Instilling Obedience

Instilling Obedience
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ISBN:  9781907753336
Author:  Ray Gordon
Word Count:  61,647
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Again and again he spanked the cotton-covered orbs of her burning bottom as she squirmed and writhed over the back of the armchair. Her protests only firing his anger, he pinned her down with his free hand on the middle of her back as he continued the merciless spanking of her bottom. Even her father wouldn't do this. As strict as he was he'd never hold her down forcefully and spank her. Her breathing fast and shallow, tears welling in her eyes, she prayed for her sadistic neighbour to leave her alone as he finally halted the gruelling punishment. She never wanted to see him again, never wanted to speak to him again.

Left home alone while her parents enjoy a holiday in Spain, Emily looks forward to at last snatching a little fun and freedom for herself. But her strict father has asked their next-door neighbour, Arthur, to keep an eye on her while they're away.

To Emily, Arthur has always been more of an uncle than a neighbour, and she is utterly shocked when he lays stringent codes of behaviour for her to conform to, and even grounds her for being out after the unreasonable evening curfew he sets for her!

Performing his duty with overzealous diligence, he informs bewildered Emily that poor behaviour will jeopardise her own forthcoming holiday, he threatens to tell her father about any misdemeanours - fabricated or otherwise, and he keeps a report book in which he compiles evidence against her. Seeing Emily as unruly and wicked, he sets out to instil obedience with strict discipline and his leather belt.

Arthur not only has Emily in the palm of his hand, but the key to her holiday, too.

Relaxing as she finished her second glass of wine, Emily allowed him to take it from her again, her thighs falling fractionally apart. Arthur poured a third glass and passed it to her as she slumped back a little on the sofa, a rosy hue prettily colouring her cheeks.
   'For example, did you know I could see your panties this afternoon, when we were sitting together on your sofa?' Arthur asked.
   Emily nodded. 'Yes, I did,' she admitted, 'but that's different.' She giggled, putting her free hand over her mouth. 'I mean, you're Arthur.'
   'And that's my point,' he said. 'What if I wasn't good old Arthur? What if I was some lad with his hormones all over the place? What might have happened then, hm?'
   Emily frowned, trying to fathom out his point.
   'And do you know I can see your panties again now, Emily?' he said, and watched the girl as she took a tiny sip of wine and then nodded again. 'And you don't mind that?'
   Emily thought for a few seconds. 'I don't know, really,' she said. 'I suppose you shouldn't be looking.'
   'But you shouldn't be flaunting them at me, now should you?'
   'No,' Emily acknowledged contritely, but a definite pressure from his hand indicated that she wasn't to move into a more modest position.
   'No, you shouldn't,' he concurred. 'And shall I show you what might happen if you were to tease - intentionally or unintentionally - some randy youth who couldn't control his urges?'
   Emily did not move or say anything. She just watched the man closely.
   'Well, shall I?' he pressed.
   'What are you going to do?'
   'I want you to look upon this as education, Emily,' he told her. 'This is to help you, nothing more. Do you understand me? It's nothing more than that. At my age I get nothing from it. I'm simply doing this to help you. Okay?'
   She said nothing, her uncertain silence the response he needed, so he slipped down from the sofa and knelt before her and placed his hands on her knees.
   He was genuinely trying to help her, she was sure, as with his steady stare he silenced any uncertainties she may have voiced, then when happy she was going to remain silent, parted her thighs and gazed between them, directly at the triangular gusset of her white panties.
   As she looked down at what he was looking at, she told herself that things were going to change for the better now that she and Arthur understood each other. With the benefit of his experience she'd be more worldly-wise and therefore more confident, and as he slowly pushed her thighs even further apart she knew she had him to thank for that.
   He looked deep into her eyes, his fingers squeezing the smooth flesh of her parted thighs. She was totally open to him. She sat quietly and meekly, waiting to see what he did next, not knowing how best to react.
   His eyes lowered, following the slim line of her throat, down to her cleavage, it's shadowy depths made visible by the open neck of her blouse.
   'You have lovely breasts, Emily,' he suddenly said, shocking her with his frankness.
   'Arthur, you shouldn't—'
   'Any red-blooded youth will be drooling to get his hands on them,' he went on. 'I'm only warning you; with such loveliness you need to be careful.'
   Watching, spellbound as Arthur pressed his fingers into the naked flesh of her inner thighs and then inched them nearer her crotch, Emily was sure she was safe with him. He genuinely seemed to be helping her. And with him on her side, her ally, she'd have no trouble getting out at night and enjoying her life for a change.
   'W-what are you doing?' she asked, as Arthur's fingers finally reached the triangle of white cotton and rested against it.
   'It's all right,' he crooned. 'Now just move your bottom forward a little, and I'll show you what I'm doing.'
   'Are you sure...?' she whispered. 'Okay...' and she wriggled a little, sliding to the front edge of the sofa until he knelt between her knees, 'if you're sure...'
   'You see here?' he breathed, pushing his hands up to her flat stomach and folding her skirt around her hips.
   'No, what?' she whispered, watching his every move with endearing intensity.
   'Here...' he said, and moved his hands back down between her thighs until his thumbs pressed and stroked her cotton-covered sex lips.
   'Ooh,' she gasped, tensing slightly. 'Arthur, I don't think—'
   'You see, they're damp, just here...' A finger centred and pressed a little more between her hidden sex lips, making her gasp again and her cheeks blush even more. She inhaled sharply and arched her back a little, just her shoulders supporting her against the back of the sofa, and he devoured the vision of her breasts pressing forward against her blouse, the outline of her awakening nipples clearly visible.
   'Can you feel that, my dear?' he asked, and watched Emily nod, her eyes closing, her succulent lips parting; gorgeous, pouting lips just made for...
   'How does it feel...?'
   'I-I'm not sure,' she whispered. 'Nice, I think. But you shouldn't be—'
   'I'm just demonstrating what trouble you could get into. How do you think a lad would react if he knew you were turned on and wetting your knickers like this?'
   'I - I suppose he might try to fuck me,' she said, the frankness of the words sounding incredibly sexy coming from such innocent lips.
   'He might,' he agreed. 'Or for starters he might do this...' and pausing a moment to make sure she was still under his spell, and the wine's spell, Arthur leaned closer, lower, pressed his face between her parted thighs and touched a light kiss to her panties, inhaling her sweet fragrance through flared nostrils.
   'Oh Arthur...' she sighed, 'you should stop now. This isn't right...'
   Arthur pulled back a little and watched the beautiful girl. Her eyes were still closed and she was mumbling soft words, her head resting back on the sofa. The wine glass was sloping precariously to one side in the loose grip of her delicate fingers, threatening to spill the last of its contents onto his sofa. He carefully prised it from her, not wanting to break the spell, and stood it quietly on the carpet.
   'How did that feel, Emily?' he whispered, and there was a long silence while she tried to decipher how it felt.
   'Naughty... it felt naughty,' she eventually whispered back. 'I think I should go home now and wait there...'
   'But I've not finished the first part of your education yet,' he said. 'You do still want me to help you, don't you?'
   Emily's little tongue appeared and licked her lower lip, and then she nodded.
   'Good girl,' he drawled.
   'But I'm confused,' she confessed in hushed tones, her eyes still closed, her head still resting back. 'I know I'm naïve, but this can't be right. We shouldn't be doing this.'
   'Nonsense, my dear,' Arthur coaxed. 'Just trust me. I'm doing all this for you. You'll thank me, I promise you will.'
   In Emily's drifting thoughts Arthur's voice sounded distant. She could feel his fingers and thumbs stroking her thighs and touching her sex lips through her panties, and it did feel nice. The idea was to keep him on her side, not to upset him by being silly. Wishing her father would hurry up and phone so she could have her chat with him and then go home, she couldn't help moving her hips a little closer to the edge of the sofa so those fingers could touch her a little more easily. She should go home, but she felt nice and relaxed. If only her father would hurry up and phone...
   Arthur lowered his head and kissed the front of her panties again. It was the end of the day and his stubble rasped lightly against the pure softness of her thighs, which instinctively squeezed against his face on both sides. Emily moaned, breathing deeply, and moved her hands to his head, her fingers entwining in his greying hair.
   He moved his hands and squeezed them beneath her thighs, cupping them and pulling her closer. He inched his hands higher, until they were sandwiched between his sofa and her exquisite buttocks. Emily's breathing quickened and she lifted her head from the back of the sofa, watching with misty eyes the man squatting between her parted thighs, his head moving as he kissed and suckled the front of her panties. It was all so surreal. She'd known this man for years. He was their next-door neighbour, a good friend of the family, and here he was massaging her bottom and pulling her crotch tight against his face, nuzzling against her intimacies like a hungry animal. The shame was terrible... the excitement wonderful. She knew it was hopelessly, horribly wrong, but she also knew her hands were urging his head tighter between her thighs, knew her hips were urging her sex against his lips and nose.
   A delicious sensation grew in her stomach and her head lolled back again, her eyes closing once more. It was building, threatening to overwhelm her. This could not happen. This must not happen. Arthur was carrying her towards a climax with his mouth. She gasped and stiffened, feeling his tongue press against her panties, taking the soaking material a little way between her sex lips. This was shameful, and just as her orgasm was about to burst forth Emily pressed against his head. 'No,' she pleaded, 'you can't, please, stop now, this is wrong...'
   'Emily, which way do you want it?' Arthur asked, panting a little, sitting back on his ankles.
   Emily opened her eyes and looked quizzically at the man kneeling between her parted thighs. 'What do you mean?' she asked him, all too aware of the tight material of her panties so exposed and vulnerable before him. 'Which way do I want what?'
   'I'm trying to help you, but I'm not sure you're accepting my help.'
   'I do—'
   'You're resisting me, Emily.
   'No, I'm not.
   'I'm prepared to go as far as covering up for you where your parents are concerned. They've been my good friends for many years now, but still I've agreed to cover for you. But it seems that whatever I try to do you resist me. It's got to be give and take, young lady. This isn't a one-way street, you know.'
   'I do know that,' she whispered urgently. 'I'm not resisting you, honestly I'm not. It's just that I don't want you to... I've never... I'm embarrassed, Arthur, don't you understand that?'
   'And I'm at a loss as to what more I can do to help you,' he countered. 'Don't you understand that?'
   'Yes, but—'
   'The choice is yours, Emily. Which way do you want it? Either you want my help or you don't. It makes no odds to me. You either stay in all the time, as your father instructed, or you go out at night and have some fun. I either cover for you or I don't. You think about it and decide while I refill your glass.'
   He stood and picked up their two glasses, then went back out to the kitchen to open another bottle.
   Arthur had been a good friend over the years, but what, Emily wondered, was he thinking? What did he want, exactly? He was thinking something, planning something, but what was it? What thoughts lurked in his male mind? Was he sulking? Was he disappointed in her? He wanted to continue being her friend, that's all. As he said, he wanted to help her. Was it as simple as that? Would it be best to stop being childish and let him give her the benefit of his experience?
   He returned, looking stern, and gave her a fresh glass of wine. He then sat in his armchair and stared at her as she sipped it, eyeing her shapely calves, her thighs - significantly together again - her trim waist, her breasts, her inviting cleavage. Remaining silent as he scrutinised her, he sipped his fresh glass of wine too.
   'I wonder when my father will phone,' Emily said, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence enshrouding the room.
   'I don't know,' he murmured dismissively. 'You might as well go home and wait there. There's no point in sitting here all evening. I'll come and get you when he does.'
   'Oh, all right,' she said, finishing her drink and standing up, swaying a little from the alcohol, feeling bad, like she'd let Arthur down. 'I might see you later, then?'
   'I'll come and get you when he phones,' he said bluntly.
   Returning to her house on decidedly shaky legs, Emily sat on the sofa and shook her befuddled head. Once again she was totally confused. She wanted to get on with Arthur, wanted to accept his help, but he was making it impossible. No, she was making it impossible. He was right; whatever he'd tried to do to help her, she'd resisted him. She was behaving like a spoilt brat. He was only trying to help, she reflected, reclining on the sofa, her head spinning when she closed her eyes. He was only trying to help...

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Monday, 12 May 2014  | 

Not bad, some very sexy scenes indeed, especially if an older man taking advantage of a girl is your thing.

Some clear plot holes that detract a little from the story and pull you out of it, but if you can push through them, the last few chapters certainly make up for it.


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