The Brat

'Yes Sir?' Lily answered, inquisitively.

'Would you like to see what is inside it?' he asked.

'Oh yes please Sir!' she said excitedly.

'Ok, but only because you have been so good today. Remember, these privileges can just as easily be taken away and replaced with punishment!' he stated, 'And also, you must remember that this is between us. No-one else is to know, especially your mother. Do you understand?'

'Yes sir, I understand, Thank you sir.' She replied, hugging him tightly.

He took one of her hands in his and guided her to the stairs. Leading her up to his bedroom, he directed her to the closet where the box still sat outside, and suggestively pushed her down to her knees.

'Are you sure you want to explore the box with me Lily?' he asked her, already knowing that her curiosity along with her new found obsession with her mothers wardrobe guaranteed her answer.

'Oh yes please Daddy. Please, more than anything.' She answered quickly.

'Then strip off your clothes' he demanded.

'Daddy, can I please keep mummy's boots on though?' she asked.

'You may, for now.' He answered, smiling.

Lily quickly pulled her top off to reveal her breasts. Already her nipples were erect and standing proud. Next she shimmied her skirt down past her ankles and pulling it off. Bob admired the fact that she neither wore a bra or panties when he had told her to get dressed earlier.

Returning to her knees beside the box, the now naked Lily awaited with excitement.

Bob stood up and walked around her a few times. He looked down to see that beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and she was shifting uncomfortably / nervously.

As he produced a key out of his pocket, he bend down next to her and placed it in the lock. Before turning the key, he looked directly at Lily.

'Remind me, how much do you want this?' he asked.

'Oh please daddy, please...' she wailed.

'Give me a kiss and I might allow you.' He teased, bending down to his knees beside her and the box.

'Yes Daddy!' she exclaimed.

Leaning forward, she reached her lips out to him and locked them onto him. He felt her soft tongue penetrate his mouth and swirling around in unison, she had him. Her hands reached out around his neck, holding him next to her, while his hand instinctively reached up and grabbed a handful of hair. Holding her tightly, not allowing her any leeway to escape, their passion started to fill the air. His other hand reached down and stroked her boot from her ankle to her knee, instantly making her shudder with excitement.

He sensed that the touch of the boots electrified her. He did it again, this time streaking back and forth and felt her body shift in excitement.

Not wanting to give her too much, too soon, he broke the embrace off and smiled down at her. He could see and feel that her body was on heat.

As he turned the key, the lock clicked open & Lily squealed with excitement as her eyes grew bigger and bigger.

Bob removed the now unlocked lid of the box and stood it against the wall. He stood upright and towered over his step-daughter who was now peering directly down at the box. Inside she could see that there was a purple silk cloth covering items which filled the box to the brim. As she started to lean towards the box, the waft of crisp leather filled her nostrils making her shiver in anticipation.

'Now Lily, I must ask you again. You're sure about this? Once we start, once this begins, things can never be the same again.' He asked her.

'Yyyyesssss Sir. I am sure.' She replied, still excited and still smelling that strange aroma that made her whole body buzz throughout.

'Good. Now, let us start. Come kneel beside the bed and I will show you what we have.' He ordered.

Lily shuffled on her knees until she was next to the bed. She arched around to watch Bob lift the box and carry it to the bed, which he placed it on the bed near her and then sat beside it.

As he removed the silk covering, her eyes grew wider and wider as she peered over the top of the box. Very slowly, as if to draw out the intrigue & excitement Bob started to remove items and place them on the bed in front of her.

First out came an assortment of leather, pvc & rubber underwear. There were various corsets, basque's, bra's & suspender belt's all in either red or black. Next out came various pack's of stockings and tights, again in a multitude of varieties ranging from silk lace topped to seamed fishnet.

Lily's eyes were like a kid in a sweet shop. She couldn't believe her conservative mother would think of any of these items, let alone wear them. She felt her bottom lip quivering as she gingerly glanced a look up at her step father, who himself was staring at his booted, naked teenager knelt before him.

'So what do you think?' Bob asked his slightly blushing step-daughter.

'Err, I really don't know what to say Sir.' She replied.

'Ha-ha, I thought as much. It's not often you are speechless!' he joked.

'No sir, I suppose not Sir. Is this all mummy's?' she asked.

'Of course. We have built up quite a collection over the years. Your mother loves dressing up for me, as well as for herself.' He replied.

She looked excited, but at the same time lost for words. Almost like a child with five new toys and wondering which one to rip open first.

'Lily remove your mothers boots please.' He told her.

As she sat there on the bedroom floor, she slowly started to remove the boots. Firstly unzipping the left one and softly running her fingers over the leather, she eased it from around her foot. Next she did the same with the other one.

'Bring the boot up to your face and inhale. Tell me how that smells.' He said to her.

A little confused by his sentence, she slowly lifted the boot up towards her face. The pungent leather smell crept up her nostrils and almost knocked her senses when it reached impact.

'Hmmmmmm' was all she could reply as she inhaled.

'Not the open foot. Put your nose where your foot goes and take a deep intake of breath.' He said.

'HHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM' she whimpered as the smell continued to knock her senses out.

'Do you like that honey?' he asked her, smiling.

'Yes Daddy! I like that a lot!' she replied, with the sound almost muffled as her face was still buried inside her mothers boot.

'It's the chemical reaction of sweat & leather. Your mother is exactly the same & it has the same affect on her too.' He explained, grinning.

He looked down upon her as she switched to the other boot, lapping up the aroma like a kitten lapping up it's first ever bowl of milk.

As the senses kicked back in, she sat and looked up at her step-father – she too was grinning from ear to ear.

'Now, would you like to try any of this on?' he asked.

'Oh can I Daddy? Are you sure? Can I?' she answered immediately, excitedly.

'I think so. As you've been so good today.' He said. 'What would you like to try?' he asked.

'Oh I don't know, there is so much to choose from! What does mummy like?' she replied.

Bob picked up a leather basque with suspenders attached. Small link chains hung around the cups alongside a neat row of studs that crisscrossed underneath and down the front.

'Here, this is one of her favourites. And you'll need these too.' He said as he handed her the basque and a pair of black lace topped seamed stockings.

As she reached out to grab them, she leant in and gave her step-father a kiss on the cheek.

'Thank you daddy.' She said.

He watched her as she fumbled with the basque. Not knowing if she had ever worn anything like this before, he was intrigued to see how she would learn. As she eventually pulled it around the straighten herself up, she smoothed out the creases – sensitively caressing the leather that now encased her stomach and hips and ensuring that her breasts comfortably nestled in the half cups that prominently displayed her nipples through the hanging chains.

Next she sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up a stocking, pointing her toe into the opening. As she rolled it up her leg, taking extra care to ensure her seams were straight, he could see the sheer delight and excitement on her face as she became more and more aroused. She repeated the process with the second stocking and then stood to clip on the suspender straps. Again, ensuring that everything was straight, she stood tall and proud.

'How do I look daddy?' she asked, smiling.

'Beautiful!' Bob said 'But there is something missing. Come and kneel.' He continued, beckoning her back to her knees beside him.

'Now, what do you think could be missing from your outfit Lilly?' he asked suggestively.

'I'm not sure daddy. How about some of mummy's sexy leather boots to match this basque?' she answered.

'I think you are right. Would you like to pick yourself some?' he said, grinning.

'Oh yes daddy. Thank you!' she replied excitedly, and with that shuffled on her knees across to where her mothers boots laid neatly in a row.

She picked up a pair of OTK black leather boots that had a zip running all that way from the back of the knee to the ankle. The heels on them were a chunky square with a three inch block heel. Suggestively raising them to her face, she inhaled deeply before excitedly unzipping one. Sliding her foot into the boot, she let out a tiny gasp as her foot easily slid into place. She then pulled slowly on the zipper, up towards her knee – encasing her leg in supple black leather. As the zipper reached the top, she delicately ran her fingers up and down removing the tiniest creases and wrinkles.

Repeating the process with the other boot, Bob just sat there admiring the way she had been 'turned'. He was very pleased with his progress so far.

Once she had finished, she stood and paraded herself for her admiring step-father. Returning to her knees beside the bed, she looked up at him with adoring eyes.

'How do they feel?' he asked.

'Wonderful daddy. So wonderful.' She answered.

'I think you are beginning to appreciate how good things can be for you when you behave yourself, don't you agree?' he said.

'Oh yes daddy. I do. I promise, from now on I'll be your good little girl if you treat me like this.' She beamed.

'That's good. And I will. As long as you remember...' he said.

After admiring her new look for a minute or two, allowing her to absorb the sensations that were now taking over her body, Bob stood up and leant over the box. He lifted out the remaining clothing items and neatly placed them on the bed.

'There is another box in here my dear. This contains off of your mothers special 'toys'. Would you like to see?' he asked.

'Oh yes please Sir!' Lilly answered.

'I do think these will really compliment your outfit.' He said while teasing her, his hand running over the top of the case.

'Oh I hope so Sir. If I am a good girl will you allow me to try these as well?' she asked.

'We'll have to see how you behave now won't we' he replied.

'Yes Daddy. I'll be good for you. I promise.' She stated quickly.

'You promise?' he asked. 'Remember, you must submit to whatever I say!'

'I will daddy. I will do anything you tell me to do.' She replied.

'That's a good girl...' he said to her, smiling down at her anxious, excited face.

Bob lifted the smaller case out of the main box and placed it on the bed right before Lily's eyes. As he undid the tiny padlocks and flicked the two switches, her heart jumped as she saw the lid flip open. Bob smiled and very slowly started to produce her mothers 'toys'.

As each item was placed neatly on the bed in a little row, Lilly resisted the temptation to reach out and start picking things up. She saw a wide array of leather & metal items – some of which had buckles, buttons and one even had a large red ball attached to some leather straps and buckles. One item in particular caught Lily's eye as she glanced in amazement at the wide array of items was a hood. A big black leather hood, with two tiny holes where she assumed the nose went, two more holes for the eyes and a zipper for the mouth. She considered reaching out and examining the item more closely, but felt herself trembling at the prospect.

The next item's she caught sight of made her tummy pang immediately. A neat row of rubber & glass cone shaped objects were placed on the bed. As she stared at them, strange thoughts started rushing through her head – trying to imagine what they were for.

Bob noticed her mysterious expression and picked up one of the smaller instruments.

'Do you know what this is?' he asked.

Almost looking ashamedly down at the floor, she answered him. 'No daddy.'

'Well, I can show you later if you would like? Your mother likes these very much. She says they give her immense pleasure...' he said, smiling.

'Oh yes please daddy!' she exclaimed.

Bob smiled at her, and continued neatly arranging items from the box. He produced a pair of kid leather gloves and presented them to her. As she took them, the instant tingle in her fingers sent electrifying waves shooting through her.

'Would you like to put them on?' he asked.

'Oh yessssss daddy.' She stammered in her response, still in awe at the softness and smoothness of the leather gloves she now held in her hand.

She put on hand in and slowly worked her fingers into position. As she pulled the body of the glove tightly around her hand, she automatically clenched her fist to ensure tightness. Her other hand pulled the gloves up to her wrist and beyond towards her elbow, taking great care to roll & smooth out any tiny crinkles.

She proceeded to put the other glove on, again repeating the process slowly and softly. Once both were on, she started to touch each hand with the other.

'Such appreciation & attention to detail' Bob thought as he admired her new found love of leather.

Bob reached out and took hold of one of her hands and slowly lifted it to her lips.

'Breath in, slowly and deeply.' He whispered.

As she did, the same sensations as smelling her mothers boots shot through her again. Her nose met the cool soft leather and her lips softly brushed against it allowing the aroma to encapsulate her. She truly was now addicted.

Bob stood up and watched as Lilly knelt transfixed, still in a trance like state. He around her & over to the bed and picked up a studded leather collar. He knelt down behind her and slowly reached around, placing the collar around her neck and buckling it up, ensuring that it was securely in place. Then he reached across and picked up a chain leash with a leather holder at one end, and a clasp hook on the other. As he hooked the leash into place, he motioned for her to crawl towards him.

He held the lead & walked towards the middle of the room, pulling just tightly enough for her to follow him.

As she knelt on all fours, he stood in front of her looking down at her.

'This is now your new outfit Lilly. You will wear it for me whenever I order it. You will wear your collar and lead as a sign of your submission and you will comply with everything I tell you. Do I make myself clear?' he said to her in a soft, but stern manner.

'Yes daddy. I understand...' she replied, wide eyed and transfixed by her new found emotion and sensations shooting through her body.

'Good girl. Now, I think we have some training to do...' he whispered softly smiling down at her.

Lilly was on all fours in the middle of her mother's and step-fathers bedroom. She was wearing one of her mothers outfits – not for the first time, but this time it was different.

Standing over her was her step-father. The man who had been a father to her for the last 12 years. The man who was always giving her a hard time about the state of her room, her unwillingness to help out around the house and the way she acted & spoke to her mother. He made her feel like rebelling. Or at least he used to...

She caught a glimpse of herself in one of her mothers floor to ceiling mirrors. Her leather basque with the chains hanging down, taught & clipped on to her seamed stockings which ran endlessly down to her legs which were wrapped in a pair of tight OTK black leather chunky heeled boots. As she looked to where her hands rested on the floor, she could smell the aroma emanating from the long, soft, black leather gloves which delicately wrapped themselves around each of her fingers, her hands and ultimately up her wrist towards her elbows. She felt the heavy dangling of her lead and looked at the thick leather collar that sat buckled around her neck.

She caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled a wicked smile to herself. She looked good & by fuck she was turned on...

Bob Hedges stood tall above the figure on all fours at his feet. He looked down upon her, smiling as wicked thoughts rushed through his mind. Dressed up in one of his wife's favourite outfits was his 18 year old step-daughter. The girl he had treated like his own flesh and blood, the girl he would give the world to had she only treated both him & her mother with a little bit of respect, the girl he was now going to show the error of her ways.

He strolled over to the bed and picked up a black riding crop. Returning to his new pet, obviously walking the long way around her so she caught sight of his weapon of choice, he stood facing her backside. Extending his arm out, he slowly ran the tip down her back towards the rounded exposed cheeks of her bottom causing her to jump slightly. Resting the tip on her bottom, he allowed her to wiggle as the nervous sensations caused her to tremble beneath him.

He held this position, long enough for her to feel comfortable before expertly sliding the tip down across her arse hole and onto her quivering pussy.

She shimmered as the tip brushed against her, feeling the wave of excitement and anticipation building within her. She almost wanted to push back on it to speed the process up.

He held this position again, longer this time, sensing her excitement. Ever so slowly, did he manoeuvre the tip across her pussy – back and forth, up and down in a circular motion meaning the slightest movement caused her sensations to build further.

Instantly, he spun his position expertly around so that the body of the crop was now between her legs slowly rubbing her lips up and down. He watched as she eagerly let out a deep sigh and attempted to gyrate herself back onto the crop. Each time she shimmied back, the further away he moved the crop.

'Hold your position little girl.' He whispered.

'Yesssss Sirrrrr....' She hissed back, the pressure now building inside her as the anticipation reached bursting point.

He reached forward and picked up her leash, motioning her to rise up and rest on her knees. As she did, he bent his legs so that he was beside her and able to look into her eyes.

'Hands on your head little girl.' He whispered, softly smiling that coy smile as he felt her dark eyes pierce into him.

Instantly she locked her leather covered fingers together and rested them on top of her head. This position made her back arch, and her leather encased body taught, pushing her breasts further out of their cups – nipples standing on full attention through the dangling chains.

With his free hand, he reached down and swiftly ran his fingers across her pussy. Dripping wet with excitement, he could feel her juices moisten his hand. Ever so slowly, he rubbed back and forth, watching for that moment when the sensations shot up her body and registered impact on her brain.

The connection didn't take long and almost instantly she was cooing, sighing & panting.

'Oh daddy....' She moaned.

'You like that little girl?' he asked.

'Oh yes daddy.' She murmured in an attempt at a focused response.

'Have you even been this excited?' he asked, smiling into her eyes.

'No daddy. Never. Please daddy, it's so good.' She panted at him.