Aisha

For the second time in a week, Aliza sits on her plush chair with a drink in hand. I cautiously sit next to her.

"As you undoubtedly noticed, I've removed the filters for your internet access."

"Yeah, I noticed."

She takes a long sip of her drink.

"To this day, I've disabled only filters for the minimum of mature content on our internet, for Aisha." She casts a sultry glance at me that makes my heart skip a beat. She knows we're both thinking about the stories that both herself and her daughter read. For a moment, I let myself hope that she's going to reenact one of those stories, with me.

She quickly returns to a more business-focused expression. "I've left all the other filters enabled. She knows nothing of war, ****, famine, prejudice, violent crime..." She heaves a deep sigh, taking another sip.

"Peter." Aliza looks me in the eye, and I can see just how dead serious she is. "I know we discussed this already, but I want to make sure there are no uncertainties between us. I want you to help her see the truth of the world." She purses her lips for a moment. "No, I need you to. Because I cannot bring myself to do so."

"Why me, though?" The question comes unbidden. I quickly elaborate, not wanting to appear rude. "Aren't there people that would be better for this? Maybe a teacher from when she was young?"

"You are the first person to ever be this close with her," Aliza explains. "Plus... you and I both know the true nature of your arrangement."

I cringe a bit at that. I had expected as much, but the confirmation is still a bit nerve wracking.

"What I'm not clear on is the details." She glares at me. "Tell me everything about the arrangement, and your plans. As well as what you have done so far."

I nod, and explain it all to Aliza. I make sure to touch on how I told her that **** is a crime, and that I'm going to be showing her aspects of intimacy that aren't explicitly sexual, so she can have a healthy perception of relationships.

By the time I'm done recounting and explaining it all, Aliza's face is flushed red. When I finally finish, I could swear she was smiling - but if she was, she immediately hides it behind her drink as she takes a long sip.

"That's certainly...interesting..." She seems to be breathing a bit more deeply than usual. "And I appreciate that you will be attempting to give her a healthy view of relationships."

I nod, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I would like to be more involved in planning the rewards."

And there it is. Just as I expected, she's taking offense to -

Wait...

What?

"Huh?"

"Once a week, you are to report to me with a list of your planned rewards, in order. Then, you will-" she clears her throat for a moment. "Exhibit them to me. And I will decide what rewards you will give to her."

My eyes flick between her voluptuous breasts, her pouty lips, her hungry eyes, and her near-empty bottle of liquor.

"Are...are you drunk? Are you sure this is what you want?"

"It is sweet of you to consider my ability to consent, but I can assure you that I am fully cognizant of my decisions."

I nod, only somewhat assured by that. "O...okay..."

She clears her throat again. "So, onto business. You have cuddled with her, kissed her, and...groped her." She seems uncomfortable saying that, despite herself. "What are your planned rewards for the rest of the week? And before you say anything, I will expect you to cuddle, kiss, and grope me, alongside the remainder of your plan for the week. So keep that in mind."

I nod, my mind racing. I hadn't gotten anywhere near that far yet - I hadn't planned anything! I was just making it up as I go along!

I have to quickly come up with the rewards, on the spot.