-sweet, hardened member
between her pillowy open lips, and as the leather tawse again smacks her
defenseless bottom cheek eliciting a sound between a whimper and a gasp
from the girl, her cousin pushes his cock deep into her mouth.

   The lightly sleeping girl registers something warm and sticky pushing
past her lips and thrusting into her mouth.  Her jaw widens slightly to let
the hard yet velvety long object fill her mouth, bumping against her tongue
and coursing its length as it settles into the back of her mouth.  Her lips
are distended around the intruding penis, and her tongue tastes the mixture
of chocolate and a tangier, slippery fluid, sweet in a different way.

   Her pussy aches where her Uncle's fingers firmly grasp her genitals, and
her bottom bounces and quivers as the leather strap repeatedly smacks one
bottom cheek, striping it with wide red splotchy marks which contrast with
the white, unmarked further bottom cheek.  The strap marks cross the one
ass cheek at slight angles to one another, each long, rectangular welt
showing a crisp edge, as the very sides of the leather tawse convey the
greatest impact as they bite into Ashley's softly receiving bottom. 
Between the hard, red edges, the strap's image is painted in an uneven pink
and red, patchwork of tones.

   "Suckle that cock, little slut," intoned Ralph, grasping hold of her
near plump breast and pulling the girl onto his cock by pulling her tit
towards himself.  The sweet in her mouth making her saliva flow, Ashley
began an unconscious sucking motion.  As if the cock-head in her mouth were
a caramel, the girl's soft tongue laved the sweet-covered penis in her
mouth.  Ralph kneaded her breast as she suckled him, sinking his fingers
into her plump tit.  He paused playing with her breast occasionally to
bring a finger coated with more of the chocolate to her suckling mouth,
where he smeared her lips and his member afresh.

   As her mouth licked his penis for its sweetened coating, rubbing the
plump head with her lips and tongue, her Uncle commanded the unconscious
girl's posterior.  He massaged her rearward thrust vagina, placidly
smacking her thighs and bottom with the leather tawse.

   Ashley is caught between the searing stinging sensation suffusing her
mistreated bottom and having her mouth repeatedly filled and emptied by
Ralph's cock.  Her tongue registers the smooth expanse of the skin of his
shaft, then the abrupt ridge of his cockhead and the smooth, plum-like
glans itself as it pushes in and out of her mouth.

   Ralph's eyes roll in pleasure at his cousin's ministrations of his eager
erection.  He chides her teasingly, "You're going to be a good girl and
make me come, and you're going to swallow like a good little bitch.  Oh,
fuck, yes, suck the juices out of me." His hand leaves Ashley's
well-fondled breast to entwine itself in her hair and cup her head.  He
pulls the girl's face towards himself, sinking his cock in her mouth as far
as his pubic hair.  Ashley feels a soft, heavy weight envelop her lips and
chin as it settles into her young cousin's prickly, warm scrotum.

   Ralph feels the familiar sharp sweetness of sensation deep in the root
of his penis.  He holds Ashley's head still, thrusting slowly back and
forth in the helpless girl's mouth.  A brief small pulse at the base of his
penis signals his impending pleasure, and a pearl sized sticky white drop
squirts onto Ashley's slowly lapping tongue, pooling and spreading
viscously.  Ashley senses a sticky bitterness adding itself to the flavors
of chocolate.  Ralph thrusts strongly into the back of Ashley's mouth
repeatedly, causing her to gag slightly, as his orgasm begins in earnest.
Ashley feels a jerking and bumping against the roof of her mouth as the
penis bucks and spasms, and suddenly her mouth is filled with a thick smoky
fluid as Ralph's cockhead spurts jet after jet of sperm into her mouth,
inundating her tongue and teeth, sliding glutinously towards the rear of
her throat.  Gobs of cum cling to her tongue as Ralph bathes it copiously.

   Ashley chokes slightly as the semen that Ralph pumps into her slides
back in her throat.  Confused by the sweet, she swallows languidly while
her tongue washes the boy's cock clean of his pearly excretion.

   After a few moments spent blissfully recovering, his penis slowly
softening between Ashley's parted lips, Ralph withdrew his penis from
Ashley's mouth, and turned her head in the other direction.  There, her
Uncle's penis in its own turn awaited her ministrations.

   Edward's penis was also covered with chocolate, and Ashley's mouth
sleepily widened to take in the head of his cock as he laid it between her
plump lips.  He used one hand to guide the slick, wet, head of his penis
back and forth threw the sleeping girl's lips.  Ashley felt the new
intrusion as her lips were pushed open to stretch around a far wider
cockhead.  Though the back of her mouth and throat were not prodded as they
had been by her previous violator's cock, her tongue was pushed down and
her mouth was effectively stuffed.  He upper lip curled up and her head was
forced to tilt back as the large glans parted her teeth.  Ashley gurgled
and her breath came raggedly through her nose as she slowly became
accustomed to being force-fed her Uncle's fat member.

   As his father ravished the complacently unconscious girl's mouth,
relishing the angelic face enveloping his penis, Ralph moved down the
length of the bedside towards Ashley's midriff.  Grasping one delicious leg
in each hand, he bent the girl's knees and pushed her legs open, causing
the sticky lips of her cunt to separate and present her pussy helplessly to
him.  Between the delicate folds, Ashley's vaginal entry winked pinkly at
the young man.

   He examined the charming sight of his cousin, stripped naked with a cock
deep in her mouth, her reddened, much manipulated breasts exposed, and her
defenseless pussy gaping open to his gaze and touch.  His hand went to her
soft, nearly hairless, pussy lips, and his fingertips began stroking the
girl's vulva.  Licking his fingers for lubrication, Ralph placed a finger
at the rear of her cunt and slid it forward, gliding to her tight hole,
then pushing slowly but decidedly into the girl's tight vagina.  The girl
moaned through her nose, as she simultaneously felt the cock she was
suckling push deeper into her mouth and force her tongue back and a second
finger push into her pussy, stretching her open rudely, then probe her
gentle feminine sheath.  Ralph's fingers embarked on a circular exploration
of her vagina, alternating with a deep thrusting which pushed his digits
into her to the knuckles and rocked her pelvis back tilting her pudendum
up, pivoting upward towards her cousin.

   Ashley, unconscious, but far from impervious to the manipulation of her
genitals, mewed into the gag formed by her Uncle's penis deep in her mouth.
Ralph thrust his fingers repeatedly back and forth in the girl's pussy,
dragging the puffy lips with his fingers.  His thumb grazed Ashley's
clitoris, and the girl squirmed.  She felt her organs swell and warm up,
and a feeling of wetness being, as the stimulation of her sex aroused her
and her cousin's fingers plunged in and out of her repeatedly, sliding
easier as they became coated with her lubrication.  A second hand now
joined in the fun of playing with her pussy, as Ralph continued to push in
and out of the girl with one hand while placing his other on the puffy rise
of her mons and pulling upwards towards her belly, causing her clitoral
hood to stretch back and bare her pink clitoral nubbin.

   Her thighs tensed and contracted with the intense stimulation of her
genitalia as her cousin also used the remaining fingers of the hand
penetrating her to cup her ass between her legs.

   Ashley's panting breaths came somewhat easier, as Edward withdrew his
cock from the depths of his niece's mouth and she felt her lips close
somewhat until they only held the very tip of the penis between them. 
Though the stimulation of Ashley's mouth by itself had been enough for the
younger man, Edward required a more vigorous action to climax.  His hand
grasped his own member and he stroked his shaft vigorously while feeding
only the very end of his cock to the closed-eyed waif lying tussled below
him.

   Ashley felt a warm wetness engulf her clitoris, and her thighs trembled
as her cousin's tongue came to rest on the delicate clit, then trace her
vaginal lips and lap vigorously at her already thoroughly wet sex.  The tip
of the warm muscle worried back and forth over her throbbing clitoris and
two strong hands clasped her naked buttocks and pushed her hips up so the
marauding tongue gained freer access to her now lewdly widened opening. 
Ashley's bottom churned in her cousin's grip as he mercilessly flicked his
tongue over her little promontory.  His hands slid down her thighs,
clasping her behind her knees, and Ashley felt her legs raised up and
pushed upward, bent-kneed, until they rested, splayed widely, just above
her torso, her lower legs and feet dangling beside her.

   Ashley's sleepy consciousness noted the sensation the warm assault on
her most intimate and sensitive parts.  From her point view, one of the
unfortunate side effects of the sedative which her Uncle had sneaked into
her system and which had reduced her to a helpless toy for the two
debauched men taking advantage of her, was that she was unable to
experience an orgasm.  The sensations rocking her body therefore could not
find their natural outlet, and the poor girl's pelvis, thighs and backside
quivered with the pent up sexual charge she was unable to dispel.

   This however was quite the opposite for Edward, which accounts for
Ashley's soft chocolaty sucking being suddenly interrupted by her mouth
receiving a strong spurt of hot sticky fluid jetting directly between her
lips, bathing the back the girl's tongue, coating it slickly.  A second
spurt followed, as she felt the penis at her mouth buck, painting a
glutinous streak of cum along her lips and cheek, as well as her teeth and
the front of her tongue.  Edward lurched forward blissfully burying his
spurting cock into his niece's protesting mouth, and spraying his semen
deep into her throat where she involuntarily was forced to swallow it and
the next, somewhat less copious ejaculatation.

   Edward removed his dripping penis from Ashley's cum filled mouth and
rubbed the plump, spunk covered head of his cock against her soft, smooth
cheeks, cleaning himself off on her angelic face.  Her breath gurgled
through her sticky mouthful, as the semen overflowed from her pouting lips
and dripped down her cheek, threads of it catching in her hair and dripping
down on to the sheet below her face.

   Moments after her Uncle withdrew from her mouth, Ashley felt her body
flatten, giving softly under the weight of cousin who's youth reasserted
itself, his hard erection pushing against Ashley's soft belly as he lay on
top of her, her legs splayed around his torso.  Ralph's mouth fastened on
one of his cousin's delicious nipples and sucked and nibbled it, while he
rubbed his cock hard over her trim flat stomach.  The resilient springy
morsel between his teeth tensed and stretched as he nipped and pulled on
it, and Ashley's body rocked back and forth under her male cousin's motion.
It was now her belly and the sparse pubic hair of her vulva that received
her liquid, pearly reward, as Ralph ejaculated onto her ecstatically,
sucking her nipple violently.

   After his paroxysm subsided, he released the aching nipple, and pushed
himself off the girl.  Ralph looked around.  His father had gone, after
bringing a dampened towel which Ralph used to perfunctorily clean the girl
up.  He manhandled her back into her pajamas, stopping to play with her
breasts for another moment before reluctantly buttoning the shirt.  He
threaded the loose pants onto her legs and pulled them up in front, them
holding her by one hip turned her onto her side to pull up the pants in
back.

   Her round prominent bottom naked before him, the marks from her tawsing
only now fading slightly, afforded him an opportunity which he could not
pass up, and, leaning forward slightly over the girl, he raised his palm
high in the air and brought it down on one bouncy bottom cheek, which
compressed under the strong spank.  Ashley's twin bottom cheek also
received a spank, and smacks rang out for a long minute as Ralph leisurely
spanked his girl-cousin, watching her tender ass bounce under his strict
palm.  A warm pink hue spread blotchily over the white crests of her
backside, extending then to encompass her entire bottom, as his spanks took
in more of her rump, falling as well on the firmer sides of her bottom,
nearer her hips.  Neither did he ignore the full lower portion of each
bottom cheek which he spanked with an upward swinging motion to which the
girl's now quite red bottom responded by swaying upward at each blow,
stretching open her glistening nether lips.

   Reluctantly, Ralph end the spanking, running his palms over the well
punished arse, and feeling its heat.  He pulled her pants up, and stood,
reaching over to the duvet and covering his cousin with it.  Walking
towards the door, he depresses the shutter on the camera ending its
recording of the scene which just took place.  He looked back and grinned
at the disheveled girl sleeping troubledly, and snapped off the light.

   The door closed on the darkened room and the lock turned.  The silence
in the room was complete save for a regular, soft, sleepy whimpering coming
from the bed.



   Chapter 7.  Lingerie from London

   Ashley, shifted restively in her seat in the orchestra section of the
darkened opera house.  On stage, the soprano playing Adina was behaving
brattily to her admirer Nemorino, telling him her love was a fickle thing.
The storyline was funny and she was enjoying the music, but Ashley was
unaccustomed to the length of an opera, and so was having trouble keeping
her attention focused on the goings on.  Instead, she glanced around her
and observed the well-dressed patrons seated all around her.  Most of the
men wore some form of dark suit, many wore tuxedos.  The women were more
colorfully dressed.  Ironically, the young girl observed, the older the
women were, the more garish the colors they seemed to choose.  Whereas the
dowager a few chairs from her wore a large turquoise brooch on a
rainbow-hued blouse with a large Hermes scarf around her shoulders,
Ashley's dress was a simple and severely elegant black and white.

   She'd been shopping for it with her Uncle, who sat next to her attentive
to the opera.  The dress had was mostly black with a diagonal strip of
white off one shoulder and across the bodice.  The high rounded neckline
was a slash of black, suspended from thin black straps gracing Ashley's
shapely shoulders and slim arms, and dropping on her side almost
precipitously to bare her back to well below her shoulder blades.

   The dress was short, appropriately for a young woman with as perfect,
sheer black, stockinged, legs as Ashley's.  Her black and white Chanel
high-heels matched her outfit as if they'd been made for it, and her
ensemble was completed by a double choker of small pearls with a gold
clasp. Ashley's entire wardrobe at home would not have cost as much as her
shoes, or even of the expensive underwear which her Uncle had purchased for
her.

   She blushed as she recalled the previous day's visit to the lingerie
store in the Kensington High Street, where her Uncle had selected the
undergarments she was currently wearing as well as many additional items.
The shopgirls had appeared unperturbed by her Uncle's demands that Ashley
model each piece for him in a private dressing room, but she had caught
amused glances passing between the girls who assisted them and attended the
modeling.

   She'd entered the store with a combination of embarrassment at being in
so feminine an environment while accompanied by her Uncle, coupled with
excitement at all the beautiful and delicate garments on display.  Even the
air had seemed perfumed in an intensely heady, feminine way.  The
shopgirls, both tall and elegant, one black and one redhead with a short
bob haircut, had been solicitous.  Her Uncle had explained that they were
from out of town and needed to stock up on "foundation wear."

   The girls had asked Ashley her measurements.  Edward had explained that
he considered it best to have Ashley's measures taken again, as she was a
growing girl and hadn't been fitted properly before.  He also asked for a
private showing room.  They had been led to an elegant small room, where
pair of elaborate painted, curved wood, upholstered benches were placed
before a small dais raised about 8 inches off the floor.  Mirrors
surrounded this on three sides.  Ashley was made to stand on this, and
asked to remove her dress.  The female assistance had hung her dress for
her, leaving Ashley in only her blue lace bra and matching panties.  While
still in her heels, she had stood on the dais as the girl had used a tape
measure to capture the span between a wealth of different parts of her
body, rotating her so she could easily reach around her bosom, or down the
inseam of her legs.  Her Uncle had observed the proceedings with detached
interest.

   Once her measurements had been taken, Ashley was given a silk robe, and
she and her Uncle strolled through the store, selecting items.  The
assistants noted the items and after Ashley and Edward had returned to the
fitting room, brought these in Ashley's size.  Edward glanced through them,
and handed Ashley a variety of items to try on.

   First had come a selection of panty and bra sets, for which Ashley had
gone behind a screen and stripped totally, before putting them on one by
one and coming back to the dais where she walked and pirouetted for her
Uncle.  Edward had carefully examined his niece's appearance in each of the
undergarments, how one or another panty exposed or covered parts of her
girlish buttocks, or how the lower seam indented the ripe flesh on the
lower curve of her ass cheek.  He noted how the different cups supported
her youthful breasts, preferring the less sturdy bras which allowed the
curves of Ashley's breasts' natural upward tilting hang to be seen in
profile thus complimenting the ripeness of her full globes.

   While she was modeling one set of elaborate red lace bra and panties,
Edward asked her to turn, and as she presented her rear to him, he fingered
the leg hem of the panty experimentally, raising it slightly from her full
ass cheek and fondling her exposed buttock.  Ashley reacted to this sudden
unexpected intimacy by pulling away with a quickly muffled squeal.

   "Temper, young lady!" exclaimed her Uncle admonishingly.  "Bend over,
well over, I want to see how your pussy lips appear in this panty." Ashley
froze, blushing and unable to meet the gaze of the shopgirls who tittered
in the background.  She felt the moment frozen in time, her cheek
reddening, and all attention focus on her meagerly clad posterior.

   Her Uncle stepped in front of the embarrassed girl.  "You have forgotten
how to obey, Ashley?" Her uncle took firm hold of her upper arm, and pulled
her forward from the waist by it, causing Ashley's bottom to jut out.  "
You're embarrassed to do what you're told in front of these ladies? 
Perhaps we can arrange a better audience for you," he menaced,
proprietarily giving her outthrust rear a casual but stinging smack.

   Turning to the shop-girls, Edward dismissed them, "Thank you, ladies.  I
think we will need a moment here to ourselves, with perhaps the help of a
more participatory audience?  Perhaps you have a male employee who can
assist my recalcitrant niece?"

   The shopgirls exited the room slowly, giggling nervously at Ashley, who
stared down at the floor in embarrassment, bent slightly at the waist and
clad only in the skimpy underwear.  Edward stepped outside the room. 
Ashley looked about frightened, but could see no escape.  A moment later,
Edward returned, accompanied by a young man dressed in a doorman's uniform.
The man was tall and dark, and appeared to be of Slavic background.  Edward
addressed him and the girl, "James, this is my niece Ashley.  She has shown
herself to be reluctant to mind her manners in front of the ladies, so I
think that a lesson is in order.  She always seems less reluctant to do as
she's told in front of men, isn't that right little one?  Yes, she seems to
require a dominating presence in order to bring out the best in her
behavior."

   "Ashley, dear please turn around and show James here what we're
considering buying." The doorman grinned and watched the lingerie clad
beauty hungrily, as she turned to him, her eyes timidly downcast.  Her
breathing became heavier, and the man could hear her panting in fright as
he gazed at her full breasts in their lacy red cups, through which he made
out the slight darkening of her nipples.  His eyes slid down her flat belly
down to the red panties gracing her hips.

   "Turn, Ashley, and bend over," commanded her Uncle.  The girl turned
away from the two men, but was unable to bring herself to bend forward as
commanded.  The doorman took in the heavy hemispheres of her bottom,
delicately covered with the red lacy panties.  He delighted in the slight
trembling motion that the girl's fear imparted to her soft posterior.

   "I'm sorry, James," said Edward, "my niece often finds it difficult to
obey while fully dressed.  She seems to behave best only when her clothes
start to come off.  I don't know why, but we must work with her nature,
don't you think?  And it would seem that even standing in front of her a
stranger in only underclothes isn't enough undress to motivate her.

   "Perhaps you would be so kind as to just release her breasts from the
cups of her brassiere?  Being made to display her nude tits may make her
less recalcitrant.  Don't take the garment off her, for now, just pluck her
breasts out and tuck the material below them."

   Ashley gasped as the eager young man approached her.  He grabbed her arm
roughly, then, with a slow and deliberate movement, tucked his index finger
into the bra cup on the side of one plump breast.  Running his finger down
into the cup, he used it to slowly drag the cloth of the cup down the globe
of her breast, baring the creamy full flesh.  As he did so, he let his palm
brush over her plushy tit, grazing her hardened nipple.  He varied his
technique with the other breast, using all the fingertips of his hand to
drag the cloth down the front of her other breast, letting his fingernails
scrape her breast firmly, leaving parallel, thin reddened scratches on her
now nude breast.  His thumb and index finger plucked each of her nipples in
turn, yanking on her tit and giving it a little shake, to free each breast
totally of its covering

   "What a bad girl," grinned the amused doorman, as he fondled Ashley's
bared breasts.  "Here your Uncle treats you to some nice clothes, and you
don't even obey him.  I do think that you deserve punishing for being so
thankless."

   Ashley tried to cringe and protect her breasts from the assault of his
hands, but he grabbed each tit in a strong hand and held her up, "Stand
up!," he commanded, "stick those naughty tits out." He fingers plucked at
her engorged nipples, pinching her delicate fattened nubbins, stretching
them upward and forcing the girl to stretch her chest and shoulders
upwards.

   To Ashley's surprise, the young man then grabbed both her wrists in one
hand, and held them behind her back.  He was strong and effortlessly tipped
her backward slightly, making Ashley thrust out her nude chest at him.  He
dipped his head and brought his mouth to one breast to roughly flick his
tongue over Ashley's nipple.  She whimpered and writhed, but was unable to
avoid the man's mouth as the doorman suckled and explored her soft breast
delightedly.  Again and again, he let his teeth nip at her turgid bud, and
used his tongue to wash over the white softness of her plump tit.  The girl
wriggled to no avail, her wrists firmly caught in the man's grip, as her
breast became shiny from his saliva.  He concentrated on the one breast,
clearly intending to cause as much irritation and discomfort to the girl as
he could.  He relished using the stubble of his cheeks to roughen up the
fine white tender skin of Ashley's defenseless boob, which became pink and
splotchy under his scraping and sucking.

   As he abused her imprisoned tit, the doorman chastised Ashley, "Are you
enjoying me sucking your fat boob, girl?  Is that why your nipple is so
hard?  It wants more, doesn't it?  That's right, stick that big nipple up
so that I can scrape it with my cheek...  it likes that?  I can tell by the
way your tit is bouncing around, not to mention how your arse is wiggling.
Harder?  Is that what you need?  Lift that boob so I can bite and suck your
teats, my little cow!"

   Her Uncle beamed approvingly at his nieces' tormentor.  After he was
satisfied with the results of Ashley's breast punishment, he addressed the
doorman, "James, please bring Ashley here to this chair." James used his
grip on her hands to push Ashley over to the chair her Uncle indicated. 
"Kneel on the chair, Ashley, facing the chair back." James released the
girl, who slowly clambered onto the chair, resting her front on the
upholstery of the chair back.  "Hold the chair cushion, Ashley, I don't
want your hands leaving the chair."

   Now the two men stood behind the girl, as she leaned forward and away
from them on the chair.  Her body shook charmingly as she softly cried, and
the men watched her slumped shoulders shake and her soon to be punished
bottom shiver.

   "Ashley," said her Uncle, "Please assist James to remove his belt, I
think I will require him to employ it in your correction!" The man leered
at the girl, and, as tears crept down her face, she fumbled with the buckle
detaching his wide black leather belt and then slowly drawing it from
around his waist.  "Now give me the belt, so I can get you acquainted with
it, little love," sneered the doorman.  Ashley handed the belt to him, and
closed her eyes as he walked behind her.

   He observed her outthrust, defenseless and ripe bottom.  Ashley felt the
man's hand pat her rump, testing the resilience of her buttock.  "It would
be a pity to damage such a fine undergarment, wouldn't you say Ashley? 
Perhaps you would be so kind as to pull it down off your bottom?"

   Ashley reluctantly reached behind her, and slowly and hesitatingly drew
her panties down over her tender bottom cheeks, baring them to the young
man standing behind her.  He gazed at the trembling twin white mounds as
they were fully revealed to him, first one side, then, as Ashley used her
other hand, the other bottom cheek.  She let the panties hang between her
leg, the sides of the underwear slightly indenting the outside of her upper
thighs from where they were suspended.  The men behind her enjoyed the view
of her pale buttocks, framing the plump mound of her pudendum which peeked
out between her thighs from behind the dangling panties.

   "Stick out your bottom for your strapping, little slut!" said the
doorman, doubling the belt in his hand so it formed a long loop.  His palm
explored her now naked buttocks roughly, jouncing the springy flesh and
investigating the curves of her bottom as he judged the effect the leather
strap would have on the different sections of her posterior.  His fingers
caressed and pinched her full nether cheeks, softly exploring its curves,
then curving in with the lower part of her ass to flick across the rear
bulge of her warm and almost hairless vulva.

   The stranger's hand left her buttocks, and Ashley heard the sound of the
belt whistling through the air moments before she felt it smack hotly
across the widest section of her womanly backside, causing the plump
buttock to flatten momentarily and vibrate hotly.  She cried out and
pitched forward, desperately thrusting her posterior downwards, away from
the belt.  The doorman petted her bottom again, feeling the warmth
emanating from the wide pink mark left by the strap across her cheeks. 
Again, the loop came down on her tense backside, this time at a diagonal
and across a single bottom cheek.  As Ashley jumped from the blow, a twin
smack brought the strap down on the other cheek.

   She cried out.  Her bottom twisted back and forth before the doorman,
its cheeks bouncing from the effort.  He smiled and shortened his grip on
the belt, leaving a smaller, more controllable loop dangling from his hand.
His other hand reached out and steadied Ashley's naked bottom by her hip,
and he then used the short leather loop to strike a repeated tattoo across
one quickly reddening cheek of the girl's defenseless backside.  As the
leather thwacked her tender globe repeatedly, Ashley whimpered, and the
doorman smiled at the accompanying ripples and bouncing in the pale globes
under his hand.

   The doorman then released her hip and walked slowly around to her other
side.  From there, he reached out and let his hand glide over the lower
curve of Ashley's breast, pushed up by the bra cup folded below the naked
globe.  His fingers found her tense nipple, and trapped it between a thumb
and forefinger.  The man squeezed the hardened bud, and pulled it tautly
away from the girl's chest and down, forcing her to bend more and thrust
out her bottom further.

   "I know you want to have your bottom cheeks the same color, don't you
little one?" smiled the doorman, "So I'll just redden this pale cheek for
you..."

   The belt struck her less punished bottom cheek strongly and Ashley tried
to pull away, but the finger on her nipple imprisoned her, forcing her to
remain still while the man used the belt to spank her bottom repeatedly,
the pale flesh of her buttock quickly reddening to match its already
well-spanked twin.

   A flash of light from the direction of her Uncle's seat observing the
proceedings caught the girl's attention for a moment, and she looked up to
see her Uncle taking pictures of her humiliating ordeal with his ever
present camera.  The eager photographer came closer, and recorded the
grimaces of his niece's expression as the belt smacked her ass, as well as
capturing the instantaneous distortion of her bottom cheeks, as they
embraced around the thrashing belt.

   When the doorman was satisfied that Ashley's bottom cheeks showed
similar degrees of redness, a process which involved him returning to the
less recently punished half of her bottom for some "freshening" of its hue,
he ordered the girl to stick her bottom out further toward him.  She did
so, and he reached out and pulled the lacy red panties, bunched at her
thighs, down to her backs of her knees.  A hand on Ashley's head pushed her
down onto the back of the chair, her cheek pressing into the plush cloth of
the oversized seatback.  Her outthrust bottom, in this new bent position,
allowed James to examine Ashley's vaginal pouch from where it rested,
framed by her rear thighs, and the flushed hemispheres of her ass.

   His full palm and fingers cupped her pussy from the rear, and Ashley
moaned in shame and fear as she felt his coarse fingers push through her
outer lips and test her moist core.  The doorman stepped to her side, and
Ashley felt him thrust up against her hip with the front of his pants.  She
felt him rubbing his erection against her flesh while his hands roved over
her bottom cheeks, her thighs, and her pussy.  He squeezed both buttocks
firmly in his hands, then caressed down onto her vagina again, this time
forcing a thumb into Ashley's pussy.

   His finger still buried in Ashley's vagina, the doorman reached under
the girl's hip and found the front of her genitals, where he grasped the
hood of her clit, which he began rubbing up and down.  Ashley's sensitive
cunt was being ravaged from both sides, and her resistance to the strong
stimulation held only briefly.  The feeling was not pleasant, but the
friction elicited lubrication from her vagina which coated the doorman's
fingers, and which he worked into a froth strongly finger-fucking the girl,
plying in and out the soft flesh of her pussy lips.  As she moaned, his
thumb left her vagina to apply a few sharp spanks to her buttocks, before
forcing its way back into her moist vulva.

   The frantic girl's bottom churned.  Suddenly, the man released her, and
she felt him walk behind her.  One of his hands grasped each buttock
firmly, as if they were pastry buns, his fingers sinking into her pillowy
flesh.  He spread her cheeks apart, forcing the plump morsels to separate
and bare her asshole.  One finger of his swiped through her moist lower
lips, collecting the secretions he'd caused her to weep and wetting his
finger.  She felt his fingertip come to rest on her exposed asshole and
push.  As she whimpered, his finger separated the tense ring, and sank into
her reluctantly yielding butthole.

   The sound of his zipper coming down was closely followed by a tense
pressure on Ashley's asshole.  For a moment, while the girl grunted in
pain, her bottom resisted this new indignity, but with a sudden parting,
her anus yielded to the large phallus, affording his cock a grudging entry
into her body.  The man pushed hard and his cock slowly sank into the
crying girl's bum, stretching her painfully.  Her efforts at drawing away
from her anal ravisher were countered by James' grabbing her hips and using
this new purchase to force her bottom to swallow the entire length of his
dick.

   Nor, once all the way inside her, was he satisfied with his new
position, but slowly drew his cock out, her bottom now resisting his
movements in the reverse direction, her anus pulling at the cock until it
released and relaxed mercifully, only to be assaulted anew, another entry
forced into her bottom, with marginally easier access.  Again and again, he
violated her ass, each time drawing his cock all the way out in a teasing
ever broken promise of relinquishing his position inside her.

   Ashley, exhausted, acquired the stillness of the helpless, her backside
a mere static target for the man's thrusts.  This didn't last long, though,
as her lack of motion displeased him, and he elicited renewed frantic
squirms by striking her already well-punished bottom-cheeks roughly and
digging his fingernails into her reddened flesh.

   Her renewed squirming and squealing finally brought about the effect
he'd desired, and she felt the cock in her asshole taughten and pulse
repeatedly as he jetted his semen into her.  Even then he continued
thrusting strongly into her, until his spasms died down.  Her asshole
closed slipperily as he withdrew his satiated cock.  Ashley's eyes were
closed, and she whimpered as she felt his warm stickiness leak slowly out
of her.  She remained motionless, affording a charming vista of her
ravished, sperm streaked, bottom, as James withdrew from her and put
himself back in order.

   She perceived, as she kneeled frozen in disbelief and shame, that her
Uncle exchanged a few words with the doorman, and handed him something. 
She heard the door close as James exited the room.

   Her Uncle came up to her and placed a possessive hand on her hip.  His
palm cupped her reddened buttocks, and his fingers pinched the resilient,
bouncy flesh., smoothing her stinging posterior.  The shutter clicked,
capturing her shuddering thighs, the marks on her backside, and the streak
of semen trailing from her abused asshole.

   "I shall have the other girls come in and help you get cleaned up,
Ashley, and then I want you dressed and ready to go.  I believe we've
gotten what we needed here!"



   Chapter 8.  A long lesson: Spanked into Sucking

   Nemorino and Adina exchanged protestations of love amidst glorious
music, ending the final act of L'Elisir D'amore.  The house lights came up,
and the singers took their bows.  Ashley had enjoyed the melodic and
comedic opera quite a bit, and came to her feet along with many of those
seated nearby to give the singers an ovation.  She smiled happily.  Her
Uncle observed the comely young woman, enjoying the sight of her pleasure
in the spectacle to which he'd introduced her.

   He was also gratified at Ashley's ability to put the ordeals of the day
behind her, so to speak.  The fact that she was of such good cheer now,
forgetting her anal ravishing and punishment earlier in the day, Edward
reasoned to himself, meant that Ashley was becoming accustomed to being
used sexually, learning to submit decorously to her sexual castigations,
while being able to bounce back.  All this was very positive in his mind,
as it would allow him to incur into further and more extreme adventures
with his step-niece, without risking her overreacting or rebelling against
him.  Not to mention, he smiled to himself, the pleasure it was to see the
girl laughing and smiling.  Though, he admitted to himself, there was a
similar or even greater pleasure in seeing her crying in torment too!

   Edward rose and placed his hand gently on Ashley's arm, guiding her out
into the aisle of the theater, joining the outflow of the crowd which
disgorged into the foyer and then out the large gilt doors into the square.
He helped her to secure the lush fur wrap which he had bought her, which
framed her dark hair and pretty face with a softening chestnut aura. 
Bundled up against the cold, Ashley lent into his supporting arm, and let
herself be led to the car park, where the opulent Jag lay waiting.

   Once in the car and underway, Edward turned toward Ashley.

   "Ashley, you seemed to enjoy the opera...  Are you tired?"

   Ashley, excited by the events of the evening, and not overly eager to
return to the hotel for what might turn out to be a private session with
her uncle, responded,

   "Oh, no, uncle.  It isn't very late at all, and I'm not tired!"

   "Very well, Ashley," said Edward, "perhaps then we should stop off at my
club.  I'm sure I could use a drink and some entertainment as well, and
perhaps we can use the occasion to edify you in the minutiae of fine Single
Malts, what do you say?"

   "Oh yes, uncle, that sounds wonderful!" responded Ashley, loosening the
fur slightly as the car's heater worked away the chill of the outside air.
Edward maneuvered the plush vehicle across town, into an older area off
Piccadilly where the streets became smaller, darker, and narrower.  Picking
up his car phone, he placed a call.  Ashley heard him arranging for their
arrival, and placing an order for food.  Soon after, they pulled up outside
an old townhouse, twin carriage lamps flanking its stately oaken door.  As
Edward engaged the brake of the car, a tall man dressed in an anachronistic
coachman's cape mounted to the sidewalk from the stair below the entrance.
Approaching the Jag, he held open Ashley's door, assisting her descent from
the car, then came around to the driver's side where he took Edward's keys
and drove off in the car.  Edward placed an avuncular arm around his niece
and walked her up the quarter flight of stone steps to the impressive
entrance where he rang a small brass bell set into a glowing brass ring. 
Under the bell, Ashley read the script on a small shiny plaque inscribed
"Private Club.  Members only."

   The door was opened by a stiff postured, formally dressed, butler, who
greeted her Uncle by name, and took their coats as they entered the dark
paneled, graciously appointed entryway of what had clearly been a grand
private townhome, now the seat of some sort of very British, Ashley
thought, gentlemen's club.  Wood paneling everywhere glowed in the light of
golden hued lamps.  The entire establishment had a comfortable lack of
bright lights, which romanticized the many paintings on the walls.  The
furniture was all wood and leather, and large oriental carpets covered most
of the dark oak paneled floors.

   To Ashley's mind, the ambience was that of an old and exclusive club,
where the privileges of money had not been changed by the democratization
of society outside the ancient doors.  She also had a strong sensation that
the club was not the sort of place where anyone so young nor so female as
herself usually frequented.  She turned to her Uncle curiously, and saw
that he was watching her bemusedly.

   "Come with me, Ashley, let's find a drawing room," commented her Uncle,
leading the girl through a large common area room, strewn with many large,
deep, leather chairs, and old dark wooden coffee table piled high with
journals, magazines, and newspapers.  A large unlit fireplace, with
impressively heavy andirons standing by it, occupied a goodly part of one
paneled wall.  She followed Edward through a double wide doorway, through a
bar room and down a corridor.  Her Uncle opened a door from the corridor,
and held it open for Ashley to enter a room.  Inside, a bar graced one
wall, and the middle of the room was occupied by a number of the same
overstuffed leather chairs Ashley had observed in the reading room.  A card
table with more upright seating occupied the middle of the room, and along
the wall farthest from the door, was a large buttoned leather sofa and
matching ottoman.

   The fireplace in this study was much smaller than the one in the main
room, but it was lit, two small logs burning in it noisily.  Edward brought
one of the cardtable chairs next to one of the comfortable large chairs,
and sitting in the latter, indicated to his niece to sit nearby him on the
more upright chair.  Ashley lowered herself onto the chair, in
three-quarter profile to her Uncle.

   At this moment, the butler who had let them in arrived, pushing open the
door and wheeling in a small cart bearing a tray of plates, cutlery, and
food as well as a variety of bottles and glasses.  He brought this to the
bar along one wall, and transferred to the contents to the long slab of
wood.  Edward went to the the butler, and exchanged a few comments with
him, which Ashley was unable to overhear.  Edward took a small plate and
started placing some of the delicacies from the bar on it, then poured two
tumblers of liquor.  He carried them over to the card table next to Ashley
and placed them on it.

   An assortment of crackers with cheese, small sandwiches, sections of
sausage, and stuffed leaves of radicchio occupied the plate, and Edward
encouraged Ashley to try some of these.  He took a couple of crackers and
placed them on a serviette, then carried that and the tumbler of Scotch
with him, as he sat down once more in the deep chair.

   Ashley relaxed as she drank the excellent single-malt and her Uncle
discoursed on the merits of the beverage.  At first, the peaty flavor of
the Scotch was not to her liking, but her Uncle introduced her to the more
mellow exemplars of single malt.  She quickly went through small tastes of
Laphroiag, which she didn't care for at all, on to Dalwhinney, Glenmorran,
and Lagavulin.  The crackers and cheese she nibbled at only partly
counteracted the alcoholic effect, which was making Ashley giggle and slump
relaxedly in her chair.

   Her Uncle was also enjoying himself, and getting somewhat tipsy as well.
The warmth of the room suffused their cheeks, and they laughed easily
together.  In spite of the trials she'd had to bear at the dressmakers, the
past few days in London had been quite fun for Ashley, and she felt, thanks
to the alcohol, somewhat giddy.

   Perhaps it was the Scotch, perhaps the effect of her overstimulated
young woman's hormones, but during one of the long languid and relaxed
silences she shared with her Uncle, Ashley, without premeditation and for
the first time in her interaction with him, prodded her Uncle to action. 
Later, she would recall this moment as the first in which she realized that
she was emotionally and psychologically involved in the amazing
transformation her Uncle was orchestrating from naïve and innocent young
lady, into a willing and compliant, but sexually powerful woman holding men
in thrall to her strong sexual nature.

   "Uncle," she began tentatively, "are you pleased with my behaviour?  I
do feel like I am improving and I hope you think that I have.  I would like
to...  be good...  and do what I'm told.  I...  I...  know you're helping
me to improve, and I just, I mean, I want to ...do what you tell me to."

   Ashley blushed deeply and looked down.

   Edward, somewhat tipsy and slumped slightly in the overstuffed chair,
smiled to himself.  Splendid, he thought.  The girl was prompting him now!
He'd so established in her mind her subservience and her role as a
subservient sex toy, that when a half day passed without requiring anything
of her, she would push him to continue!  Well, he'd have to take advantage
of this.  But, as this evening Ashley seemed to be a willing participant,
he'd have to vary the tone.

   "Yes," responded her Uncle languidly, "I think you have made great
progress, Ashley.  You are now a much more responsible and obedient girl
than when you first came to me.  I would go so far as to say that you are
becoming more and more a woman, and I am mostly quite pleased with you. 
You have a ways to go, certainly, and it will be my pleasure to lead you
there, but you are making great progress.  Why your very posture and
carriage are a testament to how much you've changed!

   "Why don't you stand up, here, yes, in front of me and let me look at
your bearing.  That's wonderful.  Very nice, perhaps you could take off the
scarf.  Now turn for me and let me look at you lovely figure."

   Ashley stood, just the slightest bit unsteady on her delicate and
elegant high-heels from the effects of the Scotch she'd been drinking.  Her
Uncle observed the well-groomed girl in front of him.

   "Think, Ashley, how you've changed in the short time you've been here.
From the slovenly slattern you appeared you have become quite a lady!  I
hope you are proud of your progress.  It has not been an easy transition,
and I am sure that you will require firm guidance in its continuation, but
we can be proud of how far you've come.

   "In fact, tonight, I think we will reward you a bit for your good work,
even if it will require some effort on your part to earn the reward.  Will
you obey, and make the effort that I will ask of you, Ashley?  Do you
intend to be a good girl this evening?  The pleasures that you've tasted
until now tonight will continue, if you are amenable."

   Ashley, was unsure what her Uncle had in mind, but entering this strange
new ground where she was a willing participant in whatever adventure he had
in mind, made her heart beat faster, and the blood suffused her cheeks.

   "Yes, Uncle," she softly responded, "you know what's best for me."

   Edward smiled, and went to the door.  He pulled a cord by the door. 
Shortly after the butler knocked and entered.  Edward referred himself to
the servant, "Clyve, please take Miss Ashley into a room where you may
assist her to hang up her pretty clothes, and help her to put on the items
she will find in the box I left with you earlier this evening?  Thank you.

   "Ashley, please follow Clyve, and I would appreciate very much if you
would change into the clothes I have brought for you, which will be more
appropriate for our subsequent activities.  Clyve is an expert in the
fitting of such items, and will help you with them."

   The Butler turned away and headed towards the door, and Ashley nervously
followed his stiff steps.  He stood and opened the door for her and she
stepped out into the corridor.  Wordlessly, he picked up a large elegantly
wrapped box which Ashley recognized came from the shop they'd been to
earlier, and led her down the hall from where her Uncle waited for her.

   Holding open a door, the butler ushered her into a the small room,
evidently a sort of expanded cloak room, containing one overstuffed chair,
a small sofa, a small boudoir table with a large mirror above it, and a
coat closet.  Placing the package on the table, the butler opened the
ribbons and lifted the top off it.  He parted the delicate tissue wrapping
inside, and Ashley observed a beautiful bundle of black ribbon and lace
nestled in an erotic tangle in the lavender tissue .  Clyve began removing
the garments from the box and laying them out.  Ashley turned away,
embarrassed that this stranger should be aware that she would soon be
modeling such provocative intimate apparel for her Uncle.

   Clyve turned to the girl, and said, "Miss, please remove all your
clothes and I will hang them for you, then I will assist you in fitting
these garments, as per your Uncle's instructions.  Do not be shy, miss, in
my work I am often called on to assist with young ladies' educations, and
your fine, ripe, femininity makes it that much more pleasurable work for
me."

   Ashley demurely started reach for the buttons behind her dress but Clyve
approached her and deftly and carefully undid the buttons, baring even more
of her back.  He then slid the straps off her rounded pale shoulders, and
bade her step out of the dress.  Ashley did so, and stood confusedly in her
lacy panties and half bra while the butler hung her dress.  He returned and
said, "Now, please take off all the rest of your clothes, young lady,
including your shoes.  You need to be totally naked." In a matter of
minutes she was, and the butler watched her shield her pudendum with her
hands, but she was sharply admonished and made to put her hands at her
sides, baring her light fleece to the man's gaze.

   "Please turn around for me, miss," instructed the butler, "your
prominent breasts and full buttocks will be well complemented by your new
outfit, young lady.  But first, I think we need to make some minor make-up
adjustments.  Your nipples for example, are nice and fat, but they are
perhaps a shade too dark for the color of the bodice you will be wearing.
Perhaps a bit of powder there is indicated?  Please step over to this
mirror."

   Ashley walked naked to the mirror and watched in it as the butler
reached into the boudoir and came out with a box of make-up.  Pulling out a
stiff brush, the butler came up to Ashley and started flicking her nipple
with it.  Her dark, large areola responded by tightening, and becoming
slightly glistened by the moisturizing cream on the brush.  Her other
nipple came under the same treatment.  Clyve observed them, then put down
the brush and delicately but firmly grabbed one of her nipples in each hand
and gave it a tug, causing the nude girl to flinch and gasp.  He then
loaded a circular powder puff with a pale powder and lightened her areolas
slightly with it.  He dabbed the same puff over her large breasts, as well,
delicately blending the pale color on her bosom.

   "Turn around, young lady!" he ordered, "and bend over, elbows on the
table."

   Ashley turned and bent over the table, supporting herself on her elbows.
Her breasts grazed the tabletop, and the butler could not resist reaching
below them and caressing the pendant, heavy underside of her heavy teats.

   "Best to moisturize the skin to ensure elasticity where there is likely
to be some chafing, miss," the butler said, opening a jar of light cream on
the boudoir.  He dipped a hand in it, and then his hand came back to the
undersides of her breasts, this time sliding the soft lotion on her flesh,
his fingers working the moisture into her breasts, plying the bouncy flesh
of her tits.  Her glistening breasts swung back and forth as he massaged
them, swaying slickly over the wooden tabletop.  Ashley observed herself
bent over towards the mirror, her breasts bulging and swinging as the man's
fingers clutched and manipulated the soft heavy globes.

   After thoroughly working her breasts, she observed in the mirror that he
took a handful of the cream and she felt the butler's moist hand apply the
lotion to her naked posterior.  He freely explored her out-thrust bottom,
working the lotion into her bare rounded cheeks, then dipping between them
into the cleft of her bottom.  Ashley tried to lift herself up in surprise
when she felt the butler's hand first introduce itself between her
bottomcheeks, but his other hand gruffly pushed her head back down and she
quieted and submitted to his groping.

   His hand, freshly apportioned of lotion, then came down on her inner
thighs, which she parted in response to the pressure of his palms pushing
her thighs apart, and he worked the lotion into her inner thighs, making
his way leisurely but surely up to her vaginal lips.  Ashley felt the man's
hand slide over her cleft between her parted legs and massage it with the
lotion.  More lotion followed and his hand expertly worked at her
moistening genitals, his fingers strongly kneading the front of her nearly
hairless mount and her sensitive clitoris.  Ashley closed her eyes as the
sensation grew, and moaned softly when the other man's hand joined the
first on her genitals, this one approaching her cunt from the rear and
pulling her cunt lips apart to stroke the widening opening there.  She felt
her legs tremble slightly as the stranger stimulated her expertly.

   As quickly as he'd started though, the butler stopped his ministrations,
and bade her stand up.  He then proceeded to help her dress.

   +++++

   Edward sits in the overstuffed leather chair, quietly smiling to
himself. He's looking forward to his nieces' return eagerly.  A small,
contented smile plays at his lips.  He sips his scotch.

   At last, a knock at the door signals Clyve's return.

   "Come," intones Edward, and the door is opened.  Clyve holds open the
door, and Ashley steps into the room, eyes demurely downcast.  She walks in
slowly, her pace slowed and her elegance enhanced by the precariously high
heels she is wearing.

   "Come in, little one," Edward tells her, then directs her with his gaze
to walk over towards him.  Ashley, by now accustomed to her role, naturally
stops at the center of the large Persian rug as if on display.  She clasps
her hands before her, and glances up nervously at her uncle, her cheeks
suffusing with color as she feels his gaze rake over her.

   Her hair has been meticulously combed to a lustrous sheen, and falls
around her face in a flat, chestnut mane, accented by a white lace bow
attached to a skein of her hair in the rear.  Clyve has expertly applied
cosmetics to her lovely face, her eyes widened and tinted green, her lips a
deep pale pink.

   Ashley is a vision in frothy white.  She wears a lace corset which
pushes up her youthful, full breasts.  The lace frames the large, round
boobs, affording a only slightly obscured view of her wide, dark nipples,
under the stretched lacy materials.

   She ambles in, eyes downcast, obedient.  Edward observes her, and is
aware that she's given herself up to obeying for this evening.

   She steps in, her long legs encased in beautiful white stocking, with
bows at the lace tops at her thighs.  Wide white straps attach to the tops
of her sheet white stockings, and travel up the front of her taut upper
thighs, then at the top juncture of her leg, slide under a satin, frilly
edged panty, with narrow sides over on her jutting hip.  It is low cut and
the straps re-emerge a few inches higher from her panties and travel up her
flat belly to the lacy bottom edge of her corset.

   As she walks slowly towards her uncle, he gazes contentedly at her
crotch, where the satin has conformed itself and delineates clearly her
pussy lips.  The narrow dark fold as the panties split her vulva sways
softly as she transfers her weight carefully from one leg to another,
balancing precariously on her high-heels.

   Her shoes are a platform with a 10 centimeter heel, and a simple set of
double narrow white straps which cross over her delicate feet and travel up
her ankle, each wrapping it twice then clasp at the side of her lower calf.
A small, soft bow matches the bows on her stockings.

   Her Uncle observes her walk towards him then stop meekly a meter away
from his chair.  "You look very charming, dear niece," he says, "like a
present I shall enjoy unwrapping slowly over the course of this evening."

   Ashley blushes, and then in response to her Uncle's signal, turns slowly
around to afford him a rear view of her body encased in its sexy package.

   Edward's gaze travels down from her shiny auburn mane and its gracenote
bow, to the hard cut edge of her hair just above her naked white shoulders.
Her back is slim and narrow, and Edward smiles at the sideways bulge of the
girl's full breasts beyond the silhouette of her back.  The corset swoops
down so most of her back is naked, save for the three buttons holding it
closed.  Ashley's lower back swells, its twin dimples winking above the
start of her hips and buttocks.  In the rear, the satin panties the girl
wears also cling to her bottom cheeks, but are made to be more translucent
than the front of the underpants, and are almost transparently gauzy, so
that Ashley's bottom cheeks are quite visible.

   Edward stands up and indicates to the girl that she approach him. 
Ashley walks up close to her Uncle.  Even in her heels he is still a head
taller than she, and she feels the heat radiate from him.  He is wearing
only full length, blue silk dressing gown, and she suspects he has nothing
underneath, as the erection she knows she has elicited from him, tents his
garment unconstrainedly.

   His hand reaches familiarly out to cup the lower curves of both her
bottom cheeks over her panties.  Ashley feels the tip of his silk covered
penis touch her outer thigh softly and then push against her creamy flesh.
The hand on her bottom squeezed her rear softly and possessively.

   "Tonight, Ashley, we're going to make substantial progress in your
education," intones Edward, while his hand palms and kneads her buttock. 
"You are becoming better educated and your training is clearly improving
your disposition and your behavior.  As such, it is more incumbent on you
to be able to show your gratitude and appreciation for what you're
receiving."

   "Now the need to humiliate and punish you using your sexual timidity is
certainly something that has an effect on the gentlemen who are assisting
you so kindly in your need to make progress and it is time for you to learn
how to thank them appropriately.  The best way to do this, given the state
of arousal that educating a willful but sexy girl like you is bound to
engender in myself and the other men I required to further your progress
are naturally made to feel, is for you to attend to their penises.  Do you
not agree that that is appropriate, Ashley, that you should be offering to
reward them by providing their penises with the pleasures you can give
them?"

   The girl blushes fiercely, aware of her Uncle's member pressing against
her thigh and its role in the discussion.  She knows that during the course
of the evening, she will be coming into much more intimate knowledge of it.
She doesn't respond.

   "Now, Ashley, this shyness will not do!" intones her Uncle, "I want to
hear you give me the correct responses this evening, so I think some
encouragement is in order.

   "Please push your panties down to your thighs, uncover your pussy and
bottom!"

   Ashley shudders at her Uncle's command to display her naked midriff, but
obeys slowly.  She reaches to her waist and slips her fingers in the side
of her delicate white panties, then slowly glides them down her smooth hips
and belly.  Her jutting bottom cheeks reveal themselves, glowing pale and
full in the light, and in front her delicate pussy mound gleams warmly. 
She stands, panting, her entire midriff bare and naked, next to the man who
has control over her pubescent body.  Her Uncle's hand comes up softly, and
the girl closes her eyes in shame momentarily.  Ashley feels his palm
gently cup her soft pudendum possessively, his finger resting lightly on
her bare cunt lips, the pad of a fingertip against her the little swell of
her bare clitoris.  A slight pressure on her turgid clit causes her bottom
to push backward and thrust out further.

   Edward brings his hand back slightly and, aiming for the very crest of
the cheek of Ashley's bottom further from him, slaps it down against her
bottom with a soft smart smack.  The smack smarts more than hurts, and
Edward follows it with another spank to the bare near cheek of his niece's
womanly rump.  His hand cups the recently spanked girl-flesh.

   "What is your response, girl?" he chides.

   "Yes,...sir." Ashley tries.  Edward expects more from her, wanting to
hear her describe the lascivious actions he will force his niece into.  "I
want to hear full answers to my questions, little one!" he warns.  For her
briefness, her bottom receives another pair of warming spanks, centered
exactly on the crests of their already pink bulges.  Her hips shimmy with
the stinging of her bottom, and Edward observes the delightful tremors
passing through her full, rounded, exposed backside.  She hesitates.  Again
her Uncle's hand spanks her bottom.

   "I need to, to give them pleasure,...." Edward gives her an encouraging
caress across her warm naked bottom.  "..to, make their penises feel good!"
blurts the girl.  SMACK...  She jumps, and repeats quickly, " I need to
take care of their penises!" Eduard's hand squeezes the delicious morsels
of the submissive girls' bottom cheeks, then gives her another smart slap.

   "Very good, Ashley," her Uncle praises, his hand smoothing to pinkened
flesh on Ashley's naked bottom, "you see how sage a judicious smacking of
your bottom can help you to become?" "As you say, pleasuring their penises
is a duty you will have to apply yourself to assiduously, and practice, my
dear, is the key to perfecting any skill, so we shall make sure that you
get extensive practice with men's organs."

   "In fact, no time like the moment, no?  So, let's get started, Ashley?"
Edward's hand cups and squeezes each of his niece's naked bottomcheeks, and
he orders "Place your hand on my cock, next to you, softly hold it."

   Ashley looks down nervously at the protruding bulge in her Uncle's silk
gown.  She obediently reaches out, and displaying a natural gentleness
encompasses the silk encased member with her hand.

   "Hold the head of my cock," orders her Uncle sternly, and she slides her
hand up until it cups the wide head of his penis which she can feel
distinctly through the thin material.

   "Ashley, you need to maintain a gentle rhythm on that cock, you
understand, regardless of everything else!" Ashley caresses the hard penis
with her hand.  She closes her slim delicate fingers over the silk
sheathed, plump, springy, wide head of her Uncle's penis, and gently opens
and closes her fingers over it.  The silk slides over the silky head,
bunching at its tip as she tightens her fingers, and then stretches out to
cover and sheath his cockhead as she opens her fist and lets it slide down
off his glans and ring the shaft just below.  Her fingers feel the silk
start to evidence the moisture she's causing her Uncle to leak onto her
ministering hand.  Back and forth her hand moves excruciatingly slowly,
bunching and tightening the cloth over the twitching member.  Edward
watches her delicate hand outline his plum-shaped, silk encased glans.

   Ashley wonders for a moment what he mean by "ignoring everything else"
but is soon enlightened as she feels his hand on her neck, pushing her to
lean forward and making her naked bottom jut out behind her, her panties
hanging prettily at her trim, pale thighs.  She feels his hands both grip
her bottom cheeks and start to fondle her arse clenching her cheeks
powerfully in his grip.  She shudders but concentrates on maintaining the
rhythm of her hand.

   "That's right, little one," her Uncle intones, "masturbate my cock well,
while I attend to this rounded little bottom of yours." Ashley strokes his
cock tenderly, and feels her Uncle tug her bottomcheeks into position for
another smacking she knows is coming.  She mewls as his hand begins a
strong staccato smacking of her tender, rounded, exposed backside.

   Edward gazes down at his niece, her eyes closed and her delicious face
twisted with the conflicting emotions her body is giving her, humiliation
and pain, and pleasure of the most prolonged and delayed nature.  She
intently jerks his cock, increasing the sharpness of her movements as his
hand delivers another crisp smack to her womanly backside, and his fingers
delve between her legs to pull at the soft, slightly scratchy skin of her
nether lips.  Caressing her complex folds back and forth, he observes her
womanly cavity stretching open and closed with each stroke of his fingers
through her vulva.  He repeats the motion, going back and forth tugging at
her puffy cunt lips until her bottom and thighs quiver with excitement.

   Ashley can't help but raise her bottom to her Uncle's expert
ministrations, standing on tiptoe in her high, white heels, giving him
closer access to her backside and cunt.  His fingers slide through her
moist lips, flicking her little clit and making the girl bounce, her lithe
calf muscles tensing.

   But Edward has much more lasting plans for his niece, and after sending
his thumb on a final foray knuckle deep into the very rear of Ashley's
slickened cunt, steps away from his niece.  Her hand parts with the cock
she's been masturbating with reluctance.

   "Stand up and pull up your panties," Edward chides.  "I must say, your
bottom and cunt are wanton, aren't they little slut?  Writhing under their
spanking and positively begging for more.  Well, we shall see about this."

   Ashley reaches shyly down and grasps the soft white panties, then pulls
them up, feeling the heat of her spanked bottom and the moistness of her
well manipulated pussy become encased in the delicate silk.  For a moment,
she feels shame and sadness at covering herself, making her pulsing pussy
less accessible to her tormentor.

   Edward sits in the deep chair, and pulls his robe aside.  Ashley tries
to not look, but her gaze takes in peripherally her Uncle's bared phallus,
large and eager twitching and reddened.  She watches it intently as if it
were a snake which could biter her.  The shaft is not long, but very wide,
and the head of her uncle's cock looks positively huge to the inexperienced
girl.  In fact, Edward's cockhead is uncommonly wide, almost the size of a
plum and more than makes up or his member's modest length.

   "Ashley come over and sit facing me straddling my legs." She walk over,
a vision in frothy lace, then opens her legs to bookend his as she sits on
his thighs facing him.

   He indicates his cock with his gaze, pointing straight at the lingerie
clad girl, and she obediently takes the now naked cock in her hands, using
both hands to exquisitely caress the shaft repeatedly, then running her
right hand over the swollen tip, back down to his shaft, back and forth
sweetly.

   Ashley's hand glides back and forth over her Uncle's penis, collecting
the wet, stickiness on her fingers as they delicately play over his
engorged member, her fingers caressing the plump, slick head dutifully. 
She straddles his legs bending forward to minister to his organ, her lace
encased breasts suspended in the filigreed white material of her brassiere.

   As she delicately masturbates his uncle, Edward's gaze rises over
Ashley's soft stockinged legs, over her flat soft belly and to her plump
tits, hanging before him.

   "A girl with big sensitive tits, like you, Ashley," he intones caressing
the inner curve of her cleavage, "needs attention there, doesn't she?"
Ashley's breathing comes with greater difficulty, but she doesn't say
anything, blushing as she continues to rub Edwards cock.

   "Sit on my thighs, Ashley, legs spread apart," Edward instructs the
girl. She dutifully, lowers herself, letting her pretty, panty-clad bottom
down on his naked thighs.  Edward feels the warmth of the girl's thighs and
the slickness of her stockings against his thighs.

   "Now, Ashley, a good girl needs to know how to stroke a cock well.  I
want you to reach below my balls with one hand and cradle them and, ever so
gently, stroke my scrotum."

   Ashley's hand follows her Uncle's instructions, cupping his balls, while
her other hand holds his shaft in her fist and slowly pumps it back and
forth.

   "That's right, young lady.  Now don't let yourself get distracted!" So
saying Edward places his hands on the outside swell of each of Ashley's
large white lace covered tits, and strokes their sides, following the
contours of the underwire of her bustiere.

   "A plump, young pair of breasts like yours Ashley," intones her Uncle,
as his palm traces the contour of the heavy white lace cups over Ashley's
full breasts, "are going to naturally be the focus of attention for your
teachers, and you'll have to learn to offer them up like an obedient girl."

   "Like this, little niece," Edward instructs, "pull your shoulders back
to thrust your breasts out and offer them up properly." Ashley, draws her
shoulder back, causing her breasts to rise toward her Uncle, who
appreciatively uses one hand to trace the inner line of her naked boob down
into the inside of one of the bra cups, running one then all his fingers
down into her bra, and caressing her naked breast.

   Ashley watches riveted to the spectacle as Edward repeats the motion on
her other breast, running his fingers over her springy full flesh, avoiding
for now contact with her hardened nipple.

   "Now little one," Edward warns sternly, "you're not to cease your care
of my penis!  That would be unappreciative of the attention that I'm paying
to your education, woudn't it?"

   Ashley pants softly as she feels Edwards hand gently lift one of her
boobs in its lacey cup, freely playing with her submissively proffered tit.
"Yes, ...  sir," she mumbles, her hands resuming the rhythmic motion on the
throbbing erection moistening her fingers while her other hand cups and
delicately massages her uncles testicles.  She is amazed at the softness
and gentle weight of his balls, their slight dampness and how they fill her
palm perfectly.

   Her Uncle's hands cup both breasts now, delicately, feeling their
substantial heft, weighing them in his hands.  His thumbs find her large
hardened nipples, and start to rub back and forth over her nubs.  Ashley
squirms as she feels her nipples being stimulated by her Uncle's fingers
through the lace of her bra.  "Ooooohhhh" Ashley moans, and involuntarily
pulls her shoulders back thrusting her tits forward for more.  The pace
with which she masturbates her Uncle's erection increases, as his fingers
find and grasp one of her turgid, stimulated nipples and roll it between
his thumb and forefinger.

   "Now Ashley," continues her Uncle, increasing the pressure with which he
holds her large, captive, lace covered nipple.  "Keep a constant, slow pace
on that cock.  You are to stimulate it so as to prolong its pleasure, and
let the testicles build up a large supply of fluid.  You are to strive to
make your teacher's secretions as copious as possible, so that you may be
sprayed down by them later.  A girl's reward for pleasing her teacher is
when she receives his bath of sperm, whether on your breasts," accompanying
his words by his other hand reaching out to grasp Ashley's to now
unmolested other breast, "or on your naked buttocks well-smacked and warmed
in preparation, or in your vagina, or between those pinkened lips deep into
your throat.  Today, my dear niece, we will definitely be concentrating on
that plump mouth of yours, so you are to continue your ministrations to
ensure a plentiful supply of sperm for you to swallow, do you understand?"

   Edward looks down at the girls hands gently ministering to his hardened
cock, her stockinged legs straddling his, wide open, the brief panties
stretched wide over her clearly delineated pussy lips.

   "Now, I think it is time to offer your naked breasts, Ashley, please
lower your bra straps onto your arms." Ashley releases the throbbing cock
and slowly pushes the delicate, wide lace bra straps off one then the other
shoulder, drawing them down her upper arms to come to rest just above her
elbow.

   The full, white, plump globes of her breasts rest in their clinging
white lace cups, the top triangle of lace at the straps now turned
downward, starting to peel away and off her youthful tits.  "Pull your bra
down," orders her Uncle quietly.  Ashley looks at her chest before her, as
her own hands peel down the supporting cups, freeing her large breasts to
her Uncles' unobstructed gaze and handling.

   His palms come up and quite naturally cup her now naked tits, though
she's sufficiently large breasted than her breasts spill out of his hands,
more than filling them.  For a moment, Edward holds her now naked, feminine
softness, relishing in the warmth and springiness of her breasts flesh.

   Holding her tits while squeezing lightly and kneading them, he looks
into her big amber eyes, submissively attentive to his every whim, and
instructs her, "Stand up and turn around." She slowly pushes herself off
his legs and stands precariously, swaying for a moment on her white high
heels before regaining her balance and composure.  She slowly turns. 
Edward gazes with pleasure at the full roundedness of his nieces' womanly
backside, covered only by the sheer transparent material of her brief white
panties.  Her bra straps hang down her arms, and he can see even as she
stands obediently turned away from him, the swell of her large breasts
jutting on either side of her torso.

   "Now, Ashley, you're to learn how to use your bottom to further
stimulate a penis.  A girl must know how to give a good "lap dance".

   "You'll take your rhythm from the groping and fondling of your naked
breasts.  Now sit on my lap, facing away from me,...that's right, center
your bottom, squirm it so you can feel the penis between your cheeks, good.
Now lean back so we can give your breast a good workout!"

   Ashley sits on her Uncle's lap, and feels the hard erection trapped
between her cheeks, burning hot and wet.  Her bottom cheeks feel like they
welcome and surround the hard penis, which pushes against her panties
delicate material, stretched tight across her full nether cheeks.  The tip
of her Uncle's penis rests on the rear of her naked lower butt cheeks and
the very top of her thigh.  She clenches and shifts her weight on her
bottom experimentally, feeling the shaft of the cock roll between her
cheeks and the tip slide wetly over the naked skin of her bottom just below
the lower hem of her panties.

   Edward grasps Ashley's wrists and pulls her hands down until her palms
rest on the outside of his thighs, pulls her backward so she rests her back
against his chest, then runs his palms slowly up her arms, inward over the
outer swells of her twin mounds, finally coming to rest on her denuded,
defenseless breasts.

   Ashley rests against her Uncle, her back pressed to his chest, her
bottom warmly enveloping his erection between her soft plump cheeks.  Her
large areolas softly accentuate her long, fat, hardened nipples, pointing
upward as if inviting her Uncle's marauding hands, which heft the lower
curve of her naked breasts, then slide up towards her nipples and,
possessively, without regard to her sensitive teats, grasp the nubs
strongly and pull upwards on them causing Ashley to moan, and her back to
arch to follow the breasts stretching away from her chest.

   "Some girls," Edward explains to his moaning niece, as he mandhandles
her breasts, "have low hanging or small little breasts, with poor little
nipples, almost like a boy's."

   "That's a pity and such girls need not be exercised in breastplay as
assiduously, but girls like you, Ashley, with big lush tits," encircling
the base of her breasts with his hand and then squeezing and sliding
outwards along her breasts so they're thrust out plumply and burgeon from
his fingers as they slide down to the crests and pinch down on her fat nips
once more, "and sensitive long nipples which harden and rise to being
tormented," his index finger scratching and flicking the tip of her nipples
as Ashley pants and moans, "respond to being trained strongly on their
breasts and to regulate the movement of their bottoms accordingly, just as
you're wiggling your naught rump delightfully on my cock as your breasts
are worked out.  Isn't that right, little titmouse?  Do you feel a
connection between these plumpers and that wiggling butt or yours?  Answer
me titmouse."

   Ashley feels her Uncle grasp her mounds and squeeze firmly, her nipples
feel like burning stars which heat up as her Uncle tweaks and pinches them
causing her to squirm as she pants and little mewling exhalations escape
her mouth, her bottom, as he's indicated writhing spasmodically back and
forth rubbing and pulling his cock nestled between her backside's cheeks,
as they splay and separate around it while jerking back and forth.

   "Yes, oh....  yes sir, my bottom is dancing to what you're ...oooohhh...
doing to my breasts, ooooo" Edward rapidly flicks his index fingers over
his niece's sensitive nipple tips, and interrogates her, "How does your
bottom feel titmouse?" as he smiles at this new nickname which he decides
he'll use to condition the girl to know when she's to be worked through her
breast-play paces.  Ashley squirms and responds submissively, "I can't keep
my bottom still, you're making it dance on your penis and my panties feel
wet against them from your, your, stickiness..."

   Edward grasps Ashley's nipple and areola in one clenched hand and pulls
her breast up slightly, baring the fat rounded curve below her breast.  His
other hand opens and stiffens, and he flicks it upwards against the exposed
lower curve, smacking her tit crisply.  The breast bounces fluidly upwards
with the impact, then settles back, only to receive a second smart smack.
"Even a good girl like you're being, Ashley," SMACK, SMACK, "needs to be
reminded frequently of proper behavior," SMACK, Edward switches breasts,
releasing the recently smacked one, then grasping its twin and, in turn,
lifting it and subjecting it to the same treatment.  SMACK, SMACK,
"oooohhhh," moans the girl, continuing her writhing, "and a good titty
spanking is an admirable incentive to ensuring," SMACK!  "that you continue
to behave like a good little girl!"

   "Now Ashley, as you pointed out that your bottom is nice and wet, we
should make use of that condition.  Please stand up."

   Ashley manages to clamber off her Uncle's lap, facing away from him, her
shoulders and thighs visibly shaking from her ordeal at his hands.  As she
admitted, her panties are damp with his juices and more than likely her own
as well, and cling to her backside, plunging between her cheeks wetly.

   "Lie down over my knee, Ashley," commands her Uncle, "I think we need a
brief interlude to emphasize your lesson."

   Ashley gingerly leans over her Uncle and he takes her wrist and pulls
her down until she is lying across his lap.  He pulls her up a bit higher
on his legs, ensuring that his cock is warmly nestled against the naked
skin of her lower belly.

   One hand reaches below her and takes hold of her breast.  He squeezes
her hanging boob rhythmically.  His other hand comes down on her dampened
bottom, petting the upthrust hemispheres intimately.

   Suddenly, Ashley feels her Uncle take hold of the top of her panties and
pull them down, over her damp bottom, baring her totally.  He pulls them
down to her knees and gazes fondly down at his niece's naked, damp bottom,
defenseless and uncovered save for the white straps of her garter.  Ashley
feels the cool air caress her naked bottom.  She bleats meekly as her
panties are pulled down, and waits with breath held as her uncle gazes at
her bared bottom.

   Edward observes the paired, white, globes, taunting him plumply to take
his pleasure with them.  The crests of her wide butt cheeks are just a bit
pinker than the pale jouncy edges of her prominences, where the spankings
that Ashley's already received have left their color.  The skin just inside
the deep crevice between her cheeks is whiter than the rouged crests, and
looks temptingly untouched and unpunished, yet is marked by a shiny
encrusting of Edward's secretions, which have coated Ashley's right bottom
cheek and her crack as she danced over his penis lewdly.  Ashley's bottom
sways slightly, tremor running through her soft pliant flesh as she
anticipates what her uncle intends to do to the naked, defenseless feminine
backside Ashley is compelled to present him.

   +++++

   Lying on her Uncle's lap, bare bottomed, trembling and waiting for him
to do whatever he likes to her, Ashley's mind wanders to an incident which
had occurred shortly before she'd been sent to England, before her mother
had remarried.  She tried not to think of it usually.  Her embarrassment
had been such at the time that she'd put the shameful incident out of mind.
She'd blamed the boy, certainly, and that exonerated her to some extent,
but at the same time, she knew deeply though never admittedly even to her
secret self, she'd been as much to blame as he, and more perhaps.  Perhaps
she'd caused it all to happen, just as she seemed unable to stop him though
merely refusing would have been enough, she knew.  Perhaps she'd wanted him
to do what he'd done, and, maybe, she felt, more, wanted him to do much
more than he'd dared.

   Unbidden, she remembered the boy in the class who she had realized weeks
ago had a crush on her, who seemed to always be watching her, except when
she looked his way, would seem to just have turned his head away.  This had
gone on for weeks!  Ashley knew that he was looking at her, and though he
wasn't good looking, she'd felt something about his fascination with her
that means she should pay attention to him, something that called for her
to go be closer to him, as he expected and wanted.

   Every day when she was dressing for school, standing in front of her
mirror in her room, choosing what to wear, instead of thinking about what
the her girlfriends would be wearing and what they'd consider cool as
usual, she kept thinking about the boy who watched her, about what he'd be
seeing.  Ashley almost saw herself through his eyes, the boy watching a hot
young girl, taking in her body and trying to look right through her clothes
to see the form of her shapely young body.

   Sighing, not understanding what was driving her, "he's not that good
looking, what do I care...", she told herself, and yet, she put down the
cool Nirvana t-shirt, and picked up one of her ultra-feminine, lacy, flimsy
gauzy tops.  White spaghetti straps, lace over the bodice, light
translucent cotton with light green leaves across it.  She closed her eyes,
realizing what was next.  She reached behind her back and unclasped the tan
utilitarian bra she was wearing, letting it fall to the ground.  Rummaging
in her drawer she found what she knew she had to wear with this: her white
lace, strapless half-cup French bra.  She'd saved her allowance quite
awhile to be able to buy it.  Turning it upside down and inside-out she
placed the lacey bra against her belly, and clasped it, turned it around
her and flipped it over, tucking her breasts into the supportive cups.

   Ashley pulled the top over her head and down her sides, pulling the
edges down over shoulders and reaching behind to do up the two little
buttons holding it closed.  The outfit was completed by a pair of
shortened, cut-off jeans shorts, and her usual flat sneakers.

   At school that day she'd been painfully aware of the boy watching her.
In study hall, as she leaned forward over her paper, she knew her breasts
were hanging down showing her cleavage.  She had glanced towards him and
seen him openly staring.  He hadn't even tried to pretend he wasn't and she
had blushed and returned to her work bending even deeper towards the paper.

   After school, he had been across the parking lot, near his car, an old
pickup which had seen better days.  Ashley didn't know what drove her, but
she felt that she was expected to go talk to him.  She walked over to the
boy who looked somewhat surprised to see her come over towards him.  She
knew she had to say something, but didn't know what to say until she heard
herself stammer...  "Um...  hi.  I'm Ashley, I...  I was wondering if you
could give me a ride...  I mean home, could you give me a ride home?  I
mean, I don't have a ride and I missed the bus, and as you have a car
and,...." She stopped embarrassed and glanced up at him.  He looked at the
meek girl standing before him and his expression hardened.  Something in
her suppliant attitude made him stretch out taller and feel strong,
otherwise he would never have answered the nymph who had been plaguing his
dreams and every curve of whose body he had spent day after day memorizing
for his nightly masturbatory sessions with a self-confidence foreign to
him, inspired really by the girls' manner.

   "Get in." he stated simple, almost a command.  He was amazed as the girl
seemed to accept it as such.  For the first time, perhaps since he'd
started to be fascinated by Ashley, who all the guys thought was the
sexiest, hottest, little bitch in the school, whose air of innocence and
detachment though threw them off, and who therefore preferred to chase her
more adventuresome girlfriends, he smiled feeling like he was in control!
He'd been fascinated by her incredibly sexy, yet detached, unaware
demeanor, and now, she seemed to be making an effort to make friends.

   He climbed into the pickup truck's cabin, and the girl sat next to him,
buckled in, looking down.  He turned the ignition and the truck fired up.
Lurching forward he drove out of the school and turned towards the park. 
He knew he was heading away from her house, and didn't look at Ashley lest
she reprimand him for taking her in a different direction.

   Ashley looked forward towards the park where she was being driven.  She
felt like she ought to say something about taking her home, but something
inside of her felt pleased, like she didn't want him to head straight for
her house, and deliver her to her normal suburban existence.  She glanced
shyly at the boy driving and when he caught her eye, she smiled, actually
feeling happy and adventurous.

   Soon, the boy turned into a street and down to a dead end, where there
was a turnaround in the trees.  Glancing at her, he pulled to one side of
the road and turned off the engine.  He unbuckled his seat belt, and looked
at Ashley.  She unbuckled hers, and he glanced down at the seat next to
him. Ashley felt like she'd been told to move and looking into his eyes,
she slid over towards him, letting herself up against his side.  She looked
down.  His arm came over and placed itself on her shoulders.  She stiffened
and looked out the window.  She didn't move.  The boy leant towards her,
and placed his mouth close to the curtain of her short brown hair, near her
ear.  Through her hair, he began to lightly graze her ear and cheek with
his lips.  She didn't move, just feeling his lips insistently tracing her
ear, then a soft, wet probing, as his tongue tasted the delicate curls of
her ear and the sweep of her jaw.

   She moaned slightly, and her whimpered sound gave him just the courage
he needed to let his hand drop from her shoulder and trace down her back,
then over her side to lightly come to rest on the side of her breast. 
"uhhmmm," exclaimed Ashley, as he grazed her breast, and suddenly his hand
opened and fastened on her boob, urgently and roughly.

   His hand grasped and squeezed her captive boob, now, and Ashley panted.
He wasn't gentle with her breast, it was one of the few he'd ever touched,
and most times he'd felt like he was a trespasser about to be evicted, but
with Ashley he felt like her breast was his reward for taking the decision
to bring this girl to a deserted, private location, to not ask her, and now
to enjoy his prize.  Something about her made him feel powerful, like he
had only to tell her what to do and she would.

   Taking his arm from around Ashley, he faced her.  Ashley watched him. 
Would he kiss her mouth now, she wondered?  He raised his hand and put it
on the back of her head, grasping her hair.  He then pulled her forward so
she bent over and she felt him undo the two buttons at the back of her top,
then push her back.  She leaned back against the seatback, her top loose
and hanging from her rounded shoulders, the two halves of the back loose
behind her.  She watched his hand come forward to grasp her blouse and pull
it off her.  He gazed at her big tits, supported in their lacey half-cups
of her white bra.  The flesh of her plump breast swelled above temptingly
above the cups.

   She panted in fear and felt her bosoms tightening in anticipation.  She
watched him reach out towards her and dip his head down as his hands
grasped the shallow cups of her bra, and suddenly YANK them down off her
breasts, baring her globes and her big taut nipples.  His mouth opened and
closed on one of her just denuded nipple buds, and started to suckle and
bite her tit urgently.  She stifled a yelp as his teeth worked her
sensitive bud, and his other hand grabbed her breast, pinching the nipple
at its crest between his fingers and pulling.

   Ashley mewled under the boys assault of her titties, as she felt his
tongue vibrate against her hardened nipple, bending it back and forth with
strong wet licks.  "Oooohh", she moaned, and the boy sucked her nipple
strongly, stretching her breast out.  She didn't know what to do with her
hands, and placed them behind her head.

   Ashley leaned back in the seat, pushing her large firm breasts out
towards the boy, her lacey white French bra rucked unceremoniously under
her meaty orbs.  Her nipples stood stern and hard at attention, shining
wetly with the boy's saliva.  He gazed bemusedly at the girl offering her
plump morsels up at him.  Ashley watched the impassive boy, and glanced
down at her beckoning, defenseless boobs, rising and falling with her
excited breath.

   The boy smiled cruelly, and intoned, "You like it, don't you, ...slut!"
The last word was said almost experimentally, but the boy watched the
effect of his words on Ashley.  She trembled slightly, and her eyes became
moist and shiny.  At the same time he watched her pull her elbows further
apart, sticking her bosom out even more towards the boy.  "You like showing
off your fat naked boobies, slut?" His hand reached out and he grabbed one
of Ashley's boobs from below, letting it rest in the palm of his hand and
squeezed it between his thumb and his fingers, cupped along the side of the
girl's jouncy breast, and gave the compliant orb an experimental shake.

   Outside the parked car, the shadows lengthened as the sun descended over
the course of the next hour, during which the boy enjoyed Ashley's breasts
in every way his adolescent fantasy could envision.  Ashley consciousness
narrowed to the sensations that flooded her sensitive, virgin upper torso.
Her nipples, as the boy licked and sucked them incessantly, throbbed and
made her squirm.  Pulling her towards him, the boy dipped the submissive
girl's torso back so he could better feast on her proffered mammaries,
which he nuzzled, feeling the hard nipples rub against his eyelids and
cheek, then guiding them one by one into his mouth and biting down, he felt
his teeth indent and pinch the sensitive girl.  Her body trembled and shook
in response, and Ashley whimpered.  She didn't dare move as the sharp bites
caused pinpricks of pain mingled with pleasure to course down her belly and
settle in the ever increasing moistness between her legs.  Ashley felt the
gusset of her think, white cotton panties grow heavy and wet between her
legs.

   The boy watched the writhing girl responding to his stimulation of her
breasts, and grasped one slick nipple in each hand, tweaking the nubbins
between his thumbs and forefingers.  As he stretched Ashley's malleable
nips out he spoke to her as he would a pet, "Shh...  little slut, push out
your titties so I can give them the licking you need!" His tongue washed
slowly up and down her breasts, tasting the damp sweet perspiration from
her efforts.  As he licked, repeatedly flicking his tongue against the
resilient buds crowning her ripe mounds, his hands cupped her bottom,
sliding under her full cotton panties to enjoy the warm, soft, naked flesh
of her arse as she squirmed under him.  "You can't even keep your ass
still, can you, bitch?" he taunted, "Oh, you're very wet aren't you,
hmmm... wow!" he exclaimed as his hand slid from the lower mounds of her
damp bottom crest and followed Ashley's moistness until he touched the wet
folds between her legs.  His finger slid into Ashley's slippery cunt
simultaneously as his mouth engulfed one breast tip, struggling to cram as
much of her teat into his mouth as he could fit.

   Both the boy's hands were now prodding and pulling Ashley's genitals,
the lower curve of her moistened bottom cradling the urgent fingers which
worked in and out of her virginal tunnel, sliding effortlessly into her
velvety vagina on the copious slickness the girl politely provided her
ravisher.  Ashley moaned loudly as her cunt spasmed repeatedly, the
oblivious boy neither noticing her orgasms as they washed over her, nor
slowing even a moment for her to recover before the intruding digits caused
another and another orgasm to wrack her frame, making her breasts buck and
bounce against his face.

   Finally, the light ebbed and it became cold.  The boy got up and tidied
himself without a word to Ashley.  She embarrassedly pulled herself
together as best she could, pulling on her discarded bra and closing the
delicate, now twisted and rumpled shirt.  Ashley flushed hotly at what
she'd endured and imagined the boy's silence to be an indication of his
disgust at her orgasms and how wet she was.  She never imagined the truth,
that he himself had come three times in his underwear and had wanted to
hide this from her.

   They rode back in silence and he dropped her off without even a
goodnight kiss.  She'd cried herself to sleep that night, though not before
making her self cum again, reliving the hours in the car while using two
fingers to rub her throbbing clit.

   +++++

   "Your bottom is shamefully damp, Ashley," Edward scolds, "It needs to be
smacked dry." One hand continues to plump and knead her breast, the other
palm now cups one of her arse cheeks tenderly and squeezes it softly, his
fingers sinking into her warm tender bottom flesh.  He squeezes the other
cheek in the same way, then slowly lifting his palm up, delivers a crisp
smack to the center of her upturned buttcheeks, encompassing both cheeks at
once, and causing her bottom flesh to compress and jounce.  The cheek
nearest him get singled out next to receive a single SMACK, then the far
one too gets spanked.  "Ever since you came to stay with us, Ashley," he
intones, as his hand sets up a sweeping back and forth of spanks on either
upturned defenseless cheek, "Your naughty bottom has benefited from being
punished frequently." SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK, "Some young ladies, such as
you, seem to require regularly being taken over ones knee and having their
panties pulled down as if they were little girls.  In your case though,
those prominent, jouncy buttocks of yours, so in need of constant attention
and chastisement," the back and forth smacking continues as he speaks, "are
not a little girl's are they, Ashley?  Why, we need only observe, while you
are so conveniently placed bottom up and spanked, what lies between those
dancing reddened cheeks.  Open your legs Ashley.  The girls receives
encouragement to do as her punisher instructs by receiving two stinging
spanks to her thighs.  Ashley open her legs, stretching the panties at her
thighs taut and revealing, between her legs, her slick, moist, hairless,
pouting genital lips, puffy and pouting from having her body manhandled.

   "No," says her Uncle, as he deliver another pair of spanks to the inside
lower portion of her spread cheeks newly made available by her spread legs,
"this wet, squirming slit is that of a naughty young lady, responding as
such to her well-deserved punishment." His hand dips between her spread
thighs, and Edward grips Ashley's rear pouting lips and rubs his thumb back
and forth along her exposed cunt lips, letting it slide between her lips
and test her slipperiness.

   "Soon, titmouse," intones Edward, tweaking Ashley's nipple bud hard as
he pronounces his nickname for her, "these soft, pink, pussy lips of yours
which seem to enjoy being pushed open by my fingers, will get a chance to
do their work to delight penises, as they are so evidently suited to doing.
You'll like that won't you Ashley, a big, wet dick pushing into your cunt,
stretching you wide?

   Ashley whimpers as Edward plays freely with the lips of her cunt,
pulling them open to observe the pale reddened interior of her vagina, and
wiping her wetness over her rubbery pudendum.

   "For today though, Ashley, we will be training, as I mentioned prior,
your mouth.  Now a willful young girl like you may think that it is a
simple and natural matter to take a cock in her mouth and manhandle it
inexpertly.  I will disabuse you of this notion," Edward continues, his
fingers now stroking and soothing his submissive charge's pale thighs,
calming her for the next stage of her ordeal.

   A smile plays on Edward's face as he strokes the bare bottomed girl
across his lap and describes some of what he has in store for her.

   "You will be trained in the proper techniques of becoming and expert
fellatrix, Ashley, how to start the stimulation of the penis slowly, using
the softest, broad tongued strokes, and how to slowly take the entire
length of a cock into your mouth, without gagging or jarring it against
your teeth or your cheeks.

   "But now, enough theory, girl!  Stand up!" A smart spank to one of her
bare bottom cheeks causes Ashley to scramble to her feet awkwardly, her
bared breasts swinging under her as she rises precariously on her high
heels.  She stands before her Uncle obediently, brassiere pulled down off
her tits, delicate white panties bunched at her thighs and her well
manipulated shaved pussy in plain view.

   Edward stands as well, and turning his back to the ravishing and
helpless young girl, walks over to the drinks cart, taking time to relax
and compose himself for this next part of the evening.  He pours himself a
measure of Scotch, turns to contemplate the lovely girl in his power and
sips it contemplatively.  Ambling over to Ashley, he proffers the glass. 
Ashley, gratefully tips the warm, golden contents into her mouth and
glances at her Uncle, shy and apprehensive.

   Edward takes the glass from the girl and walks over to the drinks cart.
He walks over to the bell on the wall and depresses the button.  Ashley can
hear a chime in another room.  She hears a doorhandle turn, the door to the
room opens and Clyve, the butler, walks in.  His gaze travels coldly over
the naked torso of the girl on display, and he turns to Edward awaiting
instructions.

   "Ah, Clyve, so good of you to come.  I'll be needing some assistance
with my niece, who is about to undergo her first lesson in cocksucking.  As
usual, the right combination of pain and pleasure will be key to her
picking up the correct habits of fellatio, and I will require your
assistance in providing these stimuli.

   "Ashley, please pull the ottoman over close to the armchair.  It will
provide the ideal first position for you.

   The men watched the girl struggle with the heavy ottoman, pushing it in
front of the armchair her uncle had just vacated.  "Not only is it heavy,"
Ashley though to herself as she pushed it over, "but my panties at
mid-thigh make it even more difficult to push." The men watched with
amusement as the girl strained, legs splayed and breasts swinging, to
reposition the furniture, assisting the men in her own debasement.

   "Clyve," intoned Edward, "I would say the pinky vibe, some lubricant and
a ruler are in order." As Clyve walked to the chest of drawers and started
his preparations, Edward ordered Ashley to position herself facing the
armchair, with the ottoman in front of her white-clad shins.  Edward strode
over towards his niece and grasping her mane of hair gently pulled her
forward towards the ottoman.  "Right over, girl!" he ordered her, "I want
your bottom up and your chest supported by the cushion in front of you. 
You will need to raise your head so I can train your mouth!"

   Ashley leaned over the soft cushion, her full bottom spreading as she
bent, and lowered her chest to it.  Her knees were on the floor behind the
cushion, her belly on it, supporting her torso.  She felt her defenseless
backside sticking back towards where she heard Clyve making ominous
preparations.

   Seating himself in the deep armchair, Edward was perfectly positioned.
Ashley's pouty lipped mouth lay in his lap.  He pushed aside the silk robe,
and his wide-knobbed penis sprang up right in front of the girls' eyes and
twitched in front of her of its own accord.  "Take hold of the penis with
both hands!" Edward ordered.  Ashley reached out and placed her long nailed
fingers delicately against the make member before her.  "Hold the member
between your fingers, as in prayer, girl!" Edward ordered.

   As Ashley held the velvety textured cock in her hands right before her
angelic face, meekly awaiting instructions, she was suddenly startled
Clyve's hand brazenly separating the twin mounds of her bottom.  She yelped
as she felt a cold, gelatinous material dropped on her exposed anus.  The
cold was followed immediately by a pressure against her sphincter, which
resisted only momentarily indenting itself before yielding and opening, to
envelop a smooth hard object.  Ashley panted fightenedly and mewed under
the anal assault, but her obedient backside gently accommodated the object
violating her arse.  A tear sprang to her eye, and at the same time she
heard a soft buzz commence, she felt the dildo in her bottom vibrate and
shiver, adding to the initial pain and discomfort a warm, pleasant,
suffusing sensation of stimulation in her asshole.

   "While you, little one, attend to your sucking lessons diligently,
learning how to pleasure the penis with your tongue and lips, Clyve will
ensure that you have the appropriate incentive and correction to improve.
For the moment, dearest little niece, your yielding bottom is welcoming
only the narrow end of a vibrating simulacrum of a penis, which Clyve can
easily push further into you, and as the dildo gets quite a bit thicker the
further he pushes into your backside, he will be able to provide the
appropriate correction.  In addition to which he has a ruler, with which to
motivate you should your concentration flag or the pace of your cocksucking
need adjustment.  Now, open your legs so Clyve can demonstrate his efficacy
with the instrument.

   A frightened Ashley shifted her knees to open herself wide, the lacy
white panties at mid-thigh indenting the outside of her legs as they
stretched taught between her splayed thighs.  Clyve gazed down at the
girl's up-thrust, rounded bottom, the smooth plump slit between her legs,
framed by her feminine thighs, The slash of the straps holding up her
stockings bit slightly into the soft curve of each buttock.

   Ashley, grunted as she simultaneously felt Clyve push the intrusion in
her bottom deeper, causing, just as her Uncle had threatened, her anus to
resist its forceful widening, and the sting of the ruler smacking the
juncture of her inner thighs and bottom.  The dildo retreated slightly,
easing the pressure against her rear entry.

   "And now," Ashley, ordered her Uncle, "let your mouth hang open and
stick out your tongue, soft and flattened, for your first of many tastes of
the penis.  Ashley obeyed, letting her mouth open slackly and thrusting her
tongue out, trying to relax and broaden it, watching intently as her Uncle
slowly let his large glans contact it.  Ashley tasted a combination of
sweet stickiness, combined with a of touch of saltiness as the very tip of
her Uncle's penis rested against her obedient tongue.

   "Wrap your fingers around the shaft of the penis, and ever so slowly,
let them glide up and down the shaft, and at the same time very slowly lick
the underside of the cockhead.  That's right, girl!  Very good for a
beginning cocksucker."

   Ashley felt the vibrator in her bottom speed up, its humming
communicating itself directly to her splayed open genitals.  She observed
her fingers reverently and obediently moving up and down the cock in front
of her as her tongue rubbed against the lower part of the cockhead.  She
continued as she had been instructed, feeling immensely naughty but excited
at handling a man's genitals so intimately.  Her tongue explored the plush
cockhead before her, running over the lower ridge, then licking slowly up
the smooth sides of the turgid member's tip.  She continued in this way for
several minutes, becoming bolder and letting her flattened tongue venture
up the sides of the cockhead, exploring the top of the plush helmet.  As
she licked, she felt her own saliva mix with moisture that leaked from the
tip of her Uncle's delighted penis.  Her mouth glistened with the frothy
combination of her own spit and her Uncle's pre-cum.  Ashley closed her
eyes and let them roll back as she savored the wet, slick feeling on her
lips, tongue and cheek.

   "Very good, my young cocksucking niece, now let us exercise your mouth a
little differently," said Edward, shifting forward in his chair.  One hand
collected Ashley's chestnut mane of hair into a sheaf, pulling tightly to
control her head.  Ashley felt her Uncle shift position, but did not slow
her ministrations to his member.  Suddenly though, she felt him hold her
head steady and pull her mouth down towards him.  At the same time, Edward
slowly pushed his penis past the tip of her tongue and let it slide slowly
into her mouth.  Ashley tried to relax her mouth, opening it to accommodate
the new penetration, but soon her mouth felt full and her lips stretched.
Edward's cock continue its slow penetration of her mouth, and she began to
attempt to pull back.  The wide tip pushed past the back the of Ashley's
now struggling tongue and Ashley began to gag.

   "Take it!  Take it deep, Ashley!" ordered her Uncle, letting his cock
slide back and forth slowly only the merest small distance, causing Ashley
to gag each time he pushed, going a bit deeper on every excruciating
thrust. As Ashley gagged on the penis pushing into her throat, she suddenly
felt a burning pain in her asshole, as the butler pushed the dildo deeper
into the gagging girl's defenseless bottom.  At the very same instance, the
hot sting of the ruler burned on one of her thighs.  Under this assault to
her throat, anus and tender thighs, Ashley, mewled plaintively, the cock
deep in her mouth muffling her effectively.  Tears came to her eyes and her
Uncle watched their lovely sheen make her big, delicate eyes, glisten.  He
slowly pulled his cock back out of the depths of her mouth, until only the
large head distended Ashley's lips.  "Lick softly!" He ordered.  Ashley
obeyed instantly, letting her tongue wash over the cockhead between her
lips, grateful of the shallow presence.

   "Towel." Intoned Edward, and Clyve handed him a plush blue square of
toweling.  Edward spoke to Ashley, "wipe off the penis, Ashley." She felt
the dildo retreat slightly in her ass, and her anus settle comfortably
around the narrower intrusion.  She took the small towel and dabbed at the
glistening wetness of her Uncle's cock as he withdrew from her mouth
altogether.  If anything, she observed as she wiped the copious glistening
wetness from it, her Uncle's cock seemed to have grown.  The vein on the
underside of it bulged thickly.

   "And again," Edward intoned, as once again presented his cock to the
ministrations and laving of Ashley's out-thrust tongue tip.  This time, her
licking session became messier, as Edward let his plump cockhead roam over
her youthful cheeks and chin, bedewing her with a glistening combination of
their juices.  As he moved his cockhead over her face, her tongue attempted
to follow it, swiping velvetly over his cock whenever she could catch it.
Her hand on the shaft increased the pace of stroking his shaft as her
urgency seemed to grow.

   She felt him shift forward and knew what was to come, as the penis again
slid home into her mouth, pushing into her roughly.  The accompanying
stretching of her anus by Clyve was almost a welcome distraction from the
panic Ashley felt as her Uncle sank again into the back of her mouth.  He
held her head firmly, pressing her down onto his rampant member as Ashley
gagged repeatedly.  Finally, he withdrew slowly, watching Ashley's tear
covered face delightedly.

   "Now, that you've had your first lesson in 'soft licking' and a first
opening of your throat, let's change our positions for the second lesson.
Roll over on your back, Ashley, and bring your legs up to your chest.  Make
sure that you don't release Clyve's toy or he will have to show you how
disappointed he is.

   Awkwardly, Ashley twisted onto her back, keeping her legs well open and
one leg bent so her knee touched her chest, in order to not dislodge the
dildo in her bottom.  She lay on her back on the ottoman, looking up at her
Uncle's cock above her, her legs wide open, her cunt on display and the
dildo still lodged in her ass.

   Edward pushed a small pillow under her head, turned her face slightly
and angled his cock towards her mouth from beside and above her.  "Now for
this part of your cocksucking lesson, girl, put you hand around the shaft
of the penis and move it back and forth in long strokes.  Ashley grabbed
the member swinging above her face and began masturbating it as she had
been instructed.  The tip once again dipped down finding its way into
Ashley's mouth, where her Uncle began pumping himself in and out.  Once
he'd established a rhythm that pleased him, and adjusted the tempo of
Ashley's strokes, he reached down and grabbed one of her plump breasts and
began squeezing it in time with Ashley's sucking.

   Ashley's eyes are closed and her head bobs slowly back and forth,
feeling her Uncle's penis slide slickly into her mouth, then glide back.  A
trail of frothy saliva and her Uncle's fluids leaks from her as she sucks.
She obeys her Uncle's instructions to concentrate on the feeling of the
cock she ministering to, to pay attention to its jerking and stiffening and
intuit the exact and changing rhythms she must use to accommodate its
needs. Her bottom vibrates plumply all the while to the thrum of Clyve's
dildo in her arse, and her boobs and pussy are manhandled by the man whose
penis she suckles.

   Ashley's laves her tongue over her Uncle's knob repeatedly, her eyes
half shut and rolled backwards as she feels her mouth becomes an instrument
of pleasure, her gentle sucks repeatedly drawing a smooth trickle of
pre-cum which slides down her throat.  She feels the slick lubrication run
into her and laps at it thirstily.  Her attention jumps back and forth
between the cock she is avidly sucking and the sensations of her asshole
being pushed open and stimulated by the vibrator.  Suddenly another
sensation adds itself to her awareness, as an expert hand runs over the
small little triangle of hair over her pudendum, and then cups her smooth
shaven, prominent little cunt, a finger bisecting her pussy.  The hand
begins petting and exploring her cunt, as a wide-legged Ashley moans and
pushed her face down further onto the big cock.  Fingers spread her lips
and flick over the soft folds covering Ashley's clitoris, pulling open her
cunt to show her pink vagina, which pulses visibly, spasming open and
closed.

   Clyve unhurried and expert probing of the girl's genitalia is thorough.
Her clitoris is robbed of any protection, as Clyve pulls back the wringled
little hood, baring the small pink nubbin, which a pair of rough digits
pluck at and rub.  Each scratchy stroke of her most sensitive bud causes
Ashley's hips to buck towards her tormentor.  Her bottom clenches and
thrusts upward toward the hand on her pussy, and the vibrator in her ass
jostles as the girl writhes.

   Clyve's fingers release the clitoris, and the moist folds of her
clitoral hood embraces it again, but the reddened, throbbing clit is now
too prominent to be covered, as if refusing to return from being out to
play.  The same two fingers are joined by a third which trace down her
split lips and roughly push into her vagina, which broadens and swells to
receive the intruding hand.

   "Unnggg..." Ashley mewls, her tongue lashing the throbbing cock in her
mouth, as she feels the fingers enter her and Clyve simultaneously pushes
the dildo another inch into her bottom.  His fingers pulse in and out of
her moistly, bringing up her moist, velvety secretions which coat her
spread open cunt lips and the juncture of her lower bottom cheeks.

   Clyve's fingers retreat and again splay the front of her pussy open. 
The pads of his index finger flicks her helpless clitoris repeatedly,
punishing it for its brazen craning upward.

   This continues, Edward occasionally taking the initiative and pushing
his swollen member deeper into the girl's mouth, holding it to the back of
her throat as she gags.  At one point Ashley meekly attempts to push back
on her Uncle's belly to dislodge the hard cock from the very back of her
mouth, but he wrists are grabbed in one of his hands and pinned over her
head, and he roughly bucks his hips back and forth driving the tip of his
penis back and forth against her throat.  She can do nothing to prevent it
and her head bobs helplessly.

   Edward observes the state of his niece's excitement, and nods at Clyve.
The manservant turns a knob at the base of the dildo to double the
vibrations, and grabs Ashley's blood flushed little clitoris between thumb
and forefinger and begins a vigorous rubbing.

   As Ashley is inexorably drawn towards an orgasm, Edward talks to her,
imprinting this moment and its sensations on the girl:

   "Feel that fat cock pushing deep into your throat, little one; that's
it, you feel it push down into you.  See how your butt is shaking with
another cock buried in it, pushing into you, like they're trying to meet,
balls deep against your pixie face and nestled between the soft plump,
well-spanked cheeks of you naughty bottom."

   "Ahhh...Ahh...Unggg..." Ashley's cunt begins deep, strong spasms, in
time to Clyve's tugs on her clit, and the girl cannot contain her
exclamations or her writhing, her boobs and bottom trembling and shaking as
wave after wave of warm, wet, orgasms wrack her frame.

   Edward maintains his position, his cock buried in the girl's mouth until
the spasms die out, then slowly draws out of her mouth.

   He allows a moment for Ashley to slowly recover.  She opens her eyes and
blushes ashamedly, glancing quickly at her Uncle then away.  She doesn't
even dare look towards the servant whose hand is now absentmindedly petting
her quieting genitalia, as if stroking a tame cat.  "And now, Ashley,"
commands her Uncle, "on your knees before me, in the culmination and reward
an accomplished cocksucker strives for.  Clyve's dildo is withdrawn from
inside her, and the disheveled, slick faced girl stands shakily, only to
follow her Uncle's instruction and kneel before him.  Rising on her knees,
panties pulled down and breasts bared, she gazes hypnotized at the cock she
has been adoringly suckling for what she thinks must have been an hour.

   "You will, in time be taught to improve your sucking, but now I think
you need your reward.  As I mentioned before, good little apprentice
cocksuckers like you are rewarded by good feeding of sperm.  You will
swallow obediently, but not until I say you may.

   Looking intently into his submissive niece's eyes, Edward stands above
her and places the head of his cock against her lips.  They part, and
Edward lets only the tip of his glans enter Ashley's mouth.  "You are to
lick the underside of the penis vigorously but slowly Ashley and continue
to do so until I tell you to stop.  You may not swallow until told to."

   Her tongue swipes flicking over the cockhead partly buried in her mouth,
and after a few minutes, she feels it stiffen against her lips.  She
maintains the same steady sucking and lapping, even as her mouth receives a
flood of thick, viscous emissions, which coat her tongue and teeth, then
fill her mouth and begin to stream from the sides of her mouth, in a
bubbly, pearl cascade which drips down her cheek and chin.  Sperm hangs and
drips from her cheek, plopping stickily onto her receiving breasts.  She
blinks back tears as she feels herself submissively being bathed by her
Uncle's gushing of ejaculate.

   Lost in the rapture of coming copiously into his lovely niece's face,
Edward watches his jism flow out of the meek girl's lips, collect on her
delicate rounded chin for a moment, stretching in a long drip until gobs of
his spunk break off and plop drip down her luscious body.  "Swallow!" he
commands, his cockhead still held between her lips, and he watches the
girl's throat obediently open to let the cascade of his sperm into her
throat.  Her nacre throat pulses as she swallows the warm emissions.  Her
prominent, heaving breasts are each decorated with small shiny puddlings of
sperm, and Edward reaches forward to heft one breast and position it to
receive another falling portion, maneuvering it so that her large, reddened
nipple is anointed.

   "Now, pet," intones Edward, "It is proper for a good cocksucker to
finish off by licking the penis and making sure it is left clean and
fresh!" Ashley is amazed at how much come she has had to swallow, and
finishes a series of small swallows to try to get the sticky fluid all down
her throat.  She already feels the hot spunk cooling and setting quickly on
her face and chest.  Nuzzling her Uncle's quickly detumescing member, her
tongue daintily swabs the softening flesh, dissolving the crusting fluids
on it.

   As she licks, her Uncle pets her head and intones, "Not at all bad,
little one, I do think with appropriate practice you will make a credible
fellatrix.  Now stand up, give me a hug and thank me properly for you
lesson!  Then go with Clyve who will help you get cleaned up."

   Ashley slowly pulls herself to her feet, balancing precariously on her
high-heels after so much time spent supine.  She puts her arms around her
Uncle and brings her head to his chest.  Her bare breasts mash against his
as he reaches around her and places one hand on her back and one hand on
her bare bottom, caressing the soft flesh distractedly.

   "Thank you, Uncle Edward, for teaching me to...  to suck you ... 
properly...." Her bottom receives a strong squeeze egging her on,
"and...for filling my mouth with your sperm and making me drink it!" The
latter rushes out of her, wanting to please her Uncle and put an end to her
confusing ordeal.

   Edward smiles down at his niece, pats her bum just a bit roughly, and
smiles.  "Go now, get cleaned up!" He watches as she turns and follows
Clyve out the door.  Amusedly, he observes how she does not even stop to
pull her panties back on, but walks out, her naked bottom wiggling with her
steps.  "Yes," he thinks, "she is becoming well trained indeed."