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THE FIRST TIME PART 2Hong Kong, six months laterLaughter from downstairs. Katie (Uncle Edgar liked ‘Katie’better than ‘Kate’ so she was now officially ‘Katie’) listened tothe male guffaws without interest. Uncle Edgar had so manyguests over all the time. Anyway, they kept him busy. There wasso much entertaining in Asia. Uncle Edgar said it was part ofdoing business. They had been at it for a couple of hours now,long after the cook and maid had served dinner, cleared thedishes and left for the night. Katie could smell the cigarettesmoke and the clink of cocktail glasses from the party going onbelow, now and then the karaoke machine with the accompanyingChinese voices.Anyway, it occupied Uncle Edgar’s time which was o.k. with Katie. She would have been in bed much sooner (Uncle’s Rule #9: lightsout at 9:00 pm) but his mind was on his guests right now. Maybehe had even forgotten what day it was, Katie hoped fretfully. SoKatie continued to read quietly, hoping to finish the magazineshe was reading. It was an English copy of “Teen Babe” magazine. She couldn’t pick up a word of Chinese which wasn’t taught to heranyway, so she was always excited when Uncle gave her a copy justin from the overseas packet. She was engrossed in reading anarticle called “When To Tease And When To Please,” all aboutdating tips. She had been reading it all night, over and overagain. It had just the most super advice, like:Tease Tip #1 Boys love it just scads when a girl wears tightpullovers! But remember,Please Tip #1 Your bra should be easy for him to take off oncehe gets underneath that sweater! Katie blew on her drying red nails and carefully turned themagazine page and continued reading.Tease Tip #2 Boys like it when you ask them to do things forthem because you can’t– ‘you’re just a girl’, butPlease Tip #2 Boys don’t like it when you ask too much. Don’tbe a ‘space’– remember your place!Too much reading at one time was beginning to bore her. Sheflipped the cover over. A beautiful blonde girl stared up ather. The model was so hot-looking (‘inappropriate thought’ theteacher would say! and Uncle wouldn’t say anything; he’d justtake poor Katie over his knee!). But Katie couldn’t help it andslowly the limp cock stirred. Katie blew on her fingers again androlled onto her flat, trim tummy, squashing the growth before thetroublemaker began rubbing itself raw against the metal mesh ofthe chastity belt. She emptied her mind of the thoughts thenre-addressed the cover consciously. Yes, the model was pretty. Yes, Katie bet she had many boyfriends. Once again she was justanother girl, nothing more. The stirring stopped and Katie wasgrateful. It was happening less and less but it never went awayentirely. It caused her too many problems. She blew on hernails again.”Katie!” It was Uncle Edgar! “I know you’re awake! Get downhere– I want to introduce you to some guests!”She frowned. “Uh, Uncle, I’m not really dressed,” she pleadedlamely through the door.”Now!” Uncle Edgar boomed.Katie rolled off the bed. She had on a pair of black cottonpanties and a matching soft-cup black cotton training brassiere. She grabbed her pink silk kimono top and slipped into it, tying the waist knot of the sash tight. It only adiosbet yeni giriş accentuated her lovely curved hips but Katie was not aware of this as she sashayed down the steps, obediently smiling.”Yes, Sir?”The two Asians were seated on a wide leather couch. One wasolder, the other a younger more protege-looking type. They spoketo each other in rapid, excited Mandarin, smiling and gaping ather. Her uncle sat across from them in an arm chair. He pattedhis knee.She kept her head bowed and minced over, seating herself daintilyon his knee. His arm encircled her waist, finding a home rightunder the band of Katie’s panty’s thin elastic band. Her handsfolded over one another and rested on top of it. Edgar switched to Mandarin now, though he knew Katie wouldn’tunderstand it. “My little whore, Katie! You like gentlemen?”The protege smiled widely at first, but held his tongue as theolder Chinese gave a more neutral expression.”Pretty like your American actress Jodie Foster. But like theactress, her breasts are small.””It can be arranged that they are larger, whatever your needs arewe can accommodate, I assure you!” Edgar patted his ‘niece’s’knee. Katie squirmed. “Bigger if you like. This one is mineand I prefer her this way.”The Chinese nodded, then matched his protege’s smile. “In thiscase, I see possibilities. Certain Hong Kong businessmen wouldenjoy such a pretty dove as your– niece. And your supply issecure.” It was a shielded question, not intended to implydisbelief but to signal it.Edgar nodded and slapped Katie’s thigh, bringing a brief red risefrom the pale skin. “Mr. Chang, there are more where Katie camefrom. All I need is your ordering information and I canguarantee delivery within eight months. As well as guarantee of avolume of at least two million US dollars.”The older Chinese nodded and rose. The younger man did likewise. As if on pre-arranged cue, the two bowed.”You have been a most gracious host and your proposition has beenwell-received. May I trouble to ask one last question?”Edgar offered open palms. “Anything, Mr. Chang.””Why you do this? You are most wealthy and prosperous. You notneed to trade in these goods.”Edgar bowed and walked the two to the door. As he showed themout, he answered. “School pride, Mr. Chang. Chalk it up to anold b-ball player for Elgin Academy.”The two Chinese shook their heads, unsure of what the round-eyesmeant, but smiling politely as they bid goodnight. Edgar closedthe door and turned to his niece.”You probably thought I had forgotten what day it is, didn’tyou?”Katie’s false smile dissolved. Abruptly, she stood up, handsfolded in front of her. “Uh, no sir. You never forget.””Too bad for you, huh Katie?” He took a last swig from hishighball and placed the empty glass on an end table. Then UncleEdgar pulled out a sheet of paper from the breast pocket of hissuit jacket and looked it over, holding his hand in his chin ashe contemplated the typed words. He reseated himself in thearmchair. Katie unwillingly positioned herself, standing infront of her seated uncle. “Friday, as we both know is Review Day. Since you’re a maturinggirl of sixteen and a half, it is important to make sure you aregrowing up correctly. adiosbet giriş And there are some interesting things onthe list this week. So let’s review the notes I have on you,Katie. Ah, a note from your teacher, Mrs. Lee at the EnglishSchool. It seems you had a run in your stockings on Monday–very unladylike. Can you explain this?”Katie remembered– she had bumped up against a desk leg and ithad put a small run in her white stockings. It hadn’t been thatbad. She had repaired it with her nail polish as she had beentaught in the Girl’s Lavatory and hoped her instructors hadn’tseen it. She had been wrong.”It was a small run, Uncle Edgar. And if you let me wearpantyhose, I could have borrowed some from a friend,” Katiewhined.Uncle Edgar waved the explanation away brusquely. “We’re NOTgoing to have that discussion again. Proper young ladies likeyou wear stockings and garters– NOT pantyhose! The next thingwould be pants for God’s sakes!” He laughed at that ridiculousconcept. “Next year we can talk about possibly letting you wearthigh highs, but for now, you’ll be more careful– understand?”Katie swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.””Fine.” He marked the list. “Three spanks for thatindiscretion. Now, I have a note from Ms. Ky, your gymnasticsinstructor, that you have received a C- on your half termroutine. Why?”Katie pulled the kimono tight. “I can’t do splits, Uncle. thegirls can–“”You mean the OTHER GIRLS can, but you can’t. You’re a girl too,remember Katie?” His eyes bored into her and she nodded.”Yes, Uncle, I mean the other girls. But I can’t because of–“That answer was clearly unacceptable, because Uncle Edgar wavedsilence on her. “You’re not practicing enough. You WILL learnto do a split properly, learn to do the uneven bars and learn todo cartwheels and flips. You will find that your chastity beltwill allow you to do all this. If not, we’ll see a doctor aboutmaking you physically able to do this. Are we clear?”Katie grimaced. “Yes, Sir. But,” she smiled brightly, “I didget a B on my math quiz!”Uncle Edgar smiled. “Yes, but what good will that do you, Katie? You’re a girl and girls like you will never be good in math–it’s a fluke. Besides you spend too much on math. I’m takingyou out of that class. I want you to learn French instead. Won’t that be fun– French is the language of romance, youknow!”Katie answered with a doubtful smile. “Now, a C- deserves, oh, five spanks. Next, I see Mrs. Wong sayswhen she took you to Kowloon to help her shop, she noticed achipped nail!”Katie nodded, accepting the blame. “Yes, Sir. I know I mustkeep better care of my nails.” “Let me see them now,” commanded Uncle Edgar.She presented her hands, palms down. He held her soft, smallhands, examining hem for flaws. But the nails were a perfect setof hot pink well-shaped long finger nails. “Since they are ingood shape, just one spank. Now let’s see, we have a total ofnine spanks for this week! Well, very good Katie! That is threeless than last week! Congratulations!”Katie grinned proudly. Last week’s no-nos had really put thefear of God into her. Her butt had really paid a price. Fine,she would only get nine. She could live through it, as long asthere was hope adiosbet güvenilirmi that some day she wouldn’t have any, that somedayshe wouldn’t be a she any more! She had hooked her thumbs intoher panties to pull them down and present herself for her weeklycorrection, when Uncle Edgar wagged a finger.”Not yet, sweet thing. There’s one more I left off– becauseit’s so especially naughty.”Katie sucked in a breath as he pulled out a small piece of pinkpaper.”A sheet from your diary, missy. You see, I was reading throughit the other day to make sure you were putting down all yourlittle thoughts like you’re supposed to and I noticed a page hadbeen ripped out. I wondered, why would Katie rip a page out–had she written something inappropriate? But I couldn’t find it.” He shook his head in mock gravity. “Well, as your uncle, I hadto get to the bottom of it. So I asked Ms. Chan the housekeeperif she had seen anything like it. And do you know what she toldme?”Katie’s eyes had widened into watery half-dollars, ready to spillfrightened tears. She nodded sadly.”Of course you do, because you gave it to her to pass on. Here–is this yours?” He unfolded the note and handed it to his niece.Katie regarded it ruefully. What had she been thinking to havedone this? To Anybody’s Attention,Please help me! I am being kept as a sex slave by a crazybusinessman named Edgar Stiffington in Hong Kong. He has had meturned into a girl named Katie and tells people I am his niece,but I am really a boy! I don’t remember my real name because ofthe things they have done to me and I look like a girl, but I amreally a boy! Please help– he makes me do things I don’t liketo do and he punishes me if I don’t do them the way he likes! I know this sounds crazy, but if you can read this, then you haveto help me!Uncle Edgar gently pulled the page out of his niece’s hand andtore it into tiny pieces of confetti. “Too bad Mrs. Chan can’tread English. Too bad she couldn’t understand what you weretrying to tell her. Oh well– you’ll just have to be punishedfor this bit of misbehavior. Too bad. I think eleven spanks arein order for this– for an even twenty. Go on Katie, you knowwhat to do.”Twenty! She hadn’t had that many for many months! But she hadbeen bad, very, very bad, and she knew she deserved it. Because,tonight she realized that she WAS Katie, WAS a sixteen and a halfyear old girl, and she WAS and would ALWAYS BE her uncle’splaything. With a genuine penitence, she slipped off her kimonotop and pulled down her black cotton bikini panties. Trembling,she d****d herself over uncle’s knees. She could already feelthe hard cock underneath his trousers coming to life.Edgar looked at the nude pale moons in his lap. As he alwaysdid, he effortlessly unhooked Katie’s training bra, pulling thestraps back and leaving her back bare except for the innocentfreckles. Before raising his open palm, he fingered the softwires that ran up between her cheeks and around her waspy waist. A slight tug on it brought a moan from Katie. He grinned.”Your troublemaker, Katie– it’s what leads you straight into allthis naughtiness! Imagine– you a boy! Why you’re just theprettiest, sexiest little niece an uncle like me could everhave!” He raised his palm and dropped it hard on Katie’s rump.”Bad little girl! I’ll teach you not to think you’re a boy!”And so the correction continued. And after it was over, heruncle taught Katie just how to be a good little girl. He wassuch a thoughtful man. THE END
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