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said. "I want to make you happy! Will it make you happy to use me like that?"
    He took the cue so very marvelously I could hardly believe it. He said with authority, "Yes, Caroline, to use you with my daddy-thing will make me very happy indeed."
    "Will it hurt, Daddy?"
    "It may hurt a little, but I will be as gentle as I can be with you."
    "Thank you, Daddy."
    There was a pause; we were both trying to figure out what came next. "Daddy," I said, "may I kiss your daddy-thing?"
    "Y—yes," he said. The first "Y" clearly meant that he was as desperate to have my lips on his cock as I was to put them the re. The hesitation meant that he realized there was a breach of character involved; a modest, demure young lady shouldn't be allowed to bestow fellatio. The full "yes" meant that he had thought of how to proceed.
    "Yes. You are going to give my daddy-thing one sweet little-girl kiss right on top and then Daddy is going to ask you about what you were reading. Do you understand, sweetheart?"
    "Yes, Daddy."
    He leaned closer, putting his knees on the bed at the very edge. I watched his daddy-thing come towards my mouth and pursed my lips into a little-girl's moue. The temptation to put a hand down to touch my little-girl part was almost unbearable, but I balled my hands against my knees into little fists as the cock at last touched my fantasy-reluctant lips.
    "There," said my daddy with an enthrallment in his voice that I adored. "Oh, little Caroline, you don't know how much I want to have my daddy-thing inside your mouth right now, but it's not time for that yet."
    He withdrew his daddy-thing and sat again on the edge of the bed. I could just make out a little of his beautiful erection rising between his thighs, out from the wiry hair, as he stroked my cheek and said, "Now, Caroline, we will discuss what you were reading."
    "You can read it for yourself," I protested.
    "If I am to guide you properly, I must enforce on you the need to confess your naughty thoughts. It is not sufficient that I know about them; you must admit to your fantasies, and we must discuss them."
    I felt my face grow hot once again. George idly stroked my bo ttom-cheeks with his right hand and made me whimper. "Anytime you're ready, sweetie," he said.
    I swallowed hard. "There's this schoolgirl," I said. "She goes to school at the house of a man named Mr. Hastings."
    "What does the schoolgirl look like?" said George, rather salaciously.
    "Hmm," I said. "It doesn't say, but why don't we say that she has red hair and freckles. She's about five-foot-four."
    "Is she, um, well-developed?" he asked.
    I giggled. "No," I said. "She has, um, small breasts and not very much hair down there."
    "Is it red, though?"
    "Yes," I said, "it's red."
    "Very nice," George said. Suddenly I realized that my husband and I were having the most intimate conversation we had ever had. Nothing in our three years dating or our five years of marriage had come close. We had never really talked about sex before at all. I didn't even know what he liked beyond what we had done in our previous vanilla way. I felt something opening deep in my heart—something that had never been opened before.
    "So what happens to her?" George said impatiently. "Do I have to start spanking you again?"
    "Well, it turns out that Mr. Hastings is a very special kind of headmaster."
    "In what way?"
    "Well, he requires a letter from his girls' parents saying that he is allowed to teach them in any way he sees fit, especially about their young bodies."
    "Really?" said George. It sounded like a genuine question, which meant , I supposed, that he had never read any Victorian erotica.
    I continued , "And so this girl, named Miss Lewis, has a crush on him, of course, and she fantasizes about him all the time, and it affects her schoolwork." I said that last part ominously, wondering if he would know what happened to girls whose schoolwork was "affected" in Victorian schools in my books.
    He didn't, though, and said,