Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: TheSpringg
Title: Neighborly Help, Chapter 01
Part: Chapter 01 (rev.  04/2015)
Summary: A widow and her daughter move in next door.
Keywords: teen, spanking, mast
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   Neighborly Help

   Chapter 1

   Sitting at my desk, looking out a bay window, I watched the moving truck
arrive and begin preparation to unload furniture and boxes at the house
next door.  I guess you could say I was being a nosey neighbor.

   I had retired early, a little over two years ago to spend more time with
my ailing my wife of thirty years.  She had passed away a little over a
year ago and I was still struggling.  I had traveling to Europe to keep
myself from becoming depressed and lonely.  I didn't need the money, but
now I was beginning to contemplate looking for some consulting work, just
for something to do.  I was only 60, fit and in good health.  Traveling was
an escape, and there were only so many projects I needed to do to prepare
the big old house for sale.  In short, I was getting restless.

   I smiled to myself when I saw a Lexus pull up and an attractive young
brunette get out.  She had well styled shoulder length hair and was dressed
in a tailored suit and heels.  She approached the moving foreman
confidently, apparently answering questions and giving directions.  A
teenage girl got out of the passenger side door, the daughter perhaps,
though the woman looked too young to be a high schooler's mother.  She was
a brunette as well, with long hair and tight jeans and a halter top, with
white earbuds in her ears.

   The movers jumped into action and were quickly offloading the big moving
van.  My wife would have started baking cookies and putting a fruit basket
or flowers together to welcome the new neighbors.  I supposed that I could
find some way to welcome the new family, but had no immediate ideas.  I
went out to mow the front lawn, not so much because it needed it, but
because I had nothing else that needed doing.  Who knows, I might get even
a closer look at the new neighbors.  Whatever I had hoped to see, I was
disappointed.  The movers finished unloading quickly and even removed a
large number of empty boxes, without a second sighting of the new family.

   "Excuse me..." a female voice said behind me, as I unloaded the last of
the lawn cuttings into a compost bin on the side of the house.  Startled, I
turned to see an unfamiliar woman in jeans and an old sweatshirt.  She
appeared to be in her early to mid-thirties.

   "Hi, I'm Diane, your new neighbor." I must have looked puzzled.  She
looked nothing like the well assembled woman who had arrived hours earlier.

   "Oh, Hi.  I'm Alan." I responded.  She was beautiful, even with the work
clothes and her hair carelessly pulled back.

   "Alan Dumont.  Welcome to the neighborhood." And held how my hand to
shake.  Her grasp was firm, though her hands were soft and warm.  I was
sure I sighed out loud, but perhaps it was all in my head.  Her touch
brought back a flood of memories of Nicole, my late wife.

   "I am sorry to have bothered you." She looked concerned and hesitant. 
"Uh, I saw you out here and just... just wanted to say `hi!'"

   "Thank you.  No, it's alright.  You're not bothering me.  I am the one
who should be welcoming you.  A fruit basket, fresh baked cookies or a
cake... The "Whole Welcome Wagon" thing.  You chose a great neighborhood -
friendly, quiet and very safe.  Please let me know if you need any help
settling in.  I am retired, so I don't have a full calendar.  You'll never
be a bother." I sputtered, letting my mouth motor on without by brain
engaged.

   "Thank you Alan!" She beamed a smile that melted me.  "I did hope I
could ask for some help..."

   "Sure, anything." I promised.

   "How are you with computers.  You see I work from home most days, and I
really need to set up my computer quickly.  I have a report to email and I
don't even have the wifi set up." She pleaded.

   "I used to run the IT shop for a fortune 500, which means I know more
about managing other people than doing it myself, but I should be able to
get you set up."

   She beamed another irresistible smile.

   "Lead the way." I offered.

   She looked expectantly at my house and seemed about to say something,
but quickly thought better of it and turned to her house.

   "Is your internet turned on?" I asked as we entered her house.

   "No, but the cable guy should be here any moment now... At least any
moment between 8:00 AM and 5:00 PM." She half chuckled.

   "Rosie?  Come meet Mr.  Dumont, our new neighbor." She called out. 
"Rosemary is my daughter.  16 going on 21." She said quietly.

   "Is she adopted?" I blurted out without thinking, and quickly tried to
recover.  "You're too young to have a daughter, let alone one that's 16!"

   "Well you say the sweetest things!" Her smile was genuine, "But I am
sorry to disappoint you, but I am old enough."

   Rosemary appeared in the door, having overheard our banter, she was
rolling her eyes quite dramatically as she removed one earbud from her ear.

   "Hi Rosemary!" I said extending my hand.  "I live in the gray house next
door.  Welcome to the neighborhood."

   "Oh.  Hi.  Thanks!" she said, put the earbud back and retreated through
the door from which she had appeared.

   "Sorry," Diane started, but stopped when I put a hand on her shoulder.

   "I have two grown girls of my own.  I know the stages they go through."

   She smiled with relief and led me to an empty room with nothing but a
desk, a desk chair and some boxes.

   "Let me sort this out." I said.  "You must have tons to do.  I can get
this set up so the cable man can do his thing whenever he gets here."

   "At least let me get you something to drink." She offered.

   "Just water, no ice." I replied, knowing that they wouldn't have stocked
anything in the kitchen yet.

   She left and I quickly found her laptop, a printer, various cables, a
power strip, and a Wi-Fi router in the boxes.  Set up was brain dead
simple, but without internet she wasn't going anywhere.  The laptop's Wi-Fi
was on, and said there were connections available, including my router with
a weak signal, weak but enough to get her going.  I connected to it when
Diane returned with a glass in hand.

   "Sorry to take so long.  I had to unpack some glasses and wash them
first." Her hands were still wet, but she seemed pleased with herself.

   "Maybe you need to unpack some towels too?" I suggested, looking
pointedly at her wet hand and the dripping glass.

   She handed the glass to me and wiped her hands on her sweatshirt,
leaving wet hand prints on her chest.  I hope she didn't notice me staring.

   "You're all set up.  You had some urgent work, so I connected you to my
Wi-Fi router.  You should be good to go." I said.  "You can give me a call
and if you need help once your internet is turned on.  In fact, if Rosemary
needs her iPad, or something connected, I can do that too."

   "No, you've done too much already.  It's really okay." She said.

   I shrugged, handed the half full glass back, and headed to the door.

   "Let me know if you need anything else!" I said, and before I could
leave, Rosemary appeared.

   "Mom, when's the cable guy coming for the internet?" she asked.

   Diane looked at me with and embarrassed, almost pleading look.

   "Sure." I said, nodding to Diane.  "Hey Rosemary, I set your mother up
on my Wi-Fi, just until you're up and running on your own here.  Want me to
do the same for you?"

   "Great!" She gave me a bright look and a smile that was cloned from her
mother.

   She ran back to her room and returned with a MacBook.  In minutes, she
was set up and running and I returned home.

   Thinking about their weak signal, I moved my router to a window that
faced their house, hoping to give them a signal boost.  My computer was
turned off, so the blinking lights on the router must have been them.

   Later than evening as I sat down at my computer, I looked over at their
house.  I could see two lights in the upstairs bedrooms facing my house. 
The rest of their house was dark.  I noticed the router still blinking and
wondered if the cable man had let them down.  When my computer was up and
running, I looked down and the modem again, wondering.  I opened a browser
window and typed in "192.168.100.1" and logged into the router interface.
Under administration settings, I found the log file.  There wasn't a lot of
activity, mainly iTunes, several hits on some unfamiliar IP addresses that
I didn't recognize.  I copied the log to a text file and ran the unresolved
IP addresses through a program that gave me the URLs.  Clearly, someone
there was watching porn, and even more interesting it was a site
specializing in older men with younger women.  Was it Rosemary who had
tastes for older men, or was Diane fantasizing?  Whomever it was, it had my
mind racing and my cock hard.

   Two days later, and the lights on my router were still blinking. 
Occasional review of the logs show the same pattern of internet use, with
the addition of some new porn sites, one that specialized in spanking
caught my eye.  My imagination ran wild.  I had to know, was it the mother
or the daughter?

   Around mid-day, I was returning from the supermarket, when I saw Diane
walking up the sidewalk towards me.  I put my groceries down, and waited
for her to approach.

   "Hi Alan." She called.  "I've been meaning to come over and ask your
help again.  The cable guy came so late the other day that he didn't have
time to set up the internet for us before I had to go out.  We're still
mooching on your Wi-Fi and I feel terrible about it."

   "It's really no problem, little girl!" I don't know what made me say
that, but I continued.  "It's only me and I don't really web surf that
much. Can I stop over when I get these groceries stowed away?"

   She didn't seem to notice the little girl comment, and melted me with
another of her smiles, telling me she would leave the door open and to just
call out when I came in.

   Having put away the groceries, I looked at myself in the mirror - not
too bad considering.  Perhaps I should start working out more regularly.

   Their front door was open, so I entered and called out.  Diane appeared
at the top of the stairs and motioned for me to come up, rather than to her
home office on the first floor.  When I got to the top of the stairs, she
motioned towards her bedroom.

   "He put the Wi-Fi thing in here next to the TV in my bedroom.  He said
we'd get better reception if it was upstairs."

   "He's probably right.  I have my router in my office upstairs." I
commented.

   She smiled again.  She has to stop doing that.

   "Would you like something to drink?"

   "I'm good." I replied.  "But I don't really need to be up here to do
what needs to be done.  If you have the instruction book, I can do it from
your office downstairs.  I just need the IP address and the default
password the router to configure it.  Once I get that done, we can set up
your laptops."

   "I love it when a guy talks all technical." She smirked.  "Anyway, my
laptop is right there on the bed with the WiFi thing's box, and Rosie's is
in her room.  Probably under a pile of clothes.  I'll get you some lemonade
anyway." And she left the room.

   It took no time at all to put the router through it's setup wizard and
connect her laptop to it.  Since I had the browser open, I quickly checked
the history.  Sure enough, Diane was my porn watcher.  I guess it
understandable, as there didn't appear to be a man in the house and she had
never mentioned being married.

   I wandered down the hall and found Rosemary's room.  She clearly hadn't
moved in completely but it still looked like a tornado had hit the room.  I
didn't see her laptop immediately and felt like I shouldn't be nosey, so I
turned around to leave, when I saw a corner of her MacBook sticking out
from under a light blue, lacy bra and crumpled t-shirt on the bed.  I
picked up the bra and couldn't help but think of Rosie having just worn it.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, I dropped the bra and retrieved the
laptop. I was heading back towards Diane's room when she appeared at the
top of the stairs with two glasses of lemonade.  She glanced through the
open door to Rosie's room and visibly shuddered.

   "Sorry you had to see that mess." she said, and I just shrugged.

   Sitting on the one chair in her bedroom with the MacBook open on my
knee, I quickly configured it for their router.

   "I have a terrible sense of humor." I confessed.

   She gave me a puzzled look.

   "I named your access point 'Doll_House' and the password is
'1itt1eGir1'. That's all one word and all the "L's" are substituted for
number 1.  I wrote it here on a post-it.

   She cocked her head to one side and looked at me for a moment.

   "I'm sorry, I like a said.  Bad sense of humor.  I'll change it." I
stammered.

   "No!  Don't.  Leave it like that.  It's cute." she said with a smile
that could melt my heart.  "It's the second time you've called me Little
Girl, and you know what?  I like it coming from you."

   The front door slammed shut and I was still blushing when Rosie raced up
the stairs and ran straight to her room, slamming the door.  A moment later
she yelled out, "Where's my fucking laptop?" as she marched down the hall
to her mother's room.  Her eyes were blazing when she saw the laptop in my
hand.

   "Rosie, your manners!" Diane said firmly.  "Mr.  Dumont, was just
setting up our own internet, after he's been so kind as to let us use his
for the past few days.  I think thanks are in order, young lady."

   "It's nothing." I interjected as she reached over to take her laptop
from me.

   "Sorry.  Thanks." she said with her eyes downcast, unwilling to meet my
gaze.

   "You're welcome, Rosie.  And hey, if you want, I have a swimming pool
which doesn't get used much, you're welcome to use it anytime.  The side
gate is always open, so just help yourself." I offered and turned to Diane.
"The offer's good for you too, if you like."

   Rosie brightened visibly and looked at her mother, who nodded.

   "Thanks, Mr.  Dumont.  I love to swim" she said and left with her
MacBook.

   "Sometimes I just don't know what to do with her," Diane apologized
again, "Thanks for the offer of the pool.  That's one thing this house
doesn't have that the old one did.  She really does love to swim.  What can
do to even the score a little?  You're being too nice to us.  Dinner on
Saturday evening, perhaps?"

   "A Bachelor never turns down a dinner invitation." I said, "Just let me
know what time, and What we're having, so I can bring wine."

   A couple days later, on Saturday afternoon, I heard the side gate creak
and looked out the window.  Rosie was entering my backyard with a towel
draped over her shoulder.  I walked to my bedroom which overlooked the pool
in the backyard and watched as she slowly lifted her t-shirt over her head,
revealing a aqua colored bikini top and then slipped out of her cutoff
jeans to show matching bikini bottoms.  She had a slender almost waif-like
physique with nice curves in the right places.  Her as was tight and
rounded, and she had bigger breasts than the flat chest that I had
expected. She dove right into the pool and began doing laps, moving quickly
and smoothly through the water.  She must have done twenty or thirty laps
before she pulled herself out of the pool, toweled off and put her t-shirt
back on.  She left even more quietly than she had arrived.

   That evening, I found myself at their door step with a couple of bottles
of wine and two small bouquets of roses.  Diane let me in and her eyes
brightened at the sight of the flowers and wine.

   "A real gentleman!" she enthused.  "Come in!"

   The dining room table was set for three, but I sat at the granite
counter facing the kitchen and drank a mojito as I watched Diane move
skillfully through her preparations for our dinner.  When it was clear that
the meal was ready, there was still no sign of Rosemary.  Diane could
scarcely hide her disappointment when she suggested that we eat without her
daughter.

   "She knew what time dinner was, but she's been angry ever since we
moved." Diane explained as we ate.  "I tried to do everything right.  We
waited until the end of the school year, and I look all the counsellor's
suggestions.  But she seems to blame me."

   "What's to blame?  You have a beautiful house.  She'll make new friends.
The school is excellent here." I said.

   "It's a long story, and I don't want to burden you with our tale of
woe." She replied.

   "Please, it's really okay." I said but was interrupted again when the
front door opened and slammed as Rosemary stormed up to her room again.  I
put my hand on Diane's, and quieted her before she could yell at her
daughter.

   "Let it go for a moment and tell me what's up.  I did raise two girls,
you remember." I said in an assuring tone.  Diane started tear up and
restrained herself.

   "It's okay.  Look, dinner can wait.  Let's give her a while to cool
down. You and I can go sit in the living room, and finish our drinks." I
took her by the hand and led her to sofa in the living room.  She smiled
weakly and tears streamed down her face, as we sat side-by-side on the
sofa. She looked at me though her tears, and I wanted to hug her close and
console her.

   "It started when I lost Don, my husband last year.  They were really
close.  When he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, we were told he would
have 3 to 6 months.  He didn't want to tell her right away.  So he didn't
tell her right away.  He wanted us to have some quality time together as a
family, and break to to her slowly.  So, we went on a couple of wonderful
vacations together and had a great time, but he didn't have 3 to 6 months.
It was more like 6 weeks and he was gone.  It was sudden for me, but for
Rosemary it was way to sudden.  He never got to break it to her slowly" She
sighed and I pulled her close into a hug, as she cried.

   "Then we had to move out of that house.  I was in a funk.  She was
falling apart and in with some lousy company.  I had to get away from those
memories and start over.  So here we are.  It's not even a year and I am
finally putting myself back together, but she's still hurting and angry
inside.  Besides, I have never been able to control her.  Discipline was
always Don's domain." She went silent.

   "Discipline?" I queried

   "She has always been a little wild, and Don was the only one who could
bring her in line.  You see.  well...  It may not be completely approved of
and politically correct, but Don used to spank her." She confessed.

   "Oh, people can be so judgmental," I said, "but my girls were spanked
too."

   She looked at me with surprise.  "When did you stop?" She asked.

   "When they went away to college." I said calmly, and received a relieved
look back.  It wasn't exactly true, but I knew it would tell her that I was
not one to judge her or her late husband harshly.  In fact, I had only
spanked my girls up until they were about 15 years old, and even then it
was rare.  They were just good girls.

   We separated and sat quietly for a moment before Diane suggested that we
go ahead and eat.  The dinner was still warm and delicious.  I was in the
kitchen, washing dishes when Rosie finally came down, looking hungry.  Her
mother couldn't help but glare at her, but she ignored her and came
straight over to me.

   "I am sorry that I missed dinner, Mr.  Dumont." She said meekly.  "I
really do appreciate all you've done for us."

   I could see that Rosie had been crying too, and I also saw Diane's
relief at her daughter's act of contrition, and I took a chance.  I wiped
my hands on a dishtowel and took Rosie's hand.

   "Rosie, I had two girls grow up and leave me, but they used to talk to
me when they had problems.  I sorta miss that, so if you'd ever want to
talk, it would really make me feel good again." I said quietly.  She looked
at me appraisingly.

   "Okay.  I'd like that." She said, much to my surprise.  She then looked
over her shoulder at her mother, who just nodded with a slight smile.

   Rosie led me downstairs to the basement recreation room and flopped onto
a beanbag chair without turning on any lights.  I found another bean bag
and pulled it over next to her and sat quietly in the near dark.  After a
long silence interrupted only by her breathing, she finally spoke.

   "Where are your girls?  Where is your wife?" she asked quietly.

   "Michelle and Amanda are off in college down south." I said slowly.  "My
wife, Nicole, passed away a little over a year ago."

   "About the same time as my dad.  What did she die of?  My dad died of
cancer."

   "She did too.  A brain tumor." I said sadly.

   "Do you think my mom is pretty?" she asked.

   "I thought we were here to talk about you?" I deflected, but added, "Of
course I think she's pretty.  I'm not blind!  You miss your dad, don't
you?"

   "yeah." followed by a long silence.

   "Your mom thinks your mad at her." I added.

   "Mad at her?  Hell no!  I just mad at fuckin' god.  Mad at fuckin' life.
Not her." she swore.

   "Did you used to swear like that with your dad?" I asked calmly.

   "No." and another silence.

   "He would have spanked me." she finally added.

   "I spanked my girls too." I added.  "When they did bad stuff.  How did
it make you feel, when he spanked you?

   "It hurt." she stated.

   "I asked how it made you feel." I repeated.

   "I knew he loved me." she said after a long pause.  "I loved him so
much."

   "I am sure he loved you too.  You're Mom doesn't spank you?" I asked.

   "No.  She couldn't even stand to watch him spank me."

   "Do you think that means she doesn't love you?" I asked.

   "Fuck no...  Sorry.  No.  I know she loves me."

   "What happened this evening that made you late and upset you?" I asked.

   "Stuff."

   "I thought we were talking?  No more words than 'Stuff?'" I pressed

   "Don't tell, Mom?" She asked.

   "Okay, as long as it's not like something criminal." I joked, and she
looked at me cross-eyed and stuck out her tongue.  I was glad to see a
sense of humor making an appearance.

   "I was hanging out with Rich." she paused again.  "A guy I know.  He
wanted to do stuff that I'm not ready for, so I got mad and slapped him. 
Now I think I lost my boyfriend."

   "Maybe not." I replied.  "But what's so wrong with seeing a guy and not
doing stuff all guys want to do.  Why hide it from Diane?"

   "Cuz he's from our old neighborhood.  My Mom thinks he's a bad influence
and doesn't want me to see him anymore.  She can't know I've been seeing
him."

   "Okay.  Secret #1 between us.  Why's she think he's bad?"

   "Cuz he's 30 years old and I am 16." she confessed.

   "Okay, I sorta see her reasoning, Rosie." I replied.

   "Can you stop calling me Rosie.  My mom calls me that.  Call me Rose."
she offered.

   "Okay Rose, do you see why a 30 year old might not be a good match for a
16 year old?  What would your Dad have said?" I asked.

   "He would have spanked me."

   "Would you have stopped seeing him after a spanking?"

   "Yes."

   "I get the feeling that you need a spanking, don't you?"

   "Yes." she whispered.

   "From me?"

   "Uh huh...  yeah" She breathed.

   "Maybe we should see what your mother says first.  Don't you think?"

   "mmhmm." she replied.  "But don't tell her about Rich.  Just that I need
it for being rude and late."

   "I won't tell her anything.  You talk to her about it.  If she says yes,
then we'll see."

   We walked upstairs.  Diane had wine waiting for me and looked at us
expectantly.  Rose hugged her mother and holding her tight nudged her into
the kitchen while I waited in the living room.

   They came out after I had finished my glass of wine.  Diane sat down
next to me on the sofa, and looked into my eyes.  I felt as though she was
reaching into my soul and examining it for stains or imperfections.  Trying
to remain calm and silent I sat still under her scrutiny.  Rose stood in
the doorway, twisting on one foot, and playing with her hair nervously. 
Finally Diane broke the silence.

   "This is very strange.  What's most odd about it, is that the same idea
had occurred to me over dinner." She paused.  "I don't know what anyone
outside this house would say if they knew I was about to ask a man, one
that I have only known for two or three days, to discipline my daughter."
She paused again.  "But I guess I don't care what they might think and I
guess I trust you.  Please promise, both of you, to keep it secret within
these walls."

   I sat quietly, not knowing what to say.  The situation was indeed odd,
so I waited for them to make the first move.  They waited too, and I
finally felt compelled to break the painful silence.

   "When do we do this?  How to we do this?" I asked.

   "Oh, there's is no 'We' that involves me!" Diane said emphatically. 
"Don did the spanking and I never could stand to watch.  Rosie will have to
tell you, or you'll do it however you did it with your girls.  Just,
please, don't harm her.  That's all I ask."

   "I promise, Diane.  She'll probably think she's getting off easy.  Uh,
well, okay then.  Rose, where and when?" I asked.

   "In the rec room downstairs?  now?" she whispered.

   I looked at Diane questioningly, and she nodded, so I stood and followed
Rose down the stairs.  As I was closing the door behind me, I could hear
Diane mounting the stairs towards her bedroom.

   Once we were downstairs, I asked, "Do you want me to spank you like your
Dad did?" to which she nodded.  "You'll have to tell me then."

   She directed me to a straight backed wooden chair, which I pulled out to
the center of the room.

   She nodded, repeatedly when I asked, "Is this the actual chair he sat
in? How did he spank you then?  Over his knee with his bare hand?"

   She nodded again, so I sat and waited while she seemed to gather her
nerves.  Suddenly, she ran to the stairs, and I thought she had lost her
resolve completely.

   "I forgot something.  I'll be right back." she called over her shoulder.
True to her word, she was back in a flash with a small brown bottle which
she set on the floor by the chair.

   Then, slowly and almost robotically, she started to unsnap the waist of
her jeans and I was secretly excited with this development.  She had
slender legs and a very firm, and well-proportioned bottom.  I was even
more excited when her T-shirt came off and she proceeded to unsnap her bra
and lower her panties.  Her breasts were already a full b-cup, with small
tight nipples and swelling pink areolas.  Her pubic area was shaved bare
and only showed a smooth, puffy slit between her legs.  She was ready for a
completely nude discipline session, and I was hard pressed to not just
stare.

   "Did you always strip nude for spankings?" I asked matter of factly, as
she stepped to my side.

   "Yes, since I was a little girl, we always did it this way.  Should I
put my panties and bra back on for you?" She asked nervously in a cracking
dry voice.

   "No, you've already gone this far, let's just do it the way your Dad
would have done it.  You'll have to tell me how many and if I do it hard
enough, or too hard." I clarified.  She nodded her assent, and slowly lay
across my lap.  Thankfully, she lay far enough towards my knees that she
did not press up against my full scale erection.  I would have been
mortified if she had felt my arousal.

   "When spanked my girls, I always made sure to talk about why they were
getting spanked.  You've already told me why you deserve this, but I need
you to be honest and tell me everything that happened.  Did Rich actually
do anything or was it all talk?  Did you let him touch you intimately?" She
silently nodded, so I asked asked, "Where?"

   "We just kissed and he touched my breasts and thighs through my
clothes." She said quietly.  "He never saw me naked."

   "Never touched your bare breasts?  Are you telling the truth?" she
twisted a little as I waited for her reply.  I found it hard to believe
that a guy alone with a ripe young girl like Rose could resist trying to
get her undressed.  "Well?" I insisted, resting my hand on her ass, while
she lay shaking across my lap.

   "Okay, he did.  He undid my bra and rubbed my breasts but that's when I
made him stop because he wanted me to suck him."

   "Did he take his penis out?" I asked, and she shook her head.

   "He wanted me to unzip him."

   "How would your Dad have punished you for letting him fondle you like
that?" I pressed.

   Her slender, smooth body shuddered and twisted beneath me and she
whispered, "I don't know."

   "Rose, if we're going to do this, you are going to have to be honest and
forthright with me." I said sternly.

   She took a deep breath and after a pause, said, "He probably would have
swatted my titties for letting Rich touch them."

   "Okay that's better.  Now I propose 20 smacks on your bottom to start.
Then we'll see about your breasts.  How's that sound?" and she just nodded.

   I brought my hand down hard on her ass, and heard her inhale sharply and
flinch.  When I asked if she could take it harder, she silently affirmed
with a nod.  I brought my hand down even harder and she gasped.  I
continued with a regular rhythm until I reached twenty and her ass was
bright and uniformly pink.  She lay there across my lap breathing hard.  I
wanted to gently rub her ass, but refrained and raised my feet up on my
toes, causing my knees to rise, indicating she should stand.  Slowly she
rose, but I indicated that she should kneel between my knees with her right
side facing me.

   "Put your hands up behind your neck, Rose, and raise your elbows high."
I ordered.  When she had complied, her back was slightly arched and her
gorgeous breasts were thrust out over my right thigh.

   "I am thinking 5 on each breast.  Does that sound about right?" I asked
firmly.  She nodded grimly, and only then did I notice the tears, streaking
her eye liner, making black lines down her cheeks.  I steeled my resolve,
and gave an awkward swat to her right breast.  The firm flesh bounced under
my hand but I had clearly not made the sharp contact that we both expected.
I reach down and holding the sides of her rib cage, guided her body to a
position where I could strike her more effectively.

   "I'll start again." I said, and swiftly struck her right breast sharply
on the nipple, feeling the tender flesh compress under my hand.  She let
out a yelp, and brought her elbows forward and down.  I straightened her
and continued, until after the fifth blow her right breast was as pink as
her ass.  I repeated the process until her left breast was glowing pink and
the nipple and areola were both slightly swollen.

   "Okay.  I hope this was the lesson you needed and expected." I stated,
and she murmured "yes."

   When I indicated that she should dress, she shook her head and reached
down for the small brown bottle.

   "My Dad said that vitamin E oil, would keep my skin soft and help the
swelling go away.  You have to rub it in." She said looking at me
expectantly.

   "On your breasts?" I asked and she nodded.  Slowly I poured a small
amount of the oil on each breast near the nipple and watched it flow slowly
over her skin.  Her eyes went from mine to the pink objects of my focus,
and back, with only the smallest perceptible smile on her face,
acknowledging that she had me entranced.  I began to gently rub the oil in,
caressing and fondling her breasts as I did so.  Her head tilted back and
she could not stifle a soft moan of pleasure.  I stopped suddenly and she
could not hide her disappointment.  Her hand went up to mine and she gave
me a pleading look as she pressed my hand to her soft flesh.  I could not
resist and continued massaging her breasts for a few more moments before I
stopped and indicated that she should stand.  She did, but to my surprise,
returned to her former position, laying on her belly across my lap.  I
poured a little more liberal quantity of the oil over her ass cheeks and
began to rub it there as well.  Mesmerized I watched several drops slide
down the soft flesh between her legs to her inner thighs, and to my
pleasure, she seemed to feel it too and spread her legs a little wider,
inviting me to catch the drops.  I slid my hand between her legs to I rub
the stray drops in to her tender skin.  As I did so, my hand brushed the
labia of her smooth, soft pussy causing her to gasp, but instead of
clamping her legs together, she spread them wider, inviting me to further
explorations.  I poured a little more oil on my hand and continued rubbing
her ass, but extended my rubbing down the back of her thighs and between
her legs.  When I brushed lightly against her pussy, she spread her legs a
even wider and I heard her murmur, "Please..."

   I did not deny her and started gently stroking the length of her labia,
heightening her obviously growing arousal.

   "Did your Dad do this for you?" I asked in a whisper as one finger
slipped between the youthful labia.

   "Mmmhmmm..." she moaned.  "He always made me feel so good afterwards. 
He said it showed he loved me..."

   Careful not to probe forcefully into what I assumed was her virginal
canal, I met with the tight obstacle of her intact hymen.  Gently rubbing
my thumb up inside her and my finger on her clitoris, I quickly brought her
to a shaking and shivering climax.  Virgin though she was, she was
obviously not new to orgasms and came quickly to her pleasure.  I continued
rubbing slow circles on her ass, down her thighs and up the small of her
back as she seemed to melt limply across my knees.  Eventually she roused
herself, and rose off my lap, to kneel at my side with her head resting on
my knees.

   "Thank you.  That was even better than my Dad did." She said, raising
her head to look at me with a smile and her face still streaked with her
makeup and tears.

   "You're welcome.  Now get dressed and please, never tell anyone about
this spanking or the little massage that I just gave you.  Not even your
mother."

   She made a solemn cross over her bare chest, her breasts pink and
glistening with the restorative oil, and then made a ziplock motion over
her smiling lips.

   She dressed as if in a dream and floated up the stairs ahead of me,
straight to her room on the second floor.  Diane heard us emerge and came
quietly downstairs, pointing silently to the living room, with two wine
glasses in her hand.  As we sat, she handed me a second glass of wine.  She
didn't talk immediately, but finally said, "I know not to ask what happened
down there, just tell me.  Is she okay?"

   "She's better than okay.  She's a good kid.  She needed that spanking
almost as a catharsis - a release from a lot of built up tension since her
Dad's sudden passing.  He spanked her pretty regularly, didn't he?"

   "Yes.  Sometimes, weekly.  I wasn't always sure why or what she had
done, but it seemed to have a positive effect on her.  I was afraid for a
while that he was molesting her, but I knew he wasn't.  He was a good man,
and I had assurances from her pediatrician that there were no signs of
abuse."

   "You asked?"

   "I told her that Rosie was behaving oddly, using very inappropriate
grown up words, and I was concerned that perhaps a teacher or counsellor at
camp had abused her or something.  She examined Rosie, and talked to her.
She assured me that there were no signs of abuse." She explained.

   "Well, I better go.  It's getting late." I said setting my half-finished
wine glass on the coffee table.  Diane put her hand on my knee and
restrained me.  The look in her eyes told me that she was ready for me, and
I could have her with just a touch, but somehow it seemed wrong at the
moment.  I needed time to think of what had just happened and what I was
getting into.  Nonetheless, I leaned forward and brushed my lips against
hers.  Oh, yes, the spark was there.

   "Thank you for a lovely dinner and for trusting me with Rose." I said.

   "You call her Rose.  Did she tell you that was what her Dad called her?
His little Rose..."

   "Yes, Little Girl, she did tell me.  And she said only her mother called
her Rosie."

   I stood, and steeled my resolve to go.  Diane stood with me, and put her
arms around my waist, pulled me close and went up on her tiptoes to kiss
me. I returned the kiss with passion, but broke off.

   "Please.  It's too soon for us to end up in bed.  Besides, I am old
enough to be your Daddy, little girl!" I insisted.

   "I can wait.  Please, don't make me wait too long, Daddy." She purred
and released me.

   I leaned down and kissed her again, before turning to the door and
walking, with more purpose than I felt, straight home.



   End Chapter 1

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