The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7

... deprived of much in his childhood, however his greatest deprivation was when the Lord God Almighty skimped on him in the brains department. But even he could see what Samantha was driving at. She wanted him to give corporal punishment to her own daughter. His own body began preparing for this; energy that might, in normal function, be directed toward logical brain activity or moral capacity was being channeled southward, towards his testes.

‘She will be home in a taxi soon, the headmaster called me an hour ago.’

‘Aye, right.’ Replied Gary, still uncertain in his mind about what his own actions should be.

‘So, will you stay around? I need to find out from Rachel exactly what occurred and I fear that she will just clam-up under my questioning.’

Gary was now in the predicament that Samantha had carefully planned. One where he had to weigh temptation against a moral obligation to himself. ‘I don’t know …Samantha, I like, came here to mend a swimming pool and, like, found myself giving sex lessons. This is like a bit…'

Samantha then played her trump card. ‘I was thinking, that maybe we could make love tonight. Soft, gentle love. I have so missed that.’

This appealed to that romantic part of Gary’s nature. To him Samantha Barton was a beautiful woman and as a child he had often fantasied about marrying such an individual, but because of the brutally of his early life, he had suppressed that urge for so long. ‘Aye…Samantha. That would be grand, I’ll, see what I ...

... can do with Rachel, like '

‘Oh, thank you Gary, thank you.’ This was not before time. Rachel’s taxi was crunching on the long drive up to the Grange.

The Rachel that alighted from the taxi walked sheepishly to the house, she may have been sent from school for wearing non-standard clothing but now she wore a knee length pleated skirt and a blazer. The bag she carried gave all the impression of educational respectability.

She soon stood in the kitchen before her mother who showed herself disconsolate. ‘Rachel, poppet, you are going to tell me what happened. I promise I will not be angry, but you must tell me the truth.’

‘But Mummy, it was all of the other girls; they were picking on me and well it was my underwear…that…' Rachel looked at Gary. ‘Does Mr. Fowler need to be here?’

‘Rachel, I have asked Mr. Fowler to stay. I would like him to give my punishment more authority.‘

‘Punishment Mummy?’

‘Yes darling, you don’t think I could ignore this latest misdemeanour of yours, Hmm?’

‘But Mummy, it wasn’t my fault, it was the other girl’s that made me wear it, and Mrs. Simmons has already punished me, or tried to.’

‘Rachel, darling, what happened at school today?’

The young girl looked at Gary and then at her mother and began her tale loquaciously. ‘Mummy, it was that horrible Janet and Emma and Sophie who hid my skirt after games, I couldn’t find it and they said I had to wear the freshers skirt, the one the new girls have to wear and I said okay, even ...