Part 2
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Hong Kong, six months later

Laughter from downstairs. Katie (Uncle Edgar liked 'Katie' better than 'Kate' so she was now officially 'Katie') listened to the male guffaws without interest. Uncle Edgar had so many guests over all the time. Anyway, they kept him busy. There was so much entertaining in Asia. Uncle Edgar said it was part of doing business. They had been at it for a couple of hours now, long after the cook and maid had served dinner, cleared the dishes and left for the night. Katie could smell the cigarette smoke and the clink of cocktail glasses from the party going on below, now and then the karaoke machine with the accompanying Chinese voices.

Anyway, it occupied Uncle Edgar's time which was o.k. with Katie. She would have been in bed much sooner (Uncle's Rule #9: lights out at 9:00 pm) but his mind was on his guests right now. Maybe he had even forgotten what day it was, Katie hoped fretfully. So Katie continued to read quietly, hoping to finish the magazine she was reading. It was an English copy of "Teen Babe" magazine. She couldn't pick up a word of Chinese which wasn't taught to her anyway, so she was always excited when Uncle gave her a copy just in from the overseas packet. She was engrossed in reading an article called "When To Tease And When To Please," all about dating tips. She had been reading it all night, over and over again. It had just the most super advice, like:

Tease Tip #1 Boys love it just scads when a girl wears tight pullovers! But remember, Please Tip #1 Your bra should be easy for him to take off once he gets underneath that sweater!

Katie blew on her drying red nails and carefully turned the magazine page and continued reading.

Tease Tip #2 Boys like it when you ask them to do things for them because you can't-- 'you're just a girl', but Please Tip #2 Boys don't like it when you ask too much. Don't be a 'space'-- remember your place!

Too much reading at one time was beginning to bore her. She flipped the cover over. A beautiful blonde girl stared up at her. The model was so hot-looking ('inappropriate thought' the teacher would say! and Uncle wouldn't say anything; he'd just take poor Katie over his knee!). But Katie couldn't help it and slowly the limp cock stirred. Katie blew on her fingers again and rolled onto her flat, trim tummy, squashing the growth before the troublemaker began rubbing itself raw against the metal mesh of the chastity belt. She emptied her mind of the thoughts then re-addressed the cover consciously. Yes, the model was pretty. Yes, Katie bet she had many boyfriends. Once again she was just another girl, nothing more. The stirring stopped and Katie was grateful. It was happening less and less but it never went away entirely. It caused her too many problems. She blew on her nails again.

"Katie!" It was Uncle Edgar! "I know you're awake! Get down here-- I want to introduce you to some guests!"

She frowned. "Uh, Uncle, I'm not really dressed," she pleaded lamely through the door.

"Now!" Uncle Edgar boomed.

Katie rolled off the bed. She had on a pair of black cotton panties and a matching soft-cup black cotton training brassiere. She grabbed her pink silk kimono top and slipped into it, tying the waist knot of the sash tight. It only accentuated her lovely curved hips but Katie was not aware of this as she sashayed down the steps, obediently smiling.

"Yes, Sir?"

The two Asians were seated on a wide leather couch. One was older, the other a younger more protege-looking type. They spoke to each other in rapid, excited Mandarin, smiling and gaping at her. Her uncle sat across from them in an arm chair. He patted his knee.

She kept her head bowed and minced over, seating herself daintily on his knee. His arm encircled her waist, finding a home right under the band of Katie's panty's thin elastic band. Her hands folded over one another and rested on top of it.

Edgar switched to Mandarin now, though he knew Katie wouldn't understand it.

"My little whore, Katie! You like gentlemen?"

The protege smiled widely at first, but held his tongue as the older Chinese gave a more neutral expression.

"Pretty like your American actress Jodie Foster. But like the actress, her breasts are small."

"It can be arranged that they are larger, whatever your needs are we can accommodate, I assure you!" Edgar patted his 'niece's' knee. Katie squirmed. "Bigger if you like. This one is mine and I prefer her this way."

The Chinese nodded, then matched his protege's smile. "In this case, I see possibilities. Certain Hong Kong businessmen would enjoy such a pretty dove as your-- niece. And your supply is secure." It was a shielded question, not intended to imply disbelief but to signal it.

Edgar nodded and slapped Katie's thigh, bringing a brief red rise from the pale skin. "Mr. Chang, there are more where Katie came from. All I need is your ordering information and I can guarantee delivery within eight months. As well as guarantee of a volume of at least two million US dollars."

The older Chinese nodded and rose. The younger man did likewise. As if on pre-arranged cue, the two bowed.

"You have been a most gracious host and your proposition has been well-received. May I trouble to ask one last question?"

Edgar offered open palms. "Anything, Mr. Chang."

"Why you do this? You are most wealthy and prosperous. You not need to trade in these goods."

Edgar bowed and walked the two to the door. As he showed them out, he answered. "School pride, Mr. Chang. Chalk it up to an old b-ball player for Elgin Academy."

The two Chinese shook their heads, unsure of what the round-eyes meant, but smiling politely as they bid goodnight. Edgar closed the door and turned to his niece.

"You probably thought I had forgotten what day it is, didn't you?"

Katie's false smile dissolved. Abruptly, she stood up, hands folded in front of her. "Uh, no sir. You never forget."

"Too bad for you, huh Katie?" He took a last swig from his highball and placed the empty glass on an end table. Then Uncle Edgar pulled out a sheet of paper from the breast pocket of his suit jacket and looked it over, holding his hand in his chin as he contemplated the typed words. He reseated himself in the armchair. Katie unwillingly positioned herself, standing in front of her seated uncle.

"Friday, as we both know is Review Day. Since you're a maturing girl of sixteen and a half, it is important to make sure you are growing up correctly. And there are some interesting things on the list this week. So let's review the notes I have on you, Katie. Ah, a note from your teacher, Mrs. Lee at the English School. It seems you had a run in your stockings on Monday-- very unladylike. Can you explain this?"

Katie remembered-- she had bumped up against a desk leg and it had put a small run in her white stockings. It hadn't been that bad. She had repaired it with her nail polish as she had been taught in the Girl's Lavatory and hoped her instructors hadn't seen it. She had been wrong.

"It was a small run, Uncle Edgar. And if you let me wear pantyhose, I could have borrowed some from a friend," Katie whined.

Uncle Edgar waved the explanation away brusquely. "We're NOT going to have that discussion again. Proper young ladies like you wear stockings and garters-- NOT pantyhose! The next thing would be pants for God's sakes!" He laughed at that ridiculous concept. "Next year we can talk about possibly letting you wear thigh highs, but for now, you'll be more careful-- understand?"

Katie swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Fine." He marked the list. "Three spanks for that indiscretion. Now, I have a note from Ms. Ky, your gymnastics instructor, that you have received a C- on your half term routine. Why?"

Katie pulled the kimono tight. "I can't do splits, Uncle. the girls can--"

"You mean the OTHER GIRLS can, but you can't. You're a girl too, remember Katie?" His eyes bored into her and she nodded.

"Yes, Uncle, I mean the other girls. But I can't because of--"

That answer was clearly unacceptable, because Uncle Edgar waved silence on her. "You're not practicing enough. You WILL learn to do a split properly, learn to do the uneven bars and learn to do cartwheels and flips. You will find that your chastity belt will allow you to do all this. If not, we'll see a doctor about making you physically able to do this. Are we clear?"

Katie grimaced. "Yes, Sir. But," she smiled brightly, "I did get a B on my math quiz!"

Uncle Edgar smiled. "Yes, but what good will that do you, Katie? You're a girl and girls like you will never be good in math-- it's a fluke. Besides you spend too much on math. I'm taking you out of that class. I want you to learn French instead. Won't that be fun-- French is the language of romance, you know!"

Katie answered with a doubtful smile.

"Now, a C- deserves, oh, five spanks. Next, I see Mrs. Wong says when she took you to Kowloon to help her shop, she noticed a chipped nail!"

Katie nodded, accepting the blame. "Yes, Sir. I know I must keep better care of my nails."

"Let me see them now," commanded Uncle Edgar.

She presented her hands, palms down. He held her soft, small hands, examining hem for flaws. But the nails were a perfect set of hot pink well-shaped long finger nails. "Since they are in good shape, just one spank. Now let's see, we have a total of nine spanks for this week! Well, very good Katie! That is three less than last week! Congratulations!"

Katie grinned proudly. Last week's no-nos had really put the fear of God into her. Her butt had really paid a price. Fine, she would only get nine. She could live through it, as long as there was hope that some day she wouldn't have any, that someday she wouldn't be a she any more! She had hooked her thumbs into her panties to pull them down and present herself for her weekly correction, when Uncle Edgar wagged a finger.

"Not yet, sweet thing. There's one more I left off-- because it's so especially naughty."

Katie sucked in a breath as he pulled out a small piece of pink paper.

"A sheet from your diary, missy. You see, I was reading through it the other day to make sure you were putting down all your little thoughts like you're supposed to and I noticed a page had been ripped out. I wondered, why would Katie rip a page out-- had she written something inappropriate? But I couldn't find it." He shook his head in mock gravity. "Well, as your uncle, I had to get to the bottom of it. So I asked Ms. Chan the housekeeper if she had seen anything like it. And do you know what she told me?"

Katie's eyes had widened into watery half-dollars, ready to spill frightened tears. She nodded sadly.

"Of course you do, because you gave it to her to pass on. Here-- is this yours?" He unfolded the note and handed it to his niece.

Katie regarded it ruefully. What had she been thinking to have done this?

To Anybody's Attention,

Please help me! I am being kept as a sex slave by a crazy businessman named Edgar Stiffington in Hong Kong. He has had me turned into a girl named Katie and tells people I am his niece, but I am really a boy! I don't remember my real name because of the things they have done to me and I look like a girl, but I am really a boy! Please help-- he makes me do things I don't like to do and he punishes me if I don't do them the way he likes! I know this sounds crazy, but if you can read this, then you have to help me!

Uncle Edgar gently pulled the page out of his niece's hand and tore it into tiny pieces of confetti. "Too bad Mrs. Chan can't read English. Too bad she couldn't understand what you were trying to tell her. Oh well-- you'll just have to be punished for this bit of misbehavior. Too bad. I think eleven spanks are in order for this-- for an even twenty. Go on Katie, you know what to do."

Twenty! She hadn't had that many for many months! But she had been bad, very, very bad, and she knew she deserved it. Because, tonight she realized that she WAS Katie, WAS a sixteen and a half year old girl, and she WAS and would ALWAYS BE her uncle's plaything. With a genuine penitence, she slipped off her kimono top and pulled down her black cotton bikini panties. Trembling, she draped herself over uncle's knees. She could already feel the hard cock underneath his trousers coming to life.

Edgar looked at the nude pale moons in his lap. As he always did, he effortlessly unhooked Katie's training bra, pulling the straps back and leaving her back bare except for the innocent freckles. Before raising his open palm, he fingered the soft wires that ran up between her cheeks and around her waspy waist. A slight tug on it brought a moan from Katie. He grinned.

"Your troublemaker, Katie-- it's what leads you straight into all this naughtiness! Imagine-- you a boy! Why you're just the prettiest, sexiest little niece an uncle like me could ever have!" He raised his palm and dropped it hard on Katie's rump.

"Bad little girl! I'll teach you not to think you're a boy!"

And so the correction continued. And after it was over, her uncle taught Katie just how to be a good little girl. He was such a thoughtful man.

THE END


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