Some times Secrets get Out...pt3


Now came the moment of truth for me. I looked up at him. Looking up at him made
me feel so weak and submissive, and those are feelings that I love experiencing.
They make me feel so womanly. I opened my mouth, and pressed my lips against the
head of his cock., all the while looking up at him. I could see the pleasure
register on his face, as I felt the big head of his cock slide slowly over my
lips, and pop into my mouth.

I saw more than his pleasure though. I saw his look of male superiority that
passed through his eyes, as he looked down at me, and I saw his sheer male lust.
I had never seen a man's lust for me before, and I liked it. It thrilled me to be
the source of such emotions for him.

I slowly and lovingly sucked his cock, as I moved my head slowly towards his
body. I felt the big muscle move ever so slowly across my lips, slide on my
tongue, and fill my cheeks, making them puff out. I wished that there was a
camera set up to record what I was doing. Maybe he'd take pictures some other
time. I was sure now, that this was not the last time that this cock was going to
be inside of my mouth.

I locked my lips lightly around his shaft, and slowly drew my head back, till
just the head of his cock was still inside of my mouth. I let it out of my mouth.
I gently fondled his erection, paying special attention to that sensitive area
under the head of his cock with my thumb. He looked so big and muscular from
where I was seeing him from.

"Well, Jonathan, do you believe me now, when I tell you that I like sucking a man
who makes me like him, just like a real woman likes sucking her man?"

"I can not deny that Princess. But you better do something quick. You got me so
horny that I'm going to cum all over your face if you don't put me back in your
mouth, real soon."

"Ummm... I might like that, I think, but I will take care of you, now, Jonathan.
Maybe next time, I will make you cum all over my face for me."

I put then end of his cock back inside of my mouth, and once again, I slowly
filled my mouth with it. I loved the way that it felt as I made it move across my
lips. I loved the way it felt as it throbbed on my tongue. I liked the way my
mouth felt so full, bulging out my cheeks.

My mouth was not big enough to take more than three inches of him inside of me,
but I could tell from his spasms and his groanings that it was more than enough
for him. Alexander was really getting his rocks off.

I moved my head back again, till just the head of his cock was inside of my
mouth. I reached up with my right hand, and placed my thumb on that super
sensitive spot, right under the head of his cock, and gently squeezed. I started
to caress him there.

It was enough. I heard him let out a loud moan, and he coaxed me verbally, to
make him cum in my mouth.

I wanted to feel him cumming in my mouth. I did what he asked me to do. I
squeezed him tighter and I felt the first big glob of thick salty cream hit the
roof of my mouth with surprising force, and I felt it fall onto my tongue, as the
second jet of his cum hit me. Almost immediately I tasted the sweet saltiness of
his cum. I milked him like that, keeping all of the cum in my mouth, till he
nearly collapsed.

He had to sit down, and I kept him in my mouth even while he was sitting, and I
kept him there, till I felt him start to go soft in my mouth.

When I felt that he was completely drained, I took his cock out of my mouth,
licking him clean as I did so. Then I sat back on my heels and smiled at him. I
knew that I had a pleased grin on my face. I was ecstatic, to smile up at the man
whose cock I had just sucked.

"Did... Did you swallow it, honey?"

I opened my mouth to show him the big load of his cream that I had milked out of
him. being careful not to spill any, I liked the way the thick substance rolled
around on my tongue. I liked the salty taste of it to. I asked him if he wanted
me to swallow it.

"Every man's ego is stroked when his lady love swallows his sperm, honey."

I smiled at him, and I swallowed the thick salty cum. I had liked the feel of it
in my mouth. I liked the taste of him. I liked knowing that like any other girl,
I now had a man's cum in my belly. I opened my mouth to show him that I had
swallowed it all.

He sat forward, his elbows resting on his naked knees.

"Princess, I will never pretend to ever understand what drives you to do these things
that no normal guy would even want some one to even think that he'd do them, let
alone actually do them. But, I got to admit, you are one of the foxiest chicks I
have ever met. I can't believe how you can get me cranked up like you do. Hell,
some real women can't have the same effect on me that you have. So, I guess that
you had better get used to dressing up real pretty for me, and of spending a lot
of time on your knees, because you are one hot little piece of ass, Miss
Franklin."

I did not know what to say. I rose to my feet, and I sat beside him. In a moment,
his arms were squeezing me very tightly as he once again rammed his tongue into
my mouth. I yielded, willingly, submissively. This was a man who knew how to take
charge with a woman, and I really liked that. Only one of my previous boy friends
had ever done that, but he had not let me suck his cock for him. Jonathan was my
kind of man, I was pretty sure. I idly wondered what it would be like to become
his wife.

He held me like that, kissing me deeply for many long minutes. I lay back and
revelled in being the lovee. I loved it when the lover was making love to his
lovee, the lovee being me. I could not stop myself from reaching over though, and
taking his limp cock in my hand.

I began to slowly masturbate him again till he started to get semi hard again. I
wanted to suck him some more. I was kind of surprised at just how strong my
desire to suck him again was. I wanted to feel his cock inside of my mouth again.
I really wanted to make love to him, by sucking his cock again, for him. But
Jonathan had a different idea.

"Honey, I want you to come upstairs with me." He took my hand and led me up the
stairs. He led me into a beautifully appointed, but very obviously a very
feminine girl's bed room. My mind swooned as I looked around, and I wished that I
had been the girl who had grown up in such a room.

Alexander seemed to sense how I was feeling, and he led me over to the canopied
bed. I wondered who she had been, and if she had liked her room as much as I was
liking it. I would have given anything to have been able to spend my childhood
years in such a pretty place.

"Honey, this was my daughter's room. It is just exactly the way it was when she
left me. She would have been eighteen, if she had lived three more days. I... I
think that you are just about the same size that she was, so...What I want to
know is, how would you feel about it if I asked you to sometimes wear some of her
clothes, for me?"

"Oh, Alexander, I would love that. Don't you remember? In the one story that I
wrote, in 'The Sixties Girl", I talked about my date with the older man, Jimmy?
Jimmy let me wear all of his daughter's clothes, and took pictures of me in
them. It made me feel wonderful, to be standing there, wearing a dress that he
had last seen on his own daughter. I can't look like a seventeen year old, but I
would love to wear her clothes, if... If they will fit me, and if... If you will
promise to act like my daddy when I do wear them?"

"Don't you worry about that Princess. And to prove it, the very first time that I
see you in one of Amanda's dresses, I will turn you over my knee, and tan your
pantied bum for you. Would you like that?"

"I... Uhhh... I don't know if I would like it. I have never been spanked when I
was a female. In all honesty though, I think that I probably would l like it. If
I don't like it, will you stop spanking me, when I ask you to?"

Debi is taught how to behave with respect to a man.   She likes it when her man
spanks her.

"No Princess, I would not stop it, just because you did not like it. A spanking
is for punishment. A spanking is not supposed to be enjoyed. But, I would really
like it if you would come over and spend a couple of days here some time. You
could use this room, and everything that is in it, but of course I would expect
you to sleep in my bed. Is there a problem with that?"

"No sir. I... I would like to do that some time. I... I have always wanted a
strong man to treat me like I was his daughter."

"Good girl. I am glad to hear that. Now pretty lady, you have been wonderful to
me. I ain't no fairy cock sucker like you are, no offence intended, but that is
what you are, and I ain't one like you, but I do want to pleasure you. What I
want you to do is to lay back on Amanda's bed, and do nothing else except look
pretty for me."

I lay on the bed, looking up at the canopy, wishing that I could live in this
room for the rest of my life. I could not see what Alexander was doing, but he
returned to the bed and he had a very pretty pink and white lace satin camisole
in his hand.

He leaned over and kissed me ever so tenderly and lightly on the lips. Then he
changed his mind, and lay on the bed beside me. I lay there, feeling very small,
and very feminine beside him. Then he rolled up on top of me, and spent a long
time kissing my face.

I loved it. I loved how it felt to have this man's weight laying on top of me. I
lay there hoping it would go on and on for a very long time. With my fingers, I
encouraged him by playing with the short hair on the back of his neck. With my
mouth, I egged him on, but chewing at his lips and sucking on his tongue.

The ever present erection in my panties was driving me crazy, as his weight
pressed down on it. His weight was grinding the intimate girl material of my
panties into my only few inches of boy hood. I could feel that he had another
hard on to. That really flattered me. I bucked up into him crotch, trying to
drive him crazy for me.

When he had his fill of kissing me, he got off the bed, and he removed his shirt.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed and removed his socks. As he was doing so, I
reached around to his front, to caress his cock. He turned around and gazed at me
for a long minute, with an expression of, amazement on his face.

"I still can not believe how much you seem to like playing with my cock, young
lady. You seem to like cock as much as real girls do... But... You can bet your
pretty little ass, that I sure am glad that you do like it."

I smiled up at him. He was right. I liked feeling the way a girl does, when it
comes to being dressed up pretty, and having a girl's freedom to enjoy the feel
of a man's hard throbbing cock in her hand. I was very happy. I could say
nothing. I just continued to stroke him to let him know that I liked what he had
for me.

Alexander then he turned sideways, and he worked my skirt up so that it was piled
up on my tummy. He gently caressed the front of my panties for a few minutes,
which almost drove me crazy with pent up excitement. Then he got up on the bed,
on his hands and knees. He sidled backwards, till his head was right over the
front of my panties, and his big cock was pressing gently but quite firmly
against my lips. I did not need an engraved invitation. I just assumed that his
cock was mine for the sucking, should I wish to suck it.

I began kissing all over the head of his cock, then I proceeded to licking his
cock, and then took the head of it into my mouth. I could not suck a lot of it
into my mouth because his thighs were so long that his midriff was quite high up
in the air, but I was able to get a good two or three inches into me, and I
sucked on it, licking it for him. I hoped that he would last longer this time,
because I loved sucking it and I wanted to suck it for as long a time as I could.

I could feel Alexander, as he lowered my panties. I felt the cool air on my nearly
hairless cockette. Then I felt him wrap the camisole that he had brought from the
drawers, around it, and he began to gently masturbate me. I knew that given the
kind of masculine image that he had of himself, that this was a real sacrifice
for him to do this for me, just to pleasure me. I responded by wrapping my arms
around his waist, and pulling myself up, so that I could get more of his cock
into my mouth.

I could not stop moaning or writhing about, and I knew that I was going to cum
any second. He was grasping me very tightly, grinding the girl's under wear
material into my cockette, and it was very exciting for me. I felt him stiffen
just before he started to fill my mouth again, and it made me explode into his
hand.

He milked me as I sucked him dry once more. After a too brief an orgasm, I was
totally drained. I felt totally drained and for the first time in my life, truly
emotionally satisfied. A man had made love to me, like I was his woman. I was
amazed at the intensity of the emotion that settled into me. It was wonderful. I
was at long last, a woman in a man's eyes. All I wanted to do was to snuggle up
to him and have him hug me and kiss me some more.

I let go of my grasp around his waist, and sank back down into the bed. I felt
his cock leak one more drip onto my lips, and I licked it off. Alexander got off
the bed, then lay down beside me. He left the camisole wrapped around my
cockette. He took me into his arms, and passively, I accepted his loving embrace.
I loved the way this man was treating me, and I would do anything that he asked
me to do. Hungrily, I sucked his tongue back into my mouth. I felt so womanly,
and so loved. He kissed me like that for a long time before he started to speak
to me again.

"So, young lady, what do you think? You think you can be a pretty girl friend for
an old codger like me?"

I turned to him, and craned my neck up so that I could kiss his lips.

"Alexander, I did not know what to think when you first called, but I had to admit
that I am glad that you called me. I have really enjoyed myself today. You are a
man that knows how to make a lady feel like she is a foxy lady, if you know what
I mean?"

"Well, I feel about the same way about you, Debi. Now honey, why don't you get
yourself cleaned up, and wash out that lingerie that you soiled, and meet down
stairs in the kitchen, eh?"

I kissed him again, as he got off the bed and picked up his shirt and socks, and
headed for what I assumed was his own bed room. I looked at his naked form, and I
was glad that he was no dog. Most women I think, would like to catch a man like
Alexander. Fortunately for me, I am the one who got him. I watched the muscles
ripple in his back as he walked, and I knew that he was strong enough to do
anything that he chose to do with me, and there would be absolutely nothing that
I could do about it. I had no strength in comparison to this man who had just
taken a controlling interest in my life.

I smiled to myself, because I liked knowing what was happening to me with this
man. He was the kind of man I had always tried to stay away from, but I knew that
I could easily fall in love with such a dominant and masculine man. His maleness
brought out my feminine bent of character. His maleness intimidated me, a
constant reminder of my own inadequacy as a male, and I loved every second of it.

Chapter Three

I went into the bath room that was off my new bed room, and took a nice hot
shower, being careful not to wet my hair, as I did not want to spend time on it
right then. I also did not want to redo my makeup either, so I was very careful
to not get my face wet either. I had left my clothes on the bed, intending to put
them back on again after the shower.

But as I walked back into the room, being naked in such a femininely appointed
room, made me feel very vulnerable, and I also felt some how connected to the
girl who had grown up in this room. Suddenly her father's words about how he
would like for me to wear some of her clothes some time popped back into my mind.
I had not intended to put any of Amanda's clothes on, but I did feel very sexy
about the idea of being expected to wear some of her clothes in the future. I
figured that it could not hurt to spend a few minutes looking at what she had,
after all.

I was giddy and excited as I walked over to the nearest bureau and I spent a good
ten minutes sorting through the neatly piled assortment of pastel coloured
lingerie that was in her drawers. It was obvious that Alexander had bought his
daughter only the finest of lingeries. I wondered how I would feel about getting
into the pants of the dead girl, literally.

With some of my curiosity satisfied, I then I went over to the sliding doors of
the closet. It had a very big mirror on one of the sliding doors. My little
apparatus was hidden neatly behind the towel that I was still wearing. And I was
pleased to see that I looked every inch a female. I even started to get hard
again, thinking about being in this girl's room, and having experienced such
intimacy with her father.

I slid the door back, and gazed into the veritable cornucopia of pastel colours,
of her dresses and skirts. They were beautiful. The closet still had that lovely
delicate scent that so often seems to always be in young ladies closets. There
was also a very neat row of about two dozen pairs of shoes and winter boots and
girl's coloured sneakers all arranged neatly on the floor.

But my eye fell on a bright blue blazer. It struck me that it looked like it
might be a part of a uniform, for some reason. I pushed the clothes in front of
it back a few inches, and pulled the hanger with the blazer on it out of the
closet.

I caught my breath. It looked like... Yes, it was. It was an actual uniform, a
school girl's uniform. I could hardly believe my good fortune. I'd often ogled
pictures of boy's and girls, in Catholic girl's School uniforms, and now I
actually had one in my hands. I could not muster the discipline to put it back
into the closet. Alexander's words about how he was going to turn me over his knee
and spank me the first time that he sees me in Amanda's clothes came back, but
the desire to try on Amanda's uniform was too strong. I melted inside. I could
not resist my urge to try on the pretty outfit.

I shrugged my shoulders, realising that if he did spank me, at least I would find
out about if I liked being spanked or not. I carried the uniform over to the bed,
and slowly removed the uniform from the hanger. There was a kilt like skirt in a
dark plaid, mostly of shades of blues. The skirt was quite heavy, and it had a
very large silver safety pin in the front of it.

There was also a white silk blouse, with a ruffle at the wrist length cuffs, and
the blouse actually buttoned up the back. There was a blue bow tie that clipped
onto the rounded lace trimmed collar of the blouse. It was not anything like a
boy's bow tie though. The bows were quite a bit bigger than a boy's bow tie, and
there were two blue satin six inch streamers that hung down from it. At least, it
looked like it might be made of satin, and it was very soft to the touch. It was
too feminine a garment for me to even think about resisting the urge to try it
on.

Once I had it laid out on the bed, there was just no possibility that I would be
able resist my desire to wear it. I decided that if I was going to try on
Amanda's uniform, that I might just as well go all the way, and wear nothing but
her clothing, including some of her lovely under wear.

I went back to the bureau and had soon collected a matching set of panties,
camisole, bra, half slip, all in a pale yellow satin and a garter belt. I'd also
found some sheer nylon hose, though I was not sure if I should wear the hose or a
pair of blue knee socks. I did not even want to put my own corset back on, but I
was sure that I needed to wear a corset. Fortunately, in one of the drawers, I
found a very pretty waist nipper that was satin inside and covered with white and
pink over the outside. It even had boning in the sides.

I decided not to wear nylons, but to wear a pair of Amanda's silk knee socks.
Then I went back to the closet and selected a pair of black Mary Jane styled
shoes that had small two inch heels, with small gold coloured buckles on the
outsides of the shoes. I was pretty sure that Amanda might have worn exactly the
same things on any given school day, and had spent that day sitting in a class
room, as a school girl. I could not believe how excited I was. I envied her for
being not only allowed to wear such lovely clothing to school, but for being
expected to wear such an outfit as her normal every day wear. I could hardly
believe that I was actually getting the chance to wear the very same clothes that
a real school girl had worn to a real school.

I sat on the bed, and worked the knee socks up over my feet. I did not know what
kind of material they were made of, but they were very soft. They sure felt like
they were made of silk. I put on the bra, and put my false breasts into the satin
lined cups. I wondered if Amanda had liked the feel of the satin cups on her
breasts. Then I wrapped the waist nipper around my waist and pulled the laces as
tightly as I was able to pull them. It was quite uncomfortable, but if I was
going to have a school girl figure, I decided that the lack of comfort was worth
it.

Then, I raised the camisole over my head and looked up inside of it. This was a
sight that only Amanda had ever seen before. I had a strange feeling, as I was
slowly donning her school clothes, that I was some how being connected with the
girl. It was like I was beginning to get a sense of how she had felt about
herself, and other things. I liked this sense of sharing Amanda's innermost
intimate feelings with her.

I stood up and stepped into her panties. They felt so wonderful as I drew them up
my legs, and adjusted the panty waist at my nipped in waist line. I had such a
big erection, that the idea of hiding it, or of putting it back between my legs,
where it would have been nestled in the panty crotch that had caressed Amanda's
private parts was totally out of the question. Besides, I knew that the skirt
would flare out enough to hide it.

I lightly ran my pink nailed finger tips across the front of her panties, and I
shivered. My effeminated private parts were ever so intimately caressed, by the
very same materials that had caressed her most intimate girl parts. Once again, I
envied her, for not having a thing like that making such a bulge in the front of
her panties.

I stepped into the half slip and raised it up and adjusted the elastic waist band
as well. It was quite a bit shorter than I had thought that it would be. The lace
trim was nearly three inches above my knees. It felt ever so wonderful though.

I lovingly slipped the sleeves of the beautiful silk blouse up my arms, and
struggled with the buttons till I had every last button done up my back. The
blouse fit me well. Then I unfurled the kilt, and wrapped it around my waist. It
was a wee bit tight, but I could wear it. I wrapped it one and a half times
around my waist and secured the three inch long leather belt and buckle at my
left side. The large silver pin was resting above my left knee, at the front of
the kilt. The kilt was only long enough to just barely cover the lacy hem of my
slip. There was also a girl's styled sporran suspended from a delicate silver
chain.

It felt so strange to know that I was wearing a real honest to God, Catholic
School Girl's uniform, complete in authenticity right down to the sexy lingerie.
I picked up the blazer, and slid my arms into it. I plucked at the ruffled cuffs
till all of the ruffle was showing from the blazer's sleeves. I felt so giddy as
I leaned against the bed post for balance, as I stepped into the shoes, and found
them just a tad bit tight, but I could live with them. They were probably only a
half size smaller than my own girl's shoes anyway.

I just stood there, and closed my eyes, enjoying the sense of intimate connection
that I was feeling with the girl who had last worn these clothes. My erection was
so hard that I was afraid that the contact with the soft panty material was going
to make me explode. I'd never been so excited before. I usually always had an
erection whenever I had panties on, but this was more sensuous somehow than every
other time. I felt so intimately connected with the pretty young girl, and her
feelings, and that was what was so exciting to me.

I have to also admit that one of the more exciting aspects of what I was doing,
was knowing that very soon the father of the girl in whose clothes I was clad,
was soon going to see me.  He was going to see me while I was wearing the same
clothes that he had last seen on his own daughter. I almost wanted to have her
daddy spank me, while I wore her uniform. The whole idea was terribly erotic to
me. I do not like pain in any degree. And I was hoping that he would not really
spank me. But the whole idea of the humiliation of laying across his knees, while
I was wearing his daughter's clothing was very exciting to me. I wanted to feel
having him push my skirt up, and then to feel the sting of his hand on my pantied
bum, the same panties that he might have spanked when they were on his own
daughter, was just too exciting for words.

I walked over to look at my reflection in the mirror. If my face had been younger
looking, I would have looked like a real Catholic Girl School student. I imagined
what it must have felt like to sit in a desk, with such a short skirt on. The
skirt hem just barely covered the top of my knees. There was about five inches of
skin that could be seen, from where the tops of my knee socks where were folded
down, just below my knees, to the hem of my skirt.

Any modern teenaged Catholic school girl would find it entirely normal to wear
such a skirt as this, but I was quite unused to the experience, and I felt very
exposed and vulnerable. I guess that it was just part of what being a normal girl
feels like. The numerous tiny pleats of the kilt made it seem kicky and the hem
flounced around with even the smallest of my hip movements. It was so cute.

The numerous tiny pleats of the kilt made it seem kicky and the hem flounced
around with even the smallest of my hip movements. It was so cute. I was cute in
it.

My blazer was a perfect length in the sleeves. The small ruffle of the blouse's
sleeves peeked out in a cute way. The bottom part of the blazer though went down
to about an inch above the kilt's hem. I chose to leave it unbuttoned, because I
liked seeing the big pin. It was a very pretty uniform in deed. Once I had the
bow tie affixed, I gazed at myself, seeing for the very first time, what I might
have looked like, if I had been allowed to go to a Catholic Girl's School.

I noted that there was a rather ornate looking emblem on the breast pocket, over
my left breast. It said, "St. Michael's Academy for Young Ladies." I felt ever so
wonderful wearing this uniform. I hoped that Alexander would not be upset at
seeing me in it, but I just could not resist the desire to wear it. I could also
not resist the desire to be seen wearing it either.

Now it was time to go down and let my new daddy see what his new daughter looked
like , when she was all dressed up for school. I felt so weak and vulnerable, as
I made my way down the stairs, knowing that Amanda had walked down the same
stairs, wearing the same clothing, and being seen by the same daddy.

The pretty and feminine flouncing of the kilt's hem made with each of my steps,
made me feel even more vulnerable and exposed, more girlish. I loved the
sensations it gave me. I was almost intoxicated, I felt so giddy. This was a
dream come true.

I walked down the hall way that led into the kitchen. I stopped in the door way.
Alexander was standing there, stirring in a pan on the stove. He was wearing a
pair of loose fitting boxer shorts, and a pair of sandals. Considering the way I
was dressed, it was almost a laughing matter.

I cleared my throat. I was some what scared. What if he had not meant what he had
said. Would he be so mad at me that he would beat me up? "Uhhh... Hello, Daddy?"

Alexander turned slowly around to look me over, very slowly. I blushed. I knew
that it was respectful for young ladies to curtsy when they come into the
presence of elders, and so, feeling completely girlish, I plucked at my skirt
hems, and executed a shallow but pretty curtsy. This overtly feminine submissive
act of respect, emphasised in my mind, that it was I who was in the submissive
role, of the two of us.

"O... Oh, my..." Alexander just stared at me. I blushed and I let my eyes fall
from his face. As they fell, I could see that Alexander had a bulge growing in the
front of his shorts, and I knew that I had done the right thing, He liked me...
He liked me a lot in this uniform.

"You... You are quite a beautiful young lady.... Princess..."

"Thank you, kind sir..." and I curtsied again in acceptance of the girl oriented
compliment. It was not a compliment that would ever be given to a boy. I blushed
to.

I walked slowly over to him, feeling the heavy material of my kilt slapping the
soft silkiness of my slip against the backs of my bare thighs, with every step. I
was acutely aware that the girl who had worn this uniform before me, had felt the
same feelings, maybe even standing in the same spot that I was in.

Yes... I thought to myself, dreamily, Colleen had felt the same sensations,
whenever she had walked over to her daddy, just like I was doing. Only, I wanted
to do something that Colleen had never done, at least I was pretty sure that she
had never done it.

When I got over to stand about a foot away from the man, I stopped in front of
him. I was very aware of the bulge that had grown in the front of his skimpy
shorts. I was flattered that a man could feel like that about me, just by looking
at me.

"Do you want me to take care of that problem for you, Alexander?"

"Yes..." he rasped out. He was really turned on by what I had done. I could not
believe that I was ready to suck his cock for the third time that day already,
and yet I wanted to. I wanted to wear this pretty uniform, and suck his manly
cock for him. I wanted to pleasure him very much.

I smiled up at him, as I slowly and gracefully began to bend my legs, lowering
myself to kneel in front of him. When I felt my knees on the cool tiles of the
kitchen floor, I moved my right hand up to grasp the bulge, then I moved my
fingers, so that they could pull his erection out through the fly of his boxer
shorts. I could not believe how girlish and utterly feminine I felt, as I kneeled
there, in clothing that he had last seen on his own daughter. I opened my mouth
and moved my head foreword. All the while, I was looking up at his lust clouded
eyes.

I felt the dry skin of his cock head on my lips. I touched it with my tongue, and
very slowly, I wet the entire cock head. Then I pressed my head against it, and I
felt the hard shaft slowly begin to slide across my soft sensitive pink lips, and
his cock filled the insides of my mouth once again. I was sure that Alexander was
seeing the way his big cock head was bulging and pushing out the sides of my
cheeks. It felt so big inside of my mouth that I was certain the effects could be
clearly seen by my daddy.

He was so hot that he just started cumming, almost immediately. I was kind of
disappointed about that, because it meant that I could not keep his cock in my
mouth for very long. I had been looking forward to giving him a very long teasing
blow job, enjoying the sensations of doing it while I was wearing his daughter's
clothing. In a matter of minutes though, he was growing soft in my mouth, and I
had one more load of protein rich cum in my belly.

When he got soft, I pulled my head back, and used my right hand to put him back
into his boxers. Then I stood up in front of him. I raised up onto my tippy toes
and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed
me so tight that I could hardly breath, and he drove his tongue into my mouth. I
raised my arms to hold onto his neck, so that I would not fall. I felt so
wonderfully weak and vulnerable, being squeezed against his body the way that I
was.

I gently sucked on his tongue, as his hands went down to my bum, squeezed me very
tightly, then he started to inch my skirt up, till his hands were on my pantied
cheeks. It felt so wonderful to me to feel his strong fingers kneading my pantied
flesh. I melted into him and I sucked his tongue.

"Uhhh... We better stop this before we burn the dinner," he finally said as he
reluctantly let me go.

I went back down on my feet, and I smiled up in what I hoped was a shy and
coquettish smile. Then I turned and started searching through the drawers for the
cutlery. I also found the plates and the glasses. I went to the refrigerator and
saw that there was a half full bottle of white wine there, so I removed it and
filled the glasses with it's contents.

By the time the table was set, the dinner was ready. It was nothing fancy, just
hamburgers and fries, but it tasted delicious. We ate, and most of the time,
Alexander held my hand on the table's surface. I really liked that. When the meal
was over, he wrapped an apron around me, and I washed while he dried. He said it
was easier to get dishes wet than it was to get them dry, so this time, I could
do the easy job. I found that I was really liking Alexander. I was finding that I
was glad that he was the one who was black mailing me. He was a very sexy man, in
my eyes, anyway.

When everything was put away, he went to the basement to get another bottle of
wine. I went into the living room and turned on the television again. I also went
into the bath room to refresh my makeup. I was amazed at how sucking cock had
removed my make up for me.

When I returned to the living room, Alexander was already there, seated on the
couch. He patted his lap, indicating that this was where he wanted me to sit. I
smiled, feeling giddy, and very feminine as I walked over and gracefully placed
my bum into his lap.

"You know Princess, I promised you that I was going to spank you the first time
that I see you in Colleen's clothes, eh? You remember that honey?"

"Yes..., I remember."

"So, you put on her school uniform, which by the way looks very attractive on
you, anyway, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." "Well, that makes me believe one of two things. It has to be that
you hoped that I would not spank you, which I am pretty sure that you know better
than to believe about me, even though we have not really known each other for
very long. The other thing is that you put it on because you wanted me to turn
you over my knees, and spank your pantied bum for you. So, which is it, Miss
Debi?"

"I... I don't know. I guess that I was hoping that you would like me enough when
you saw what I was wearing, that you would not carry out your promise... I
guess?"

"You know what honey?"

"What."

"I think that you just lied to me, that is what I think. What do you think of
that?"

"I... I don't know?" I was definitely getting some nervous twitches. I was also
feeling some twitches under my bum cheeks again to.

"Well, since you don't know, I guess that I have to assume that I am right about
you?"

I did not say anything. The fingers of both of my hands were playing nervously
with the hem of my kilt.

"Well, I guess that your reaction pretty well confirms my opinion. Little ladies
do not lie to their daddies. You have to be punished for lying to me, Debi. Do
you understand that?"

"I... I guess?"

"Okay honey, stand up and don't move."

I stood up and Alexander got to his feet. He went out of the room, and he returned
about three minutes later, with a yellow plastic foot long ruler in his left
hand. He sat again, in the middle of the couch.

Before I could even realise what was happening to me, he grasped my left forearm
and pulled me off balance. I landed across his lap, belly down. His right arm
pressed down across the tops of my shoulders, and his left leg went over my legs
right behind the knees, so that I was immobile. I could not move, even if I had
wanted to.

"Are you going to promise that you will not try to get up, if I loosen my hold on
you?"

"Yes... Sir."

His right arm relieved the pressure on my shoulders. In a few moments, I felt his
hand exploring the back of me. His hands gently caressed my skirted bum for a few
minutes. Then he began to slowly push my skirt up, revealing my soft silk and
lace panties to his eyes.

His strong finger tips gently caressed the surface of my panties for a few
minutes, as he told me what pretty panties I was wearing, and what a pretty
girlish bum that I had. Then I heard a swish and a sharp stinging sensation on my
bum. Before I hardly even felt the first one, the second one came down and it
seemed like it would never end. It was so painful that I lost track after the
first five.

My bum had never hurt so bad, ever. It was bad enough that I began to try and
kick my way out. When that did not work, I began to cry to try and relieve the
pain in some way. Nothing worked. Alexander must have been taking an awful lot of
frustration out on me, by the time he was done spanking me. I was wracked with
sobs. Then he threw the ruler onto the floor, and he gently began caressing my
pantied cheeks for a few minutes. After that, he lowered my panties and gently
fondled my red aching cheeks.

He did not say very much, but then he pulled my panties back up and told me that
I could get up. I must have looked very cute to him, as I stood up and rubbed the
back of my skirt with both of my hands, because he watched me for a moment and
then burst out laughing. He finally told me it was because I just made such a
cute picture, standing there like a little five year old, rubbing my bum cheeks,
after she had gotten a spanking.

Fortunately, the pain subsided fairly quickly. I gingerly sat back on his knee.
He put his hand up under my skirt, and discovered that I had a raging hard on in
the front of my panties. He teased me about how much I must have liked being
spanked, in order to get such a boner in my panties. As he teased me, he was
gently masturbating me through my panties. It was so erotic that all I could do
was moan and try hard not to soil the panties. I clung to his neck, as though to
get more strength to stop myself from cumming in my panties. Alexander just turned
me on so much.

He kept at me though. He was kissing my face, and he was squeezing me pretty
hard, grinding the girl material of his daughter's pretty panties into the
vulnerable member. He made me talk to him about how much I loved feeling like a
weak vulnerable pretty little girl. Every time I answered one of his questions
along those lines, completely exposing the most deeply rooted secrets to him, I
felt even more and more vulnerable, if that was possible.

It made me even more turned on to be admitting my submissive nature to a man who
would not hesitate to use it against me, to get his own way with me. Every
confession that came out of my mouth was taking me more and more into the
submissive role with this man. He now knew things about me that I had never
admitted to anyone else. I was his submissive little lady now, and I had no
choice about it.

The realisation that my confessions was condemning me to a relationship of
servitude to this man, made me more turned on than I have ever been before. He
made me cum in his hand, and he milked me, making me orgasm at the same moment
that I was admitting my love of being turned into his submissive little girl, who
wanted to make her daddy very happy. This relationship of the orgasm to the
humiliation seemed to make my subservience to him all that more certain.

He finally let me go. He told me to wash up the soiled lingerie that I had messed
up. He told me that he had to go to the barn, as it was milking time, so it was
time for me to go home. He told me that he expected me to be back next Saturday
at the same time. He kissed me, patted my bum, and said good bye to me. Then he
walked out the front door. He did turn and smile at me, and told me that if I
wanted to take anything of Colleen's home to wear, that I could do so.

I returned to my new bed room, and slowly disrobed. I washed the slip and the
panties, and then replaced everything else in the closet. I just had to take some
of Colleen's under wear though, because it was so pretty. I also knew that it was
because I knew that I was going to have many orgasms while I was wearing it,
while I thought about my new daddy, and how he treats me, and much more about how
he expects me to treat him.

I could not believe, when I glanced at my watch that four hours had passed
already. My bum was still pretty sore, as I hit some pot holes on the way home
along the country roads. I was also strangely happy. I knew that I had just been
black mailed into a terrible ordeal, with no idea of how long it would last, or
even where it would take me, and yet I had another erection in my panties, just
thinking about it.

Either I was getting more perverse, or his dominance of me was bringing out the
true degree of my submissive nature. I did not know which, and I did not care
which. All that I knew for certain was that I now had a man lover who treated me
the way I wanted to be treated.

I wondered if he might ever put a ring on my finger, and ask me to move in with
him. I kind of hoped so.

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