Weekend at Aunt Emma's
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				Title: <strong>Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:10:57</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Characters/Players</strong></span><br>Aunt Emma - Zamdrist<br>Annie - Gnerdygirl<br><br><strong>Premise:</strong> A weekend at Aunt Emma's in NYC.<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Tone/Flavor: </strong>Spanking, light bondage, dominant/submissive play.<br><strong>Setting:</strong> New York City, Spring of 1963.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Aunt Emma</strong></span><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Marcia-pennington-1962.jpg)<br><br>Emma Whitley's shiny heels clicked sharply on the polished tiles of the formal lobby of her building. Although it wasn't her building exactly, she worked there nevertheless. After finishing college and enduring tedious internships at various locations, she had finally landed a managerial position. It was a dreadfully boring company, life insurance sales. The position did suit her though as she was an excellent leader of women and truth be told, she got a real kick out of it all. Out the rotating doors and onto the busy streets Emma swept confidently; glad to be away from work and looking forward to a vacation of sorts. Men's eyes slid over her presence as she navigated her way to the subway. Their eyes as always lingered over her generous bosom, and womanly hips but almost always averted away from the confident sparkle, if always playful glint in her dark blue eyes. No matter, she had little time for men and not much more for her guilty indulgence, other women.<br><br>If only people knew the decedent pleasures Ms. Whitley, business like and seemingly proper would indulge herself in. Her formative years in the Army Nursing Corps in France had left an indelible mark on Emma. One chance encounter on leave in Paris and a dominatrix with a taste for young nurses turned Emma's whole idea of sexuality on its head. Finding an outlet for such pleasures since, had not come easy. Though by word of mouth and cleverly worded singles ads, opportunities were found. In a city as large as New York, just about any taste could be catered to if you looked in the right places.<br><br>A warm breeze blew past Emma's brunette curls as she made her way down into the subway station. The train dropped her off a block from her apartment building. This was to be a special weekend as her niece was to visit. The unscheduled, last minute arrangement had come as a complete surprise to Emma. She hadn't spoken to her sister in years, and had never had the opportunity to meet her teenage niece. Emma suspected her sister's husband was controlling and likely didn't approve of Emma's independence and unseemly confidence.<br><br>The local grocer had all she needed for the weekend, soda pop, chips and makings for pepperoni pizza. Unwed and childless at thirty-six Emma knew little of teenage girls, at least those of today's variety. Still, she wasn't completely clueless and suspected her collection of records would hit the right note, as well as her stack of French fashion magazines.<br><br>Emma's new position afforded her a reasonably fine suite within the downtown district. An elevator took her half way up the high rise to her floor, finally away from all the noise and bustle of the city. Her apartment was nicely appointed with a large living room and picturesque window looking out over the city sky scape. Her kitchen was small but functional with a dining area attached, down a hall a small guest bedroom, bathroom and her own bedroom.<br><br>With the groceries put away Emma saw to seeing the guest bedroom was in order with clean, fresh sheets and extra blankets. The dresser was empty but for a special item of note, once forgotten, and now brought back a flood of fond and very naughty memories. The only item left in the top drawer of the dresser was a heavy brass handled brush; a French antique Emma brought back on her travels. The memories came back easily, that of a young, naive nurse far from home and at the mercy of a beautiful, if intimidating French woman some might call of ill-repute. The French woman taught Emma all she knew, from delicious punishments, to divine rewards. She was never the same again, and no other woman could muster the authority to dominate her like she did. Rather, Emma took all she learned and plied her new found talents on willing and like minded nurses and there she found her place.<br><br>Emma reverently placed the antique hair brush back in the top dresser drawer. Her niece would be arriving within the hour and there were still mundane tasks to see to before she arrived. A rare and surprising feeling swept through Emma, butterflies. She looked forward to the visit and getting to know her niece at last.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Hairbrush.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 01:10:17</strong>
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				(http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/pidgett/VI/2619072526_868630e47f.jpg)<br><br>Annie rang the doorbell and waited patiently in the hallway, her little purse clasped in front of her in both gloved hand. She trained her eyes on the immaculately painted apartment door.&nbsp; She’d never met an aunt before, though the other kids at school had them, of course. She was a little fascinated with the idea that her mother had a sister. Annie was an only child herself, and couldn’t quite fathom how her own mom could have a duplicate, of sorts.<br><br>Her modest suitcase rested on the rug next to her brand-new maryjane shoes. She’d felt so grown-up when her mom let her select a pair with a stacked heel as a special treat, probably intended to appease Annie since she was being left behind in New York City while her parents were jetting off for some exotic vacation.<br>&nbsp;<br>Of course, she’d never seen New York either. If where they were going was more amazing than this enormous city, she was almost glad they’d left her behind! She’d like to start small in her exploring, if this was what being a world-traveler entailed!<br>She took a final moment to straighten her short dress coat and the little lace hat her mom insisted she wear on outings, even though other girls were growing out of hats and they were becoming a bit old-fashioned. Her dark blonde hair shone with it’s own light and at least in her opinion, needed no ornamentation.<br><br>What would this Aunt Emma be like? She really hoped not like a wicked old woman from fairy tales about crones and hags, both words her father had used to describe the woman. If her folks hadn’t won the vacation and had to take it almost immediately, and needed a sitter for her on incredibly short notice, Annie was pretty sure that she may have never met this aunt until someone’s funeral.<br>She caught her breath sharply as the door began to open. Here goes!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 08:05:41</strong>
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				Emma busied herself with making herself presentable, and changed into a pair of snug capris, white and tapered just past her knees. After trying on several tops, she settled on a loose and comfortable blue blouse with thin spaghetti straps. Before her vanity in the bedroom she touched up her make up, glossing her lips, applying fresh shadow and liner. It occurred to her, bemused, that this wasn't a date, but a visit from her niece, her teenage niece. Why was she going through all the trouble of prettying herself up? She shook her head, amused at herself, the butterflies ever present with each passing moment.<br><br>She made a last pass through the living room seeing that all was in order. Before a comfortable divan was a long glass coffee table. Fanned out on one of the table were a stack of French fashion magazines; Elle, Bazaar, and Vogue. On the other end stood a small and curious sculpture of polished wood. Two nude feminine figures oddly shaped fluted upward from a hollowed out base, intertwined with long arms wrapped around each other. There was a television of course, as well as matching love seat and recliner. A radio and record player sat in their own corner, along with Emma's collection of music. Her taste was eclectic to be sure, but included many hits of the day too. On the walls, all throughout her cozy suite hung prints of various artists such as Monet and Picasso, some even picturing scantily clad women of the Renaissance era.<br><br>To the uninterested passing eye, one might not make anything of Emma's selections of magazines and art, but if one looked closely surely one would come to the conclusion that there was more to this Ms. Whitley than met the eye at first glance.<br><br>When the bell rang, Emma nearly came out of her skin, her heart skipping a beat. At the door, Emma took a quick, deep breath and opened it.<br><br>Before her stood a charming young lady. Her eyes were first drawn to her shiny dark blond hair with the precious lace hat atop her head. Her eyes moved down, past her dress coat to her seemingly new shoes.<br><br>'My! You must be Annie. Aren't you just the prettiest thing? Come in, come in please..."<br><br>Emma stood aside, welcoming her niece Annie with a wave of her hand and a twinkle in her playful and friendly eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:36:43</strong>
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				Annie offered her aunt a pretty little smile. "Hi. Yes, I'm Annie."<br><br>She bent to pick up her little suitcase. It was quite a bit heavier than it looked, but she was careful to only carry it herself. No nosey questions would be pestering her!<br><br>She stepped carefully inside and looked around the living room with huge eyes. The apartment was so different than the countryside kitsch her mother had affected in her own home. <br><br>"Wow! This place is neat! Is it all yours?" She smiled shyly again to her aunt. "I mean, does anyone else live here with you? And where can I put my things? They're a little heavy."<br><br>She felt a blush creep over her cheeks and forced herself to stop talking. She was probably presenting herself to this worldly woman as a little hick girl straight out of the countryside! She dropped her eyes to the toes of her shoes.
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:01:51</strong>
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				Questions spilled out of the wide eyed Annie almost immediately. Emma smiled yet suppressed a small laugh, not wanting to further embarrass the already blushing young lady. Emma was not too surprised, knowing her sister well, that she would make certain Annie was prim and properly dressed. The outdated lace hat Annie wore was proof enough of that. No matter, Emma fully planned to corrupt her only niece with scandalous fashions and a taste of big city life.<br><br>Over her shoulder Emma said, "Follow me," and Emma gave her niece a tour of her suite. They passed through the living room, with the couch and coffee table, the magazines fanned out and the sculpture prominently displayed. They went down the hall where the guest bedroom, the master bedroom and bathroom were found. Aunt Emma's bedroom, the largest of all rooms, even the living room, was dominated by a large four poster canopied bed. It was in fact her prized possession. It sat high off the ground, with drawers fashioned into its base. Each of the four posts that supported the canopy were white ash, carved to resemble Grecian pillars. The bedspread was a soft blue color dotted with white embroidered flowers. To one side was a long French credenza and an enormous vanity. In a large walk in closet there lie rows upon rows of shoes and hung far too many clothes, dresses and coats.<br><br>They left Emma's room and she pointed out the bathroom, bright and clean with a shower and free standing claw-footed tub.<br><br>The guest room where Annie would stay was simply appointed, the twin bed with sheets and spread matching Aunt Emma's blue and white flowers. The room was otherwise unfurnished but for a simple dresser and a closet she used for storage.<br><br>"Well here you are, make yourself comfortable, freshen up, change clothes if you wish," Aunt Emma said.<br><br>"I imagine you're famished no? I thought we'd make a pizza tonight together, stay in and watch some television. Tomorrow I can take you out on the town and show you some things. How does that sound?"
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:24:07</strong>
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				Annie followed her aunt through the apartment obediently, trying her hardest not to appear downright wide-eyed and ecstatic with curiousity. Which was precisely what she was, but no matter.<br><br>She immediately fell in love with Emma's big bed. It was like a princess's bed from a storybook! Her aunt's whole house was lovely, but especially the bedroom. She could spend an entire vacation in a room like that, sprawled out on the beautiful coverlet with piles of books and a box of chocolate covered raisins.<br><br>Aunt Emma's closet, though, was something else! Annie couldn't imagine what she'd ever do with so many beautiful clothes and shoes. Her aunt must be some kind of fashion model! She certainly was good-looking enough, though her figure was a bit more curvy than the stick-thin girls she was seeing in commercials more and more often. Those commercials, mostly for new makeup or flaunting the young ladies to help sell a new car or gadget for Dad, usually prompted her mother to stand up and switch off the television. Annie was always disappointed, in some vague and unformed way, when her mother shook her head and said something beneath her breath about the pretty young girls on the little black and white screen.<br><br>Her bedroom was just perfect for a weekend stay. She even had a bedspread like the one on her aunt's big bed! She couldn't resist her huge grin as she carefully lay her suitcase on the dresser.<br><br>"This is great!" She fairly ran over with bubbly excitement. "I love your house! Perfect." Annie was too shy to hug her aunt, but in her giddyness, she came very close to daring to do so! She even stepped a few inches closer, but stopped herself, her cheeks burning hot. "I'd like to have&nbsp; bath. Pizza sounds lovely, thank you. Should I put on my nightgown, or do you dress for dinner?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:05:56</strong>
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				Emma was pleased to see Annie light up, the joy and excitement in her eyes clear and obvious. The girl was most beautiful when she smiled, and for seemingly the first time, Emma found Annie's eyes intriguing - almost alluring. The thought of this young, nubile lady prancing around her suite in nothing but a nightgown rather pleased Emma. As soon as the naughty thought entered her mind, she shoved it aside, chastising herself for even thinking it. This was her niece, her sister's daughter, and nothing else. Right?<br><br>Without even giving it a moment's thought, the vernier of that professional business woman began to fade away, and in its place slowly emerged that transformed woman, that firm and dominant creature of beauty that could bring most anyone to submission, and eagerly.<br><br>Reflexively Emma licked her glossy red lips at Annie's proximity. The seeds of attraction were planted, even if neither Aunt Emma or Annie recognized it.<br><br>"Yes Annie. Take a bath and change into something comfortable," ordered Aunt Emma, punctuating the directive with a firm pat to Annie's bottom, harder than she intended. Emma turned away and left Annie to her own devices before the girl saw the color in her cheeks.<br><br>"Ill lay out a towel and wash cloth for you."<br><br>Emma herself went to her bedroom and disrobed. Shuffling through the clothes in her closet she selected a silvery negligee and threw on a terry cloth, royal blue robe. In the living room, with the radio playing quietly she awaited Annie and flipped through her collection of fashion magazines.<br><br>While she gave the little awkward moment in the quest room no more thought, in the back of her mind she began to wonder if this weekend would go far differently than she or Annie imagined. Crossing her legs, sitting on the couch, she gave no thought to the amount of bare leg she was exposing or the licking of her lips as she flipped through the magazines of scandalously dressed and half-dressed women.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 21:23:01</strong>
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				Annie squeaked at Emma's firm pat on her rear end. She couldn't hide her own scarlet blush, and was incredibly thankful that her aunt didn't linger on to chat afterwards. <br><br>As soon as she was sure the woman was gone, Annie turned to her suitcase. She snapped it open and carefully began to find her nightgown, trying not to shift around her elaborately-folded clothes. She felt a delicious stirring in her belly as she smiled to herself; this weekend would be the perfect time to devour the stack of magazines she'd found in the dustbin in the alley behind her house. <br><br>They were most definitely NOT the type of reading material a teenager should have. Well, at least not a good, wholesome one! She'd kept them hidden and well-guarded for close to three weeks now, and was dying to get a good look at what was inside.<br><br>The girl took up her nightie, which bore it's own special treat wrapped deep inside. The gown was a worn-out pink cotton thing that reached nearly to her toes, and after finding a fresh pair of panties, she was ready for her bath.<br><br>She set her things on the floor next to the deep claw-foot tub and hummed softly to herself as she filled it with steaming water. After making sure the door was securely latched, and noticing that it didn't lock, she slipped out of her clothes, neatly folding her one-piece dress and draping it over the tank of the toilet. Her aunt had thoughtfully left her a very plush towel and washcloth, and she grabbed the latter as she climbed into the tub. It would make a perfect pillow for her neck while she soaked.<br><br>Annie sighed in ecstacy as she settled into the hot bath. She sat up long enough to snag her special treat from the folded nightgown. She propped the magazine on her tiny breasts and began slowly paging through it.<br><br>Glossy photos and crooked, sometimes amateurish type covered every page. Ladies were doing "it" with other ladies, and Annie could barely catch her breath as she devoured every image. This particular publication focused on spanking. Gorgeous girls took others over their knees and paddled them with all kinds of delicious implements. Annie's belly cramped with heat and arousal as she finally put the magazine aside. The bathwater was getting cold and her aunt was waiting for her!<br><br>She guiltily crammed the magazing between the folds of her dress and toweled off in a rush. Her face was a hot shade of pink, her tiny nipples hard as stones, but she hoped her aunt would be ladylike enough to assume that Annie's blush was from the hot bath, and would politely ignore the other.<br><br>After dropping her old dress on the end of the bed in her own room, Annie smoothed down her damp hair and tiptoed to the living room. She smiled to Emma, trying to push all the bad thoughts and images from her head, but she could barely even think to speak, the burning between her thighs was so bad!<br><br>Finally, she managed, "All set. I love your bathtub. What're you reading?"
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 02:44:08</strong>
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				Emma's eyes moved over the young lady that emerged from the bath, her niece. Annie was flushed with rosy cheeks, and while her pink nightgown was modest and appropriate enough, the girl's rising nipples that poked through the fabric couldn't be missed. If the little minx walked around in anything less modest than that gown, Emma would find it difficult to corral her desires. She shoved the naughty thoughts aside though, like an uninvited and most unexpected guest.<br><br>"Here, sit with me, " Emma said, patting her hand down on the couch beside her. On the coffee table before them Emma laid out several of the fashion magazines. The publications were all French and made of largely of European models in dresses and lingerie not yet found state-side. The magazines themselves were not easy to find, only a few distributors carried them in New York. While they were far removed from pornographic, there would be few venues in the US that wouldn't find such things scandalous, and least of all from the conservative blue collar town Annie hailed from. <br><br>Emma and Annie flipped through the pages of beautiful women in short and sexy evenings dresses, as well as women in sexy garters, brassieres, bustiers, fishnet stockings, and back seam hosiery. Emma pointed out ones she liked or did not, turning the pages slowly, looking to Annie for what sort of reaction she might have. It was all likely a whole new world for the young lady, never before seeing more than perhaps her mother's foundations, thick hose and pantaloons.<br><br>The evening couldn't be wasted completely, flipping through magazines however, and dinner time was pressing. Emma had promised Annie they would make a pizza. Yes, the distraction would be welcomed before she put any of these dirty thoughts in the back of her mind into action, heading down a course that would be difficult to turn away from, and perhaps even regret?
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 05:30:49</strong>
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				Annie knew, as she looked through the fashion magazines, that these photos were both very, very naughty, and very, very commonplace to some people. She wasn't sure exactly what to think of them. If a woman as cultured and seemingly modest as her aunt could own magazines like this, then perhaps women like her own mother were just dowdy and old-fashioned.<br><br>As they went through the different glossy fashion spreads, at times exchanging little comments, Annie felt a familiar rising heat in her belly. This was the same kind of sensation she got from flipping through the even more scandalous magazines she'd found and brought with her. What would her composed and refined aunt think of those pictures? She should have smiled, imagining the look of shock on the older woman's face, but instead found herself daydreaming about other possibilities...<br><br>When Emma finally set down the fourth magazine, Annie stopped her from selecting another, and effectively buying herself a break from the overwhelming sexual stimulation she was getting from them, by holding up a little hand.<br><br>"I'm hungry. Can we make pizza now?" She smiled shyly to Emma, hoping she wasn't blushing or aroused in any noticable way. "I'd love to help. I've never made pizza before."
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 06:47:21</strong>
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				In Emma's small kitchen aunt and niece set about the task of putting together the ingredients for a pepperoni pizza. It turned out to be the perfect remedy for two people, previously unacquainted. Together they kneaded the wet and sticky dough in a large bowl, making small talk and chatting like any two girl friends. With a spatula for each, they spread out the sauce on the dough, covering every inch of the dough covered pizza pan. From the refrigerator Emma retrieved the pepperoni and put Annie in charge of cutting the processed tube into thin slices, while Emma sprinkled a generous portion of shredded cheese over the sauce.<br><br>Emma could see Annie was struggling with the knife and was not cutting the pepperoni in thin enough slices. Standing behind her niece and holding her hand with the knife, she guided Annie's hand and demonstrated, shaving off a couple thin slices. She was loathe to step away from Annie's proximity and the warmth of the girl's body. Looking over the girl's head as she guided her hand provided an unobstructed view down the front of her nightgown. What she really wanted to do was to cup those lovely adolescent breasts in her hands and pinch her nipples through the cotton gown.<br><br>But of course, she didn't. Instead Emma pursed her lips together and inhaled through her nose. She stepped back from Annie and quickly filled the awkward silence with a brisk voice, "Well, see there that's better. Now let's places these slices on the pizza and get it in the oven! I'm starving!"<br><br>With the pizza in the preheated over and a timer set, the two returned to the living room. While they waited for the pizza to finish the two talked further. Emma asked Annie about her school and friends, as well as her mother and father. Emma answered Annie's questions too, about her work, and also told her stories about her nursing days in France and all the wonderful things she saw. She chose to leave out the more illicit adventures she experienced. All women have their secrets, Aunt Emma most of all.<br><br>The rest of the evening was spent devouring the tasty pizza and watching the Beach Boys on the Ed Sullivan Show. Both Aunt Emma and Annie bounced and wiggled in their seats to the popular song: <em>Surfin' USA</em>. Emma couldn't recall having such fun just sitting at home. But with Annie's company, hot pizza and good music, it wasn't hard at all.<br><br>The evening was wearing on however and Emma felt it was time for the two to head to their bedrooms. They shared a warm hug goodnight and Emma took a quick shower before retiring to her bedroom and Annie to her own. The edge of sexual tension was gone now, her stomach full of warm pizza, a smile still painted on her face as the turned off the lights and got under the covers. Her door was left partly open, not even giving it a thought for overnight company was rare. Emma lie there on her side, sleep not finding her quickly, her thoughts on making plans for tomorrow's adventures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 02:58:45</strong>
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				Annie was almost relieved after dinner, though she'd had a great time with her aunt. Emma was fascinating, and had endless intriguing stories to share about her life.<br><br>But Annie couldn't help it. She felt on edge around the woman and she wasn't sure why. Something about Emma made her stomach coil with a bit of sparkling heat that reminded her of how she felt when she looked at her secret collection of magazines.<br><br>She slipped into bed, pulling the covers high up over her, and waited. And waited. After a long time, which crawled by just because she was trying to find just the right moment, she crept from the bed again. She rolled her feet delicately over the floor, trying not to make a sound, and pushed her door, which had been left cracked open, all the way closed. She tiptoed to the little lamp on the dresser and flicked it on, then found her reading material from bathtime, still tucked safely in her folded clothes.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her pulse quickened as she climbed back into bed with the magazine. She licked her lips as she opened it, slowing paging through the glossy pictures, and wondered what it would be like to be the girl bent over the other's knee.
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 02:16:42</strong>
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				Sleep was not coming readily to Emma. She lie on her side with a pillow between her knees, wearing only a silky pair of French cut panties. She hoped Annie found sleep easier than she was finding it. Tomorrow would be a busy day of shopping and sight-seeing. They both would need their rest. Emma's eyes just began to droop, when a movement down the hall, from beyond the half open door of her bedroom caught her attention.<br><br>Annie it seemed, closed the door to her room. And then, underneath the door Emma saw a hint of light glowing. It seemed Annie could not sleep either. Poor thing, new place, and far from home. She should check on her, make sure she was okay.<br><br>Emma got up from bed, and despite her concern, she nevertheless moved carefully and silently. Donning a thin nightgown to over up, if only half-heartedly, Emma slipped down the hallway to the closed door leading to Annie's room.<br><br>Weighing curiosity versus concern, Emma stopped just beside the door. There Aunt Emma stood, just outside Annie's closed room, in her French cut panties and sheer nightgown, listening. Listening.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 18:06:28</strong>
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				Annie was completely lost in the images; her vivid imagination mostly earned her accusations of being dramatic, or constantly exaggerating. But in this case, it only served her well as she envisioned what it would be like to actually DO the things in these pictures! She licked her lips almost obsessively as she flicked back and forth through the pages.<br><br>Finally, it was too much. She had to do... it. She'd only masturbated a few times, and only when the heat in her belly was so intense it robbed her of her capacity to think straight. She'd been raised as a good girl, and good girls never touched themselves!<br><br>Annie's little hand slid under the covers, pushing them down to bare her belly. She carefully folded up her nightie, smiling as she propped herself up on her pillows and looked down at her pink cotton panties. Little girls' stuff, but who was going to see them? As she slipped her hand between her thighs, beneath the thin fabric, she closed her eyes with a soft gasp.
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 02:03:27</strong>
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				Emma heard the crinkle of pages being turned. And then she heard something else. Breathing? Sighing? She wasn't sure. Without ceremony and without knocking she opened the door and stepped in. What she saw surprised her, the look on her face and her wide eyes surely said what words could not.<br><br>There was her niece, little Annie, with her hand down the front of her pink panties, and before her lay a magazine, of which if only by a scant glance was easily guessed as something pornographic.<br><br>The little tart was masturbating. And not only that, but to pictures of - women? She would have to have a closer look to be sure.<br><br>"Here I thought you might have trouble falling asleep. I see now that is the case - small wonder, " said Emma, standing before Annie, hands on her hips.<br><br>"So this is how girls these days spend their evenings is it?"<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, Emma turned to the dresser and retrieved the hairbrush from the top drawer. Standing over Annie, she pointed the brush, waving it curtly as she emphasized her words. The brush was an antique from France, brass handled, with and ivory backing engraved with flowery designs. It was a beautiful piece of work and held fond memories.<br><br>"Where did you get that magazine Annie? Speak up girl. Do not lie to me." She left that last command hanging in the air, leaving what might happen if Annie did lie, a mystery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 02:05:49</strong>
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				Annie froze instantly, a tiny shriek of surprise escaping her lips. She shook her head, seeming to deny that she was doing <em>anything</em> wrong, as her aunt's angry tone berrated her.<br><br>"I... found it! In a dustbin. I'm just... looking," she murmured as she slipped her hand sheepishly from her panties. "Please... don't tell my mom! I'm a good girl. I don't know what she'd do!"<br><br>She hid her face in her hands, shaking her head still, and waited for her doom to fall from Emma's lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 02:27:29</strong>
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				Emma flipped through the pages of Annie's obsession, lying there open on the bed before them. It was a trashy piece of work, if charming in some ways. Women spanking other women, both nude and wearing various pieces of tacky lingerie. Women kissing and having sex, women licking other women. Emma flicked the pages over, looking to Annie and back to the magazine.<br><br>"Good girl huh? We shall see about that."<br><br>Emma knew exactly what to do.<br><br>Emma sat down on the bed and grabbed a hold of Annie's arm, "Come now, come girl - over my lap. Do as I say," she said seriously.<br><br>With the hairbrush still in hand and the magazine still lying open for both to see, Emma made her intentions clear. The naughty little tart was going to get what she seemingly so ardently desired.<br><br>"Over my lap here, come now," Emma said sternly.<br><br>Indeed her tone was serious, her voice stern and commanding. Though Annie may not yet realize, nothing her Aunt said was at all an admonishment or a rebuke. Her words might be commanding, but that was all a part of it, which Annie would soon come to realize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 19:06:21</strong>
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				Annie did as her aunt said, though she actually didn't realize that perhaps the woman wasn't meaning just to punish her. She was young enough that she clearly recalled the last spanking she'd had as discipline, and her face burned in shame as she decided this woman thought she was enough of a baby to still be treated this way.<br><br>She cautiously bent over Emma's lap, tears already standing in her eyes as she readied herself for the hairbrush. The magazine was open inches from her face, a spread of two lucious young women toying with lengths of black satiny rope and a small riding crop filling her field of vision. She she submitted herself to Emma, Annie suddenly realized...<br><br>Perhaps this wouldn't be entirely punishment?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 06:06:33</strong>
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				It wasn't like it did not occur to Emma the path she was about to go down was wrong. Estranged though they may have been prior to this weekend, Annie was her own flesh and blood. Her sister's teenage daughter. Even forgetting that for a moment, Emma was an adult woman and Annie only just on the cusp of womanhood.<br><br>Begrudgingly though she would have to admit the truth of it to herself. These were also all the same reasons she was now soaking wet, dampening the crotch of her panties darkly under the folds of her robe. Tentatively Annie lie across Emma's lap, and her aunt pushed up her nightie around her waist. There lie Annie in Aunt Emma's lap in her pink panties. In truth, the worn out, and slightly threadbare panties, if even adorable, were really no longer all that appropriate for Annie's age. They were perfect.<br><br>"So. You like girls do you Annie? Is that so?" Demanded Emma.<br><br><em>Smack.</em><br><br>The same heavy brass handled hairbrush that once kissed Emma's buttocks, now more than fifteen years ago, was laid across Annie's bottom in much the same fashion. For now, the panties would stay on, providing some measure of barrier between Annie tender skin and the hairbrush.<br><br>"You like to look at pictures of women doing these things, do you?" Emma said, referring to the magazine.<br><br><em>Smack. Smack.</em><br><br>Emma delivered a quick succession of two blows with the hairbrush, and with lovely results. Even through the panties Annie's cheeks blossomed up a rosy pink.<br><br>"Answer me Annie. Say the words, answer your Aunt Emma," not waiting for answer, Emma delivered the hairbrush's kiss nevertheless.<br><br><em>Crack!</em><br><br>The blow was likely the first that really stung and hurt. Emma paused, lying down the hairbrush and gently rubbed the girl's burning bottom. Annie's ass was as firm as it looked, the smooth curve of her buttocks a thing of beauty, yet untouched by the ravages of age or too many sweets. She'd kill to have that ass. The one in her lap though would have to do.<br><br>"Are these things girls' your age like to look at? Is it?" Emma turned the pages of the magazine, sordid and delectable scenes on each one, "are these the things you fantasize of? Are they? You want to taste another woman, don't you?"<br><br>Emma picked up the hairbrush once more, but this time also grasped a hold of Annie's hair in a fist.<br><br>"We shall see about that."<br><br><em>Crack! Crack! Crack!</em><br><br>Emma gripped Annie's hair firmly, delivering the blows as Annie jerked in startled pain across her lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 18:38:58</strong>
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				Annie squealed in surprise, then in shocked pain, with each smack from the brush. Tears began running down her cheeks as she breathlessly tried to answer Emma's questions. This was the most horrifying and most alluring experience of her own life. She was living out her dirtiest, most secret fantasy right now!<br><br>And how could she put this to a stop? Emma was her aunt, and obligated to be her guardian while Annie's parents were away. If the woman took it into her head to spank her, a good and obedient girl&nbsp; like Annie couldn't argue.<br><br>Finally, after breathessly struggling to escape the spanking, with her aunt's hand severely knotted in her hair, Annie managed, "Yes! I love these pictures... yes, I like girls..." Here she began to quietly sob. "Other girls my age don't do this. I'm just bad. I'm so sorry. Please, you're hurting me..."<br><br>She shifted her hips a bit, trying to wriggle out of Emma' grasp, and only succeeded in rubbing the swollen, aching nub between her thighs on the seam inside her cotton panties. She shivered, terrified of what Emma would do when she realized the girl was quickly soaking through the fabric in her excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 02:11:01</strong>
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				Emma's tone was stern and serious, her grip on Annie's hair unyielding but measured. Her questions, while demanding were also neither demeaning nor admonishing. In her excitement she may have gone a bit far, been a smidge too rough with the hairbrush. It had been far too long since such a sweet morsel as Annie lie in her lap so.<br><br>Still with Annie's tuft of hair in her fist, Emma leaned into her ear and whispered, "Its okay sweetie. I like girls too," and kissed her ear, saying nothing more of the revelation.<br><br>Emma released Annie and returned the hairbrush to its place in the top dresser drawer. She stood over Annie now with no hint of approval or disapproval. Indeed the next few days would be far different than either of them imagined. Emma would school Annie as she herself had been once. Together the two would find a bliss difficult to imagine. In time, the two might even make love as equals, but not before Annie learned what pleasure was really all about.<br><br>"Now Annie, stand up - do as I say now. Remove those panties and hand them to me, your others too from your suitcase. These are for little girls, and you are no longer a little girl. They are not appropriate. You will receive new ones - but not before you <em>earn</em> them."<br><br>Earn them she would indeed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 20:03:27</strong>
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				Annie could barely stand up, her legs quaking beneath her as she smudged the tears from her cheeks. She sniffled and hiccuped and tried to steady herself. She couldn't believe this was happening to <em>her</em>, such a good girl!<br><br>For a moment she debated just saying "no" and refusing Emma's order. But what if her aunt called her mother and father and told them what she'd discovered Annie doing?<br><br>The thought made Annie want to throw up. She took a shivering breath, the tears finally drying up, and turned to her suitcase. She quickly found the little pile of underwear she'd brought along and half a dozen more of the magazines, all on the same topic. She loathed giving them up, but this was her lesson to herself as well; when good girls were bad, they were punished. This would take away her temptation to be bad.<br><br>Annie couldn't make herself raise her eyes as she laid out the little panties and the stack of glossy magazines on the end of the bed for her aunt. She awkardly stepped out of her own underwear, careful not to show too much skin, and wadded them up to hide the wetness soaking them the best she could. She laid them out on the little pile.<br><br>"Earn them?" Her voice was a terrified whisper. "I don't understand. I didn't bring any other sort with me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 19:51:53</strong>
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				"We will discuss this in the morning. For now, get your sleep Annie," replied with no further explanation. Emma scooped up the small pile of Annie's panties along with the collection of magazines.<br><br>"Lie down now honey," Emma said, flicking off the bedroom light and closing the door behind her as she left.<br><br>Emma closed her own bedroom door and placed Annie's things on the end of her bed. She didn't bother undressing, nor did she lie down on the bed. Rather, sitting on the edge of the bed Emma exhaled, as though she were shedding the stern persona of 'Aunt Emma'. Impulsively she shoved her hand down the front of her panties. Ruby lacquered finger tips twirled in a puddle of arousal. Against the delicious plashing noise she pursed her lips and tightly shut her eyes. Images of her niece's blushing bottom, lying in her lap, provided all the catalyst necessary. Too long delayed pleasures now greedily enveloped Emma, her mouth forming an 'oh' as quiet but tortured gasping sobs escaped her lips. It had been far too long since she last orgasmed so fiercely.<br><br>Catching her breath once more, Emma cleaned herself up with the only thing readily handy, Annie's pair of pink panties. After blotting up the wet mess between her thighs Emma did then retire from her evening wear and crawled into bed, sleep finding her easily with the sexual edge temporarily sated.<br><br>Rising from bed before Annie, Emma showered and set about making an eggs and bacon breakfast. The sizzle of the meat and the percolating coffee put her in an especially cheerful mood. Too, Annie would be up also and their day would begin, a day far different than either of them had imagined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 21:05:06</strong>
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				Annie tried not to cry as she did what her aunt said. She almost literally jumped into the bed, pulling the covers up over her head like a little girl hiding from monsters. She was really hiding from her own humiliation and the overwhelmingly strange sensations she was feeling for the first time; intense arousal, apprehension, and a tiny bit of physical pain were combining into an intoxicating tonic.<br><br>She cried only a little before she drifted off into a deep and troubled sleep. The girl was exhausted from her long trip and from all the.. stimulation she'd recieved from her aunt. When she woke in the morning to the scents of a cooking breakfast, Annie was instanty alert and wary.<br><br>She shifted uneasily, the experience of not wearing underwear leaving her feeling totally naked and vulnerable, and decided the best course of action was just to wait and see. So she got out of bed, neatly made it, and slipped into a thick terry robe. Annie sat on the end of the bed, her ankles demurely crossed, and waited in shamed silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 21:34:45</strong>
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				When Annie did not emerge from the guest room Emma went to see what was holding the girl up. Standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, she saw Annie sitting on the edge of the bed in just a terry cloth robe and looking for all the world like a meek little girl. This would have to change. She herself had already dressed, sporting a favored pair of red capris and a cream colored blouse with ruffled cuffs. The sweep of her brunette tresses pinned back to one side in a casual fashion.<br><br>"Annie, there is no need to be ashamed. Some women, even young ladies your age have different - needs. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I too was introduced to such things, not much older than you. But I will not having you moping around all weekend," Emma lifted up Annie's chin with a single finger, "just do as I say, and everything will be fine."<br><br>Emma pulled out Annie's suitcase and rifled through what simple clothes the girl had brought with her. She pulled out a modest woolen skirt and a long sleeved pull over top, "Here, put these on for now."<br><br>She laid out the articles of clothing on the bed beside Annie. "Breakfast is ready. Please set the table for me. And Annie, do <em>not</em> chip or break any of my dishes. I would be rather - cross with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 21:52:24</strong>
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				Annie looked between the clothes and her aunt, actually opening her mouth for half an instant, before closing it with a snap again. There was a skirt and a blouse, no socks, bra, slip, or panties to be seen. If this was what the woman wished for her to wear, this was what she would wear. She was NOT going to risk the same experience as last night!<br><br>She picked up the clothes and skulked to the bathroom, changing quickly and dragging a comb through her mussed hair. She noted with no little embarrassment how clearly the outline of her nipples showed through the soft cotton of the light sweater. She'd have to remember to fold her arms as much as possible.<br><br>And because Emma warned her severely about the state of her china, Annie was nearly frantic as she tiptoed to the kitchen. Her hands were shaking, even clamped beneath her arms, and she took her time finding the cabinet that held the plates and glasses, trying to steady her nerves. She felt Emma's gaze unfalteringly following her every movement as she trembled, taking one dish with laborious slowness to the table in the center of the kitchen and laying it out as if it were priceless and made of brittle ice.<br><br>Finally, after laying out two plates and glasses, Annie stepped back from the little dinette and kept her eyes on her toes studiously. She cleared her throat and offered the only thing she could think of to say in a little breathless rush.<br><br>"I'm so sorry about last night. I understand if you call my mother and tell her to come and get me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 22:42:48</strong>
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				"Your mother need not know about any of this, " Emma said, mysteriously alluding to more than just last night's episode, "but if you do not stop looking at your feet I will have words with your mother nevertheless! Now sit and enjoy your break-", as Emma lifted her cup of coffee to her lips she saw that indeed Annie had been careless and chipped her fine ware. The two exchanged a look, both Annie and Emma taking note of the forewarned infraction. It was just the impetuous Emma looked for. She said nothing however, the unspoken rebuke far more effective and ominous than anything she could have expressed in words. The penance would be dealt out at a time of Emma's choosing, and right now she wanted to enjoy her breakfast and coffee.<br><br>So that is what they did, the two ate their eggs and bacon. Emma's manner was kind and conversational. She prodded Annie more about her home life and friends. Across the small table Annie sat, her nipples poking through the thin material of her top. They reminded Emma of delicate French pastry cakes, far too tempting to forgo. Emma told Annie more about her experiences in France. While she did not go into great detail, she revealed just enough for the fertile imagination of the young Annie to grasp. While Emma learned not only the pleasures of other women, she also learned to be more self-confident. Ultimately this is what Emma wanted to pass on to her niece, to hold herself up with pride. Together they cleared the table and Emma handed a damp towel for Annie to wipe up the dinette with.<br><br>Leaving the chipped cup out on the counter, Emma called over Annie. There it was, placed between them, and without referring to it specifically Emma spoke up, "Wash up now Annie, and go to my room. Do not touch anything and do not sit on the bed. I will join you shortly.<br><br>No further explanation was forthcoming and Emma turned from Annie, throwing the cup away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 22:52:35</strong>
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				Annie nodded silently, her lower lip trembling as she pushed herself away from the table and almost ran to the little bathroom. She shut the door firmly behind her before she let herself really cry. She drowned the sound of her little sniffles in the running tapwater, taking her time to wash her hands and face, brush her teeth, and comb her hair again. By the time she was done, she was almost fully under control of herself again.<br><br>So far she'd humiliated herself, embarrassed and ashamed her parents with her bad behaviour, and broken something her Aunt explicity warned her to use care in handling. Emma's stories did hint at something more to life than what Annie had been taught in her little protected world, but all the girl could really think of now was how badly she'd wronged her aunt, who had taken her in for the weekend out of nothing but kindness.<br><br>So Annie was basically dry-eyed, though still occasionally leaking a lonely tear, when she went to her aunt's room. She stood still by the window, staring at her hands clenched before her, and tried not to wonder what exactly her aunt had in store.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 23:32:57</strong>
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				Emma entered her bedroom hefting the brass handled hairbrush. Wordlessly she walked in and instead went to her closet. From the top shelf she pulled out a floral hat box, the contents of which contained anything but a hat. From it she drew out a length of silken rope, leaving for now the other curiosities inside for later.<br><br>"Annie, stand here honey," Emma ordered with a neutral tone of voice. Emma pointed to the corner of her four posted canopied bed, and turned the girl so she faced the tall post. More than anything Emma wanted to just shed her and Annie's clothes and make love like two women in her bed. The time for that may come, she mused, but for now, the girl needed to be brought along slowly, her budding sexuality nursed into a blossomed thing of exquisite beauty.<br><br>"Stand there and do as I say, " Emma said standing behind the confused girl, her chin on Annie's shoulder speaking into her ear softly, "lift up your hands together, over your head." As Annie complied she secured her wrists to the bed's post with the silk rope. She knotted the cord snugly around the wrists and to the post firmly and stepped back. The whole process rekindled memories of her own, being tied up and punished. Achingly her nipples responded urgently, a fresh dew beaded up in her panties.<br><br>It took all of Emma's discipline to carry out the course of events she knew she must. There Annie was, tied to her bed post, new tears welling up in the confused girl's eyes. Emma wanted nothing more than to just tell Annie everything would be alright, rather than simply show her and allow her to make that discovery on her own. But Emma knew all to well herself, these episodes would serve to better drawn out the fiercest orgasm from Annie than would if she coddled her niece. With self-confidence, that was the other gift Emma would give to her, and she knew just how to make it come to pass.<br><br>From behind Annie, Emma unfastened the buttons holding up the skirt and let it fall to gather around the girl's trembling ankles. Emma picked up again the beavy hairbrush.<br><br>"This is for the chipped cup Annie - " And Emma swung.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 00:40:14</strong>
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				Annie started crying again immediately when Emma gently, though very expertly, bound her hands up over her head. She tried to keep quiet, turning her cheek to the cool wood of the post, but when her aunt stripped off her skirt, she couldn't help a low moan of shame and misery. She coltishly laid one foot on top of the other, trying to cover her bare body as best she could with her own thigh, and strained against the ropes that held her.<br><br>When the first blow landed, her knees almost buckled as she screamed in pain. <br><br>"I'm so sorry! Please... I'll never ever..." her words dissolved into hiccuping tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 01:35:58</strong>
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				Emma administered the hairbrush's punishment to Annie's bare bottom with three rapid motions of her wrist.<br><br><em>Crack! Crack! Crack!</em><br><br>She then gently glided her hand down the small of Annie's back. The adorable rump rose gently from her back, pooching out and then curving under. The girl's tender flesh now was blushed red from the punishment and now hot under Emma's touch, like the hot tears that rolled down Annie's face.<br><br>"Its okay honey, its almost over with - "<br><br>Again the hairbrush met Annie's perfect little bottom with three audible cracks. Emma's touch this time was just right. Annie's cheeks colored up a rosy red, just shy of blistering. From her vanity she retrieved a cool salve and applied a dab to the burning skin.<br><br>"You did good honey, you'll be okay I promise," soothed Emma.<br><br>But with the salve applied gently to Annie's buttocks, Emma was not quite finished with her. Pressing up against Annie from behind, she whispered into her ear.<br><br>"And this is for being such a sweet young lady - " Emma's hand never left Annie's bottom after rubbing in the salve. Rather her fingers wandered down, and under. The girl's knees were turned in with a vain attempt to cover herself up, but Emma prodded her legs open with her own foot. Slowly Emma's fingers explored the girl's most intimate spot, finger sliding along the labia and then swirling around in tight circles.<br><br>All along Emma whispered into Annie's ear from behind, "Is that better sweetie? Is that nice? Isn't this what you imagined, looking at those dirty magazines?"<br><br>Emma's hand was cupped under Annie's bottom, her fingers delving more insistently now, the pace of her twirling fingers quickening with her own breathing against Annie's neck. Emma would later recall to memory the lurid episode on those lonely nights she needed just the right image to bring forth that pinnacle of pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 04:52:17</strong>
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				Annie couldn't do anything as Emma paddled her soundly except stand there, shivering and trying to silence her own squeals. Tears rolled down her face. The pain was at times so intense she thought she'd lose her mind, but that subsided in half an instant into a deep burning ache that was somehow incredibly delicious.<br><br>The tingling nerves in her little bottom awoke echoes from the tiny bundle between the cleft in her thighs; she'd never been so aroused or soaked than now, tied to her aunt's big four-poster. She was both incredibly, blissfully thankful that the spanking was done, and somehow disappointed too.<br><br>The shame was incredibly humbling, almost crippling, as was the sense that what she had done and what was being done to her now were in every sense wrong.&nbsp; That didn't numb her body's physical response, and as Emma's talented fingers slipped between Annie's tender legs, all the girl could do was stand there, shivering and moaning breathlessly.<br><br>Emma's fingers coaxed sensations Annie had never dreamed of out of her delicate little sex; just as the pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, Emma seemed to shift subtly, guiding and tempting the climax to rise in measured increments.<br><br>Annie was silent as she began to orgasm for the first time on her aunt's hand. The only sound from her was the hoarse whisper of her pants and the tiny squeak of the silk ropes abrading the wood of the bedpost as she strained and trembled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 19:00:00</strong>
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				The ruffled cuff of Emma's sleeve twitched along with the persistent undulations of her wrist, curled under Annie's bottom. Her fingers swirled purposefully, massaging her niece's tender labia, and lightly grazing over her sensitive clitoris. The girl was a delicious wet mess.<br><br>"My, my Annie you're so wet. Do you enjoy these punishments?"<br><br>Emma washed the girl's pink flesh with the generous wetness. Her fingers twirled tirelessly, Annie's arousal plashing against the insides of her thigh messily.<br><br>"That's it honey. Yes, yes - come for Aunt Emma. You can do it sweetie!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:24:19</strong>
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				Annie wasn't in the position to be able to form even basic words, her entire awareness only on her body, Emma's hands, and the sensations springing between them. The embers in her belly were quickly engulfing her and as she finally came, rocking her hips back and forth on her aunt's hand, a whispered moan escaped her lips. If she hadn't been firmly tied to the bedpost, she would have collapsed to the floor in a puddle of whimpers and shivers.<br><br>She tried not to cry as the spasms clenched her body, as she felt a shameful and slick wetness pour out between her legs. This was possibly the best, and worst, moment of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 23:06:51</strong>
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				Emma's fingers played in the wonderful wetness of Annie's orgasm while she coaxed a languishing kiss from the girl. Emma's tongue slid past Annie's lips, probing and seeking out the girl's own. Parting from the kiss but their faces still close, Emma searched her niece's eyes. She saw both shame and wonder in those shimmering tearful pools.<br><br>"You need not be afraid of me dear, I will not harm you, okay? Now lets wash up a bit and go shopping. How about that? You may change if you wish. Don't worry about your underthings, we will return with new ones. No run along and do as I say."<br><br>After the two had freshened up, Emma called a taxi. They were soon off heading for the neighborhood called Greenwich Village. In the back of the taxi Emma explained briefly, "A dear friend of mine owns a little boutique in Greenwich Village. We will visit her. She will have what I am looking for." Emma didn't explain any further. Marguerite Bordeaux was an old friend she had not seen in a long while. It would be good to see her, and it was in this older woman Emma placed her trust in, her judgment as well as taste. She in fact saw the older woman as something of an aunt and mentor.<br><br>Greenwich Village was an eclectic neighborhood made up of enlightened avant-garde artists, and musicians alike. It was also home to curious little stores and boutiques not found elsewhere in the city. The taxi dropped the two off before a row of terracotta brownstones with wrought iron fences and crawling ivy. Between the row houses was a cobblestone alley lined with ferns. A sign hung off an entryway: <em>Bordeaux Botique</em>. Emma led the way inside, a silvery bell tinkling, announcing their entry.<br><br>Inside was not the expected store front counter but rather a welcoming sitting room tastefully appointed with finely cushioned chairs, select pieces of local artists, as well as burnished hardwood floors and varnished tables. They were greeted warmly by an older woman with bright red hair and a bright smile.<br><br>"Dear Emma! It has been far too long! Come in, come in please and sit."<br><br>Emma and Marguerite embraced as two old friends and Emma introduced Annie, "This is Annie. Annie - Ms. Bordeaux."<br><br>"My, my what a pretty young lady. Welcome to my store Annie. I'll pour us some tea."<br><br>Before long they were all seated in high-backed richly covered chairs. Beyond the seating area, nearby, were lined up racks of various articles of imported lingerie. Neatly laid out and folded on a table were numerous pairs of silken and lace embroidered panties. There were garters and stockings, bustiers and camisoles. Ms. Bordeaux was an entrepreneur, importing fine French garments and selling them out of her boutique.<br><br>"Now what brings you to my boutique Emma?"<br><br>"My Annie here is in need of some underthings, if you might be so kind. I trust your taste, perhaps you have something appropriate for her size?"<br><br>"Hmmm," mused Ms Bordeaux, her lips pursed thoughtfully, "please stand up for me Annie dear," Ms. Bordeaux eyed the girl up and down, turning her around gently by her shoulder.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 21:33:39</strong>
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				Annie spent the entire trip into the Village in humilated silence. She sat all the way over on her own side of the cab's long back seat with her legs primly pressed together and her gloved hands folded neatly on her knees. The feeling of nudity had not left her yet, even though she wore a demure cotton blouse and a linen skirt lined for cool weather; even her dress coat created a friction&nbsp; through her blouse on her little bare breasts that was not possible to ignore.<br><br>The boutique was unlike anything Annie had ever seen. She was cowed by the elegance as well as by the merchandise. Until Ms. Bordeaux asked her to stand, she sat straight-backed and unmoving in her chair, gripping her teacup with a white-knuckled hand.<br><br>Annie obediently, of course, stood at the woman's bidding and turned around slowly, her eyes on her toes. She let Ms. Bordeaux take her measurements. The woman was brisk, precise, and fast with her little satin tape.<br><br>Annie stood silently as Ms. Bordeaux made a few notes on a pad of paper she took from an end table. "I believe I have quite a few things that would fit Annie. Would you care to see them?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 01:30:21</strong>
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				The items Ms. Bordeaux had hanging on her rack and laid out on tables were not the sort of fair to be found in department stores or even domestic catalogs. Nevertheless, the items were tasteful, if far sexier than could be found elsewhere. There were silky camisoles, short diaphanous nighties, lace embellished panties, cut low on the front waist and high scooped legs. There were many brassieres of styles and sizes, some more functional, others that did nothing to support a woman's breasts but show them off. There were all sorts of hosiery, some that rose only as high as your thigh, others to the waist, some were fishnet and others back seamed hose.<br><br>Ms. Bordeaux made a few selections from the rack and chose a couple pair of panties, looking to Emma for approval.<br><br>"Yes, yes, and those too. Excellent" Emma answered.<br><br>Ms. Bordeaux pointed to a three-fold privacy screen that stood not far from the tables, "Be a dear Annie and try these on. Come out here so we can see how they fit you." She handed the items over to Annie and said no more. Emma and Ms. Bordeaux sat back down sipping their tea while they waited for Annie to change.<br><br>The two women spoke to each other in French, easily moving from English. Ms. Bordeaux spoke up, referring to Annie's silhouette behind the screen.<br><br><hr><em>"Does Emma have her a new pet? Who is she?"<br><br>Emma shrugged, "Perhaps. She is my niece."<br><br>Ms. Bordeaux chuckled knowingly,"Dear Emma, you were always so naughty. How sweet. She's a lovely young lady. It's about time I say, it has been awhile no?"<br><br>"I caught the little tart masturbating in my guest room. To some lesbian pornography no less! Charming you can imagine."<br><br>"Oh?" the woman raised one eyebrow, "How sweet. I know of some more young ladies that could use some direction. If you're up to it, I can send a couple your way."<br><br>"Perhaps so. I'll let you know how things go with Annie."</em><br><hr><br>The two woman caught up on each other's news and events that had transpired since they last talked. They sipped their tea watching Annie's shadow bending over, undressing and pulling on the items selected for her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 19:28:51</strong>
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				It took Annie quite a while to figure out the clothing Ms. Bordeaux had selected for her. The lingerie covered her with almost complete modesty, designed more to accentuate her body than to reveal it, but the girl felt positively naked, scandalous, and very, very naughty.<br><br>She struggled a bit to change into the first outfit. She peeked out from behind the screen, misery and embarrassment clear on her face, but Ms. Bordeaux's stern expression quickly relayed to Annie that there would be no disobedience in this. With a sigh, she crept out from the changing area, only a few inches from the screen so she could quickly dart back into privacy, and turned around awkwardly. She kept her eyes on the gleaming wood floor and hoped she wouldn't cry.<br><br>The first outfit was very simple, a short white lace nightgown with babydoll sleeves. Little-girlishnes was avoided, however, with the transparent panels in the bust, revealing only a peek at her pink nipples rubbing the silken fabric. Almost as soon as she'd turned around, Annie dove back into the changing area to try again.<br><br>Next, she paraded a series of little bra and panty sets, complete with matching silk stockings and garters. She actually had to lower her arms from trying to cover herself, her entire body burning brightly red, to show off the outfits. Ms. Bordeaux's soft compliments helped, but Annie couldn't wait for this to just be over.<br><br>The last selection was in a special box, lined with scented tissue paper. Annie held the garment up in the light, shaking her head instantly.<br><br>"I'm sorry," she called out softly, "I can't wear this one." She closed her eyes in dread as she lay the light blue brocade corset back in it's bed. "I just can't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 01:05:46</strong>
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				It was clear to both Emma and Marguerite that Annie was overwhelmed with shyness and timidity. It was understandable all things considered, but Emma's task, as she saw it, was to instill pride in the young woman, along with nurturing along her budding sexuality. It was in fact Emma's calling, and why Marguerite offered to send her new fresh girls. A woman's beauty was to be celebrated and her choices in sexual preferences to be respected. It was clear which Annie had chosen, or at least what intrigued her, and Emma would ensure she would feel comfortable in that choice. <br><br>She echoed Marguerite's compliments, the woman's choices were near perfect and flattered Annie's nubile assets wonderfully. The white lace babydoll nightgown was scrumptious, with Annie's little bottom just barely peeking out from under the hem. The bra and panty sets, complete with naughty stockings and garters were no less alluring. The women cooed with approval, reached out to adjust, cinch and touch the items Annie wore.<br><br>From behind the screen Annie called out her protestation. Could not, or would not, Emma couldn't discern but she joined Annie behind the screen, "What's wrong dear? Does it not fit? Do you need a hand?" The half-dressed Annie was still blushing terribly and Emma went on, "Honey, Ms. Bordeaux and I think you look beautiful in these things. You are a beautiful young lady and should be proud of your body. I understand you're shy, and not comfortable, but those feelings will pass I promise! Now, let me help you into this gorgeous brocade." Emma's words and tone she hoped would ease the girl's nerves, even if she couldn't help but envisioning in her mind's eye sitting naked on Annie's pretty and blushing face.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 18:31:08</strong>
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				(http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/pidgett/VI/productimg1247684174256.jpg)<br><br>Annie saw no other way but compliance in this; she turned away from Emma to step out of the satin panties she still wore, baring her still-red bottom to the woman as she tried to reveal as little of herself as possible.<br><br>She folded the beautiful corset around her torso after wriggling out of her bra and stood very still, her posture perfectly straight as she waited for Emma to help her lace the garment. Her face was on fire; she had a feeling that her blush burned the back of her neck as well. She tried not to breathe as her aunt laced the corset tightly, but allowing the girl room to move inside the spare boning. There were many more restrictive corsets to be had, but this one was not meant to shape the body. It was meant merely to display it was not intended to be real clothing, but only for play.<br><br>Shivering lighty in apprehension, Annie turned to the woman, feeling positively whorish at the way her breasts were thrust up like ripe fruit and the nakedness below the waist of the corset. No panties had been left out, but there was a matching garter and stockings still in the box. This was enough, however, and the entire extent of Annie's bravery had been reached just now.<br><br>"Can I please take this off now? Please?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 01:28:53</strong>
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				The painfully shy Annie looked terribly scrumptious in the light blue flowered brocade. She was like a piece of hard candy you suck on all day, but always end up impulsively crunching down on, savoring its sweet insides.<br><br>Annie's plea to get out of the outfit immediately, irritated the usually calm Emma, and she lowered her voice effectively, "Annie! Stop this now, you're acting like a little girl! Keep it up and I'll treat you like one. I'll bend you over my knee right here, right now!<br><br>Emma snatched up a pair of chalky white panties, beautifully embroidered, and kneeling she held them open for Annie to step into.<br><br>"If you insist on being difficult I'll just dress you myself. And here I thought you were a young lady and mature, " she said, shaking her head head ruefully. "These lovely stockings go with the brocade, they clip on here, " Emma pointed out.<br><br>She had half a mind to spank the girl right there. The whole episode was turning Emma on, and frightfully so. If Annie continued her shy reluctance she would learn the real meaning of embarrassment and shame. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 21:48:55</strong>
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				Annie awkwardly did as Emma said, stepping into the little panties and rolling the stockings up over her coltish legs. She clipped the garters to the tops, for a moment forgetting her embarrassment as she concentrated deeply on the tricky move. She twisted to clip them on in the back, thrusting her little sex out and baring a tiny slice of her belly below the brocade; as she bent to fasten the front, her breasts almost tumbled out of the bodice.<br><br>She straightened with a triumphant grin, which melted immediately as she caught a glimpse of herself in the gilt-framed mirror in the little changing area. "Oh my goodness. I can't wear this!" Her face was instantly so red it was almost purple in shame. "I look like a harlot!"<br><br>She turned away from Emma and hid her face in her hands as she burst into tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:10:23</strong>
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				Ms. Bordeuax payed only half an ear to the events transpiring behind the privacy screen. She was content with her own thoughts, pleased to see that Emma had once again taken up a student. Along with supplanting her lifestyle selling French lingerie out of her so-called boutique, her home also served as something of a school and dormitory for ill-behaved young ladies. Or rather, did anyone ask, they was the story. Rich families would send their daughters and nieces to stay with her. Ms. Bordeaux and her circle of like minded lady friends would school the demure, if ill-behaving chits.<br><br>It was of little surprise to Ms. Bordeaux then that Emma appeared from behind the screen dragging a reluctant Annie by her wrist. Emma's countenance was set with determination, her eyes narrowed and seethed as if almost to bubble over with anger. To anyone else, that is how it would seem, but Marguerite knew well Emma's mood. And if anything the woman was more aroused than angered. Marguerite said nothing, and smiled into her cup of tea.<br><br>Unceremoniously Emma presented the horrified and teary-eyed Annie.&nbsp; The girl was not unlike a sweet crepe in her budding womanhood. Breasts on the precipice of spilling out, delicious legs accentuated by fine stockings and garter, and a little round bottom that pouched out delightfully. Ms. Bordeaux murmured her satisfaction but otherwise said nothing, sipping her tea.<br><br>"This is how you thank Ms. Bordeaux for picking out such beautiful things for you Annie? With tears and sniveling? And yet you spend the nights diddling your fingers in your panties, looking at pictures of women? No Annie, you are no harlot, but if you want something to cry about I'll give you just that young lady!"<br><br>Here Marguerite had dreaded the tedious afternoon she supposed was in store for her. Instead, there in her finely appointed sitting room the lovely Emma bore down her bare hand upon the niece's bottom. Annie's panties where pulled down just far enough to expose the tender flesh. Emma's hand rose and fell, meeting the girl's skin with a measured but satisfying crack. The young lady's cheeks flushed a rosy pink, contrasting nicely beside the soft blue of the brocade and the ivory stockings.<br><br>"I am not a harlot! Repeat it Annie," Emma ordered and emphasized with a trio of strikes.<br><br>"I am a beautiful young woman! Repeat it Annie," continued Emma.<br><br>Emma tapered off the voracity of her punishments, pausing with her hand on the warm redness of Annie cheeks. She shivered in her seat with the weight of Annie across her lap. Without the benefit of direct touch, the soft flutter that drew forth Emma's knees together slightly, nevertheless she was sure blotted the crotch of her panties. She licked her lips with the passing of the fleeting little orgasm,&nbsp; a precursor and promise of more to come.<br><br>Emma freed Annie from her lap and directed her to put away the brocade in its box and to get dressed in her clothes.<br><br>"I'll take them all, including the lovely brocade," Emma said to Ms. Bordeaux, retrieving from her purse a checkbook and pen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:45:31</strong>
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				<em>"I am not a harlot! Repeat it Annie," Emma ordered and emphasized with a trio of strikes.<br><br>"I am a beautiful young woman! Repeat it Annie," continued Emma.</em><br><br>Annie's replys were muffled, broken and choked with tears. She'd NEVER been so embarrassed in her life. To think, this scene in front of the lovely lady who owned this place! The girl's mother had only chided her a few times in public in her whole life and she immediately went complacent and near-angelic in her behaviour. What had come over her now that she blatantly balked against her aunt and aroused such anger?<br><br>It took her a long time to collect herself enough to change back into her street clothes. She shivered as she dropped the corset in the box and tucked it into the tissue. It was probably the loveliest thing she'd ever worn, but the feelings that came along with it were so strange and so... powerful! Her confusion was barely helped by the distracting tickling ache in her lower belly and the burn in her bottom. It was going to be hard to sit still for the ride home.<br><br>She knew finally that she couldn't delay facing the women again. She was so anxious and ashamed in every way that she thought she might be sick as she smoothed down her hair in the fancy mirror; her eyes were only a little puffy from crying but her face was still very red.<br><br>As soon as she had Emma alone, she HAD to explain that spanking was not an appropriate punishment for girls her age. Though she would have to leave out some of the reasons why.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 00:48:58</strong>
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				With Annie's lingerie stowed away in attractive gift bags, Emma said her goodbyes to Marguerite, the two women kissed, their lips lingering longer than what might otherwise be appropriate in other social circles.<br><br>"Goodbye dear, enjoy your new things, " Ms. Bordeaux said to Annie.<br><br>The two departed the Bordeaux Boutique the way they had come. After hailing down a taxi Emma directed the driver to a sidewalk cafe in the same neighborhood. The two enjoyed a cool lemonade and a light lunch of sandwiches. Emma wasn't especially talkative, but her demeanor was not unapproachable. Her thoughts lingered on the events of the day thus far and last evening. Her toenails could use a touch up she noted to herself, and was fairly certain Annie could use a shave, her legs and more. It was an hour or so after lunch time and only the waitress bothered them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 17:47:11</strong>
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				Annie picked at her food but drank the lemonade with relish. She glanced furtively at her aunt from time to time but otherwise kept herself as distant as possible, trying to speak only when she was forced to. Finally she couldn't demolish her sandwich to tinier pieces and the check had been lying on the table between them long enough that the waitress had stopped coming by to ask if everything was to their liking.<br><br>"I... I'm sorry for behaving so badly," she offered softly. "This is all very different for me. But... you know that spanking isn't really a... proper thing to do to a girl my age?" She didn't look up, staring only at the slip of paper on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 18:21:34</strong>
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				Never having been a parent herself Emma didn't recognize Annie's mood for what it was. Were she more experienced in such matters she would have realized Annie was building up her confidence to speak up. Nevertheless she listened to Annie's words and contemplated them with brief moment of silence before she replied.<br><br>"Annie dear, you haven't behaved all that poorly. I only wish to instill you some pride. You are a beautiful young lady, and if you act as one I'll treat you as such," Emma paused before going on, giving her next words some thought as well as weight.<br><br>"Like you Annie, I have particular tastes, urges, "Emma said, vaguely referencing Annie's late night reading material, "I do not spank you so much to punish you, but because <em>- we -</em> enjoy it. There are other things we can enjoy also, ones that are far more pleasing and not painful at all."<br><br>Emma leaned in toward Annie and lowered her voice, "You may be my niece, but I fully intend to explore <em>all</em> of those urges."<br><br>"Now let's go home, we have other preparations to make before the evening is on us."<br><br>With that a taxi returned the two back to Emma's flat. The quite comforts of her suite was a welcomed change to the bustle of shopping, crowded sidewalks and taxis.<br><br>"Annie," Emma called. "Join me in the washroom dear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 23:15:10</strong>
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				Annie could feel her pulse in a building pressure coursing all through her body. The cab ride home was almost excrutiating in the discomfort it brought to the girl; this was all so unexpected, thrilling, and terrifying. Was Emma really serious about all this?<br><br>Annie quietly followed her aunt into the apartment and dropped her little purse on the table by the door. When Emma asked her to come to the washroom, she very nearly said no. But, she reminded herself, no matter what else happened, Annie was a guest in this house and had been raised to be a lady. If Emma wished for her to do something that she knew she shouldn't, Annie would just have to politely decline.<br><br>She set her jaw in determination and made her way to the bathroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 00:02:22</strong>
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				Emma emerged from her bedroom and joined her niece in the washroom. She wore only a chiffon peignoir, and nothing else. The garment hung open and was untied at the waist. The swell of Emma's breasts parted past the curtain of the peignoir, her nipples shown through visibly from behind the thin material.<br><br>"Undress for me Annie, everything. Don't be shy, we're both girls here." Emma fished through her bathroom vanity and produced a new razor, "This is for you honey, it is new. All young ladies should shave their legs, and more. I will show you, watch me."<br><br>Emma turned on the bath water, adjusting it to a comfortable warmth. After applying lather to a leg she demonstrated for Annie the proper way to shave your legs. Her foot rested atop the edge of the tub, exposing her neatly trimmed patch.<br><br>Taking her time and demonstrating patience with Annie, allowed the girl to try herself.<br><br>"Now take your time, be careful, it is sharp."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 00:31:21</strong>
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				Annie's tongue flicked over her lips as she watched her aunt shave. She tried not to look at the bared flesh or the silky, dark patch of hair between the woman's legs. Instead, she trained her eyes on what Emma was trying to show her, dashing all of the naughty thoughts from her mind.<br><br>She crossed and uncrossed her arms, unsure why she couldn't wrap herself in a towel for this, but forgot a little of her shyness as she took the razor from her aunt; after all, they were both girls and this was a very important lesson to learn! She settled on the lip of the tub, one foot in the warm water and the other propped up on the far side. <br><br>She lathered one long calf in scented soap and took a short stroke with the razor. Her pink tongue peeked now out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated VERY hard on her task; a few more strokes built her confidence, but as she neared her knee, she gasped at the sight of a drop of blood on her shin. The razor was so sharp she hadn't even felt the cut!<br><br>"Ow! I'm sorry... Do you have a tissue?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 07:15:32</strong>
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				Emma encouraged Annie along, her tone positive as she mentored the girl on the task. When she nicked her shin she gathered up a tissue to blot the blood.<br><br>"Oh, no worries honey. Here, hold the tissue on it. It will bleed for a bit." Emma took the razor from Annie and finished the girl's delicious legs, "There that wasn't too difficult now was it?"<br><br>"Now. Here, " Emma gestured between her thighs at her own neatly trimmed pubes. She applied a portion of the flowery lather around her dark patch. Demonstrating with the razor she lightly swiped up the soapy foam. "Here, and here, and like this," she instructed. Emma set down the razor and picked up a small pair of scissors, "and here see you can trim and clean up. Be careful honey."<br><br>"There you go, shave with the hairs - that's it. Always use a new razor or you might get ingrown hairs or bumps."<br><br>The whole exercise had both a vein of paternal mentoring, along with a subtle hint of something unsaid but which added a sexual tension for Emma. As Annie's clean if unkempt pubes transformed into that of a proper young lady's, she knew she would nudge her niece over that cusp into adult womanhood tonight.<br><br>Emma licked her lips, recalling her own first lesbian experience. She never forgot it. How could she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 01:56:08</strong>
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				Annie was nearly so caught up in the task at hand that she forgot her awkward position or the fact that her aunt was teaching her these grooming techniques. She carefully followed the woman's instructions, trimming a bit here, carefully shaving off a few stray hairs there. In a short time, her little tuft of golden hair was neatly trained into a neat patch.<br><br>She set the razor on the edge of the tub and rinsed herself carefully. Glancing to Emma, she offered her a shy smile before stepping out of the tub and wrapping herself demurely in a towel.<br><br>"Thanks. Mom never would have taught me any of that." She blushed and turned to the sink to take up a comb and see to neatening her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 03:10:41</strong>
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				"Of course dear. All young ladies should be taught these things."<br><br>Annie's modesty, understandably so, was never far from the surface and so when she wrapped a towel around herself Emma only smiled. She watched Annie tend to her blond locks in the mirror, enjoying the simple beauty of the moment. She was so young still, just teetering on that cusp towards womanhood. That Annie was her niece too was never far from Emma's thoughts. That that aroused her so deliciously, she was convinced she would burn in hell for. She could try to convince herself that Annie reminded her of herself at the same age, but that would not be true. Emma was far more free-spirited than Annie at that age. Still, Emma reminded herself that the girl had shown a propensity and a leaning towards an affinity for other women. The smutty magazines bore that out. What harm could there be in fulfilling the sordid fantasies of a curious girl?<br><br>"I'd like you to try on a pair of panties and bra we picked out today at Ms. Bordeaux's today. Join me in the bedroom, I have something special I want to share with you."<br><br>With that Emma left Annie to herself. She hung her peignoir on the back of the bedroom door and fished through her dresser drawers for a particular set of items she had in mind. By only the light of a small lamp on the vanity, Emma pulled on a pair of black cotton panties embellished around the waist with pink lacing. The matching bra she shrugged into was made for looks rather than support, her breasts filling out the bra fully. From the vanity she picked out a bottle of perfume, a subtle and sweet lavender and spritzed it lightly about her.<br><br>Emma stood there before her vanity, in the shadows of the half lit bedroom awaiting Annie's presence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 20:45:28</strong>
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				Annie went to her own small room and sifted through the bras and panties nestled in the lovely bag from the shop. Her mother might raise a brow to how fancy these were, but aside from the corset set and a few flimsy nighties, she could never argue that her daughter was wearing scandalous underthings. They covered everything as well as any two-piece bathing suit would, not that Annie would EVER be allowed to wear such a thing.<br><br>She selected what she thought would be the most modest set, a matching pair of pastel mint-colored panties and a lovely lace bra. There was even a pair of little kitten-heel slippers with ribbon trim to compliment the set. Annie dressed carefully, making sure everything was well-covered. If her aunt wanted to see what she'd spent a small fortune on today, Annie would model it. She was thankful at least to be wearing something more substantial than a towel!<br><br>The girl teetered a bit unsteadily in the low heels but made her way to her aunt's room with something resembling confidence, sure that perhaps the woman wished to play dress-up with some of her wonderful wardrobe, or perhaps show Annie how to set her hair in curlers. She blinked when she slipped in the doorway and saw Emma there, wearing less than she was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 03:58:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh Annie, that is - precious, dear". Precious indeed, the girl looked like a piece of mint candies, the last one left in the bowl one snatched up impulsively, restraint thrown to the wind. But this, Annie - no, Emma would savor and take her time with.<br><br>"Come here Annie, " Emma gestured, reaching out her hand and guided Annie in front of her vanity and mirror. On the vanity were various bottles of perfume, lotions, combs and brushes. Standing behind Annie, her breasts pressed to the girl's back, the material of Emma's bra whispering against Annie skin. Emma reached around Annie to the vanity for a small jewelry box, the motion drawing Annie closer to Emma. From the box Emma drew out a silver necklace. Along the string of silver were small emeralds spaced evenly.<br><br>"I would like you to have this Annie, " Emma said, and draped the necklace around Annie's neck and fastened it.<br><br>Emma looked into the mirror at her niece and the necklace around the her neck. Her hands rested on her shoulders and she drank in the vision of the girl in the mirror.<br><br>"It looks beautiful on you, " she said simply. Emma's caressing touch slid down Annie's shoulders, and she watched herself in the mirror, her hands lightly falling over the girl's breasts. Her hands turned under to cup the fullness of Annie's breasts in her palms. Her fingers languished over the fine material of the pretty bra Annie had chosen.<br><br>Emma lowered her voice to almost a whisper, speaking into Annie's ear. On the vanity was also a candle. A very special candle that had long lost its original shape but was once two lovers, two women embracing.<br><br>"My first lover, Madame Brigit, lit this same candle the night we made love."<br><br>Emma struck a match, and lit the candle.<br><br>The flame flickered faintly, then rose, casting orange shadows across the image of Emma and Annie in the vanity mirror. Emma's hands came back up to Annie's breasts, gently holding them in her hands. She said nothing more but simply enjoyed the vision before her. Her niece, and tonight at least, her lover.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weekend at Aunt Emma's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:43:02</strong>
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				RIP
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