Chp. 9
When Don and Flora got home from dinner, they sat down together on the couch so Flora could show Don her new 'job'. With her phone she showed him her social media accounts.
She'd been pretty busy, posting pictures on Instagram and short dancing videos on TikTok. Initially they were mostly from the waist down.
"I was hiding my bruises," Flora explained.
When the bruise on her neck faded, pictures with her breasts began to appear. Her face was shown once her black eye could be covered by makeup. Finally, were full body shots, but always with something covering the bruise on her ribs. Don finally got why Flora had been wearing a pulled down tube top all week.
The pictures were sexy and suggestive, but she was never actually naked. He recognized her (and his) favorite cut-off jean shorts, the micro-bikini, and some of the panties she wore. But there were other outfits he didn't recognize, along with wigs he'd never seen. In the pictures she bent over, or lay in her back with her legs open, or on her side with her butt facing the camera. She danced or posed suggestively. She called them "lewds" as opposed to nudes.
"Where are you getting all this stuff?" Don asked.
"What stuff?"
"The wigs, the underwear, the...toys you used." Don blushed a little.
"So you did watch," Flora exclaimed, smiling. "From guys,"she answered simply.
"What guys?"
Flora showed him her Instagram profile. "See this link?" She tapped it, opening a new page filled with other links to Twitter, TikTok, and more. "This page links to all my accounts. And they all link back here." She tapped one. "This is my Amazon wishlist." Flora scrolled down showing Don various images of lingerie, sex toys, camera equipment, and more.
"And guys just buy this stuff and send it here?" Don was incredulous.
"Amazon sends it here. They don't know where here is though," she reassured him.
"What do they get in return?" Don asked skeptically.
Flora shrugged. "My gratitude?"
"Uh-huh.That's it?"
"I don't know," she shrugged again. "I'll probably make special content on the site just for them. Something like that."
"So what's this site, then?" Don asked.
Flora put the phone down and picked up the laptop, handing it to Don. The browser was already up and open to her page. Don started scrolling through it as Flora slid over next to him. Her leg and arm touched his as she nestled in close to him.
"Is this some kind of service site?" he asked as he scrolled through the page. It was mostly pictures he'd already seen before, but he knew clicking on the sets would show him the naughtier subscription content. He wanted to look at it, but not with her sitting practically on top of him.
"Yeah," Flora said. "There's a standard page layout and they charge a small fee for every subscription."
Don clicked through some of the navigation. "It's not great," he remarked. "But I've seen worse." He ended on a page of her latest picture set. Scrolling through he couldn't help but stop when he saw a picture of her spreading her pussy lips open with her fingers as she stared at the camera. He tried to quickly continue past it, but was sure she saw him linger.
"I don't really like it," she said scrunching up her nose.
Don sat back. "Why? What's wrong with it?"
"Just little things really," Flora said. She picked the computer up off Don's lap, moving it to her own. Her hand brushed against his upper thigh when she put it under the laptop. "I can't keep the sets in chronological order, I can't add videos to a set of pictures, and it looks like everybody else's page. I'm not like everybody else, am I Don?"
"No, you're not," Don agreed. "But the way these service sites work is to sacrifice control for ease of use. Is keeping it in chronological order important? Usually sites provide sorting tools so users can..."
"It's important," Flora insisted.
"Well, in that case." Don reached over to use the track pad. His palm rested against the edge of the computer just inches from her crotch. His upper arm pressed against her near breast. She didn't move away from him. He looked through the admin menu. "I don't see any way to customize the code. You're stuck with this."
Flora sighed, pushing her breast harder against his arm. "Yeah, I figured."
Don moved away from her sitting upright again. Flora followed him a little, leaning slightly against him. "You could try some other site. I'm sure there's more than one of these. Or, you could make your own."
"Make my own website?" Flora was doubtful. "I'm not exactly a computer expert, Don."
"You don't have to be," Don assured her. "There are lots of tools available to make it easier. And I can help. It'll be a good leaning opportunity for you."
"Awesome!" Flora said enthusiastically. "Who doesn't love a good learning opportunity?" Flora's smile veered suddenly sideways into a smirk.
"Stop," Don said with a grin. "I'm serious. It's a good opportunity to learn a very valuable skill. And, you'll end up with exactly what you want."
"OK, Don," Flora sighed. "If you promise to help. Let's do it."
"Great," Don said excitedly. He'd never been able to convince any of his family to work with him this way. He pulled the computer from Flora's lap, returning her early brush of a hand along an upper thigh.
Flora chose deadgirl.com as her site URL. "It's me. Get it?"
Don bought the name and some hosting space. Then he installed his favorite development tools. He had Flora watch everything he did. He didn't expect her to understand everything from seeing it once, but to her credit, she did pay attention. She sat close to him as he worked, her breast rubbing his arm, her thigh touching his. He hoped she wouldn't notice his semi-hardon, but also didn't care if she did. It seemed like that water had passed under the bridge they were building some time ago.
On Saturday, Don built the scaffolding for the site based on one that Flora liked, and using the preferences she specified. After Flora populated the pages with text, Don added billing software and created three subscriber levels.
On Sunday the site was finally ready to transfer over the existing images and subscribers.
"Can you do it for me, Don? Please." Flora smiled and batted her eyelashes, and, just for good measure, put her hand on his chest.
Don made an exasperated face, but really he was eager to. He realized right away that it would give him access to all her photos and videos. Maybe she knew that too.
"I need to create more content or all this will be for nothing," Flora explained.
Don spent the rest of the day with a hardon that came and went as he slowly transferred Flora's existing content to the new site. Sure, he'd seen it all before, but this was the first time he'd had the freedom to indulge in really staring at her, studying her. The way her pubic mound became pink when she was aroused; the size, shape, color, and texture of her labia; how far her nipples protruded when they were fully erect; the way her ass looked in a variety of panties and short-shorts; the muscles in her thighs and stomach when they were clenched; how her toes curled and her neck and chest blushed when she came. Everything about Flora was exquisite, Don thought. And he didn't just mean her tight, young body. She was a true treasure.
When he was nearly done, Flora came out of her room.
"Stop dawdling, Don. I've got more," she announced, waving a small memory card.
Don shifted uncomfortably on the couch as Flora plopped down next to him. A close up picture of her fingers pulling open her glistening wet labia filled the screen.
"Mmmm," she purred, nestling against him. "You like that one?"
"I like them all," Don deflected. "These are really good quality images. You're taking these with your phone?"
Flora chuckled. "No. My friends have bought me a digital camera with a remote, and a ring light."
He wasn't sure if it was the close up image triggering his imagination, but Don thought he could smell Flora's pussy as she moved in next to him.
"Wow. That must have been expensive," he said, trying not to think about her wet pussy.
"I guess," Flora shrugged.
"OK," Don said, changing the subject. "Well, this will be a good lesson in uploading images to the new site." Don handed the laptop to Flora and walked her through the steps.
Don recognized the tube top she wore in the pictures from one of her masturbation shows that week. She wore with it some tight shorts that made him think of roller skating in the 70s, but much sexier.
"I want to add a video too," she told him when all the pictures had been uploaded.
Flora navigated to a folder and opened one of the files. He immediately recognized the video. Her outfit in the photos wasn't a coincidence. She'd picked it to match the video. She seemed to always be thinking ahead. She was constantly impressive. Flora added the video, and it all fit seamlessly together.
The last thing to do was update the links from Flora's old site and set up a redirect to the new one. Everything worked perfectly. Don was pleasantly surprised. And he found the weekend's work fun and fulfilling. It stood in marked contrast to the next week back in the office.
The only bright spot during each day was Flora's 1 o'clock performance. It thrilled him to watch her. But knowing that she was filming it for her website made it even more detached from him than her use of 'Daddy' had. He felt that she was growing beyond him, and the thought made him sad. He knew that was stupid, because she'd always been beyond him. He'd set it up that way, for her benefit, and likely his. It was the only thing that made sense. But still that lonely longing, that suppressed dream remained, and Don himself had made sure it would stay that way.
On Wednesday Flora picked him up as usual. But she was strangely quiet in the car. It made Don's feeling of losing her even more acute. By the time they got home he was practically depressed.
In the house, Flora asked him to sit with her for a moment.
"I need to ask you a favor," she said nervously. "And I want you to think about it before you answer. OK?"
"Don feared this was the beginning of a 'talk'. "OK," he agreed morosely.
"Are you alright?" Flora asked.
"Yeah," Don assured her. "I'm fine. Go ahead." He smiled weakly.
"OK." Flora took a deep breath. "I want...I need you to spank me, Don." She smiled weakly, uncertain about how he would react.
"What?" Don was shocked. "Why? What do you mean?"
"You know what a spanking is, don't you Don. You use your hand to smack my bare butt. It's pretty basic."
