reward?

Beccy had lived a quiet life she was brought up on a farm, he father had kept her separate from the rough male workers that he had employed and she had resented him for this, she had felt that if she had been a boy then she would be able to go out and have fun. She had attended at an all girls Catholic School and had never been alone in adult male company.

The behaviour of the drunkard, his anger and **** was alien to Beccy adrenalin coursed through her body and she tried to calm herself, she looked at her saviour and found it odd that he was so calm.

"I can't honestly thank you enough, I don't knew what he would have done if you hadn't been here" she said in her soft Scottish voice.

"Don't worry about it, I just did what any other right minded man would do" he said still reading his newspaper

"I am in your debt sir, and my father taught me never to be a in anyone's debt, can I give you something for your time"

She reached into her purse and began to pull out the money she had for her trip,

"Don't bother with that, trust me I don't need it" said the man from behind the newspaper

"I have to give you something, its a matter of honour"

With a sigh he said "Well, tell me your name and we will call it quits"

"Rebecca but everyone calls me Beccy, what's yours"

"We'll Beccy I am James, now we are quits"

With a rye smile Beccy said "No, you've told me yours so I am still in your debt"

The newspaper was put down and James looked at the young woman in front of him, she was young enough to be his daughter but there was something endearing about her, she clearly was very innocent but her big dark eyes gleamed with intelligence. With a sigh and a smile he said

"Well, I don't want your money, you have nothing in your possession that I need what else do you think a man like me would want"?

Beccy thought for a second, this was alien to her, she remembered what her father had said

"All boys want to do is get you naked and plough you"

She though about the male workers and remembered hearing them speak about the women in the village and what they would do to them, she had seen some of the magazines that they had left with naked women in them.

She though about the scary drunkard and it was clear that he had wanted to see up her skirt, what did she have left to offer?

James began to reach of his newspaper, and said

"I'm sorry young lady but it looks like you will always be in my debt"

For a second Beccy thought that she saw James look at her stocking tops, she bit her lip, her heart was beginning to pound in her chest, her fingers crept to the hem of her skirt, she looked at James in the eye and slowly lifted her skirt

"Do you like what you see"

James's left eyebrow arched, it was clear that he had not been expecting this, he began to answer when the young woman pulled up her tartan skirt exposing a pair of very white panties, the older man took in the sight, her legs were slightly parted and he could see her womanhood through the cotton material.

"Why did you do that"? he asked

Beccy felt a pang of embarrassment and slowly lowered her skirt,

"I'm sorry did you not like that"? she asked looking down at the ground trying not to meet his eyes

"I didn't say I didn't like it, I asked why did you do that"?

Beccy's hands were shaking, she didn't know the answer, she could feel the material covering her private area get damp, she thought to herself

"Why am I getting excited".

Seeing her discomfort James asked in a calming voice

"Tell me about yourself"

Beccy was grateful that the conversation had changed, she spoke about her family, the farm, school and being accepted to college.

James listened carefully and asked

"So, you've never had a male companion who wasn't your father"

Beccy shook her head

"Ok, firstly you need to know what power you have over men, in front of me I see a beautiful young woman that any red bloodied man would cut off their right hand to be with, if you can control this this then you will have a major advantage in life"

Beccy listened, she knew that she was pretty but hearing it from an older man made it different, she looked at him and he looked like he was examining her, she felt excited by this older sophisticated man taking an interest in her, he was speaking to her like a equal not like a silly little girl.

"What do you mean, no one has ever looked at me that way I don't have any power,

James replied

"Do you trust me, because I am going to show you the power you have over men, but you must follow my instruction to the letter"

Beccy nodded, again there was something about him that made her feel safe.

"You saved me, I owe you, I trust you and I will do whatever you say"

James spoke, his tone was neutral but had authority.

"Reach under your skirt and take your panties off"