Lolita

By my early teens I’d already inherited Sandrine’s curves. I used to drive all the old men crazy in our street. I’d wear short skirts with no underwear, and t-shirts stretched tight across my nipples. I was a regular Lolita in those days. Even Krantz noticed it, and scolded me for being too provocative.

The other thing I did at that time was to hang around the house when Sandrine was out, and try on her old clothes - fashion gear from the seventies, when she modelled for all the top brands. Chanel, Dior, St Laurent. I’d spend hours in front of her mirror, playing with her make up and posing in her silk underwear.

One time I was modelling this bright scarlet dress, hemline way above the knee. I’d sprayed myself with perfume and applied some heavy lipstick and dark eyes. Then I was startled by a voice from close behind me.
It’s uncanny, you look more like her every day.
It was only Krantz. He’d crept up on me and was stood behind, watching our reflection in the mirror.
You made me jump, I said.
I don’t think Sandrine would approve. You’d better take the dress off now, before she gets back.
I frowned. She knows about it. She’s cool with it, papa.
I said take it off, he snapped, you look like a cheap whore.

Slowly I unzipped the dress and dropped it onto the bed. Underneath it I was wearing black silk underwear.
You want me to take this off too? I giggled.
Krantz wasn’t laughing.
Stop the teasing god damn it. You’re making me hard.
I turned to face him, starting to unhook my bra. Then I put my arms round his neck, allowing the bra to fall.
Admit it, you want me. You want to screw your own daughter.
He slapped me hard across the face, threw me onto the bed.
You little tart, I ought to teach you a lesson.
Why not. I’ve got a lot to learn, I said, goading him.
Krantz pulled my hair back, making me gasp for breath.
You're not too old for a good spanking, he said.
Then he pulled the silk knickers down, exposing my derriere. I felt a sharp pain as his hand struck my naked flesh. I cried out, but he continued, another ten times, as I screamed.

Now put the clothes back where you found them and lets forget this happened, he said.
Tears were running down my face, but I felt strangely excited. And aroused. Krantz was glaring at me, but I didn’t feel scared. I had power over men, I realised. Nothing could stop me now.