Tell her how hot her fantasies are.

“You're not a slut, Honey.” I try to do the right thing. Whoever this Sister Angelica is, she should have her teaching license stripped. “You're not a slut. You are the sweetest most decent young woman I've met in a long time.”

“But the way I get excited by being taken like that ... that must be a sin.” Her vehemence catches me a little bit by surprise, and Alison uses the silence to go on. “Those fantasies are sick ... how could any man ever want someone like me?”

“A fantasy like that sounds pretty hot to me.” I tell her as I feel my cock starting to revive. “I bet there are a lot of guys who would be happy to play the part of a Yankee officer ravishing a Southern Belle.”

“Really?” She wipes some tears from her doe-eyes and looks back at me hopefully. “You wouldn't think I'm depraved?”

“Of course not, Angel.” I assure her “It's just pretend, you wouldn't think that I was actually a **** if we did that, right?”

“How could I think that, Mr. P? You're the nicest man I've ever met.” I'm not so sure about that, but her faith in me is as inspiring as her sexy body, and to my surprise I find my cock is still growing. I can't remember the last time I was able to get it up two times in a row like this.

“I have a dress I could wear ...” Alison pauses unsure if this is something I'd like, “if you want.” When I smile and nod, she digs into the back of her wardrobe and pulls out a garment bag that looks big enough for three dresses. “Wait here Sir, I won't be long.” While she is gone, I pull my khakis and shirt back on so I'm sitting naked in her room and my mind wanders to this **** scenario of hers. It is close to several of my own go to jerk-off fantasies and I wonder how I got this lucky. About five minutes later I hear the bathroom door open and close and wait expectantly for Alison's return. I don't really know what I was expecting, but certainly not this.

“Do you like it?” She turns around slowly so the full skirts rise just enough to see matching blue slippers under a layer of lace and tulle. “My cousin had a Southern Belle wedding, and I was one of the bridesmaids.”

“It's beautiful, Angel.” I shake my head in wonder and then, deliberately lower the pitch of my voice to a gravelly growl and add. “I can't wait to see you take it off for me.” Alison isn't phased in the least by this sudden change in demeanor and her southern accent becomes much more pronounced.

“Oh, but I couldn't, Colonel Patterson.” Her hands rise to clasp together under her chin, “No man has ever seen me in my undergarments.”

“Don't make me pull that dress off you myself, Miss Miller, it would be a shame to tear that fine silk or bruise the creamy white flesh it is hiding.” My threat is enough to move her small hands to the row of buttons holding her bodice tight, but after the third button she stops again.

“Please Colonel, this is a most ungentlemanly behavior.”

“I'm not a gentleman, Miss. I'm a God-damn soldier and you're a young woman whose going to learn the price of rebelling against your president.” I climb to my feet enjoying the way she seems to shrink in size as I step closer. “What do you think your Mother and Aunt are doing right now with the boys, or for that matter that mousey cousin of yours or even your little sister with my two young lieutenants?” At that Alison's eyes widen in shock and excitement.

“Not Mandy!” She shakes her head timidly, “She's too young ... please, it's not right!”

“She looked a little young for my tastes, I'll grant you that, but those lads are only a few years older than her themselves.” The fleeting mental image of two lanky young men in uniform spit roasting a pretty young virgin makes me lick my lips in anticipation. “Maybe after she been broken in, I'll swap you for her and see what she's learned.” I only just barely catch Alison's hand before it connects with my cheek, and for a second, I wonder if I've gone too far.

“You disgust me, Colonel Patterson!” Alison's eyes flash fiercely, but I now know she's just acting, “You and your awful men. You'll burn in Hell for this ungodly act of rapine and plunder.” I just laugh at her threat of damnation. I've long ago stopped living my life in fear of some dreadful afterlife, and I don't doubt that any ancestor I had who may have fought in the Civil War was probably seen enough Hell in the war that fire and brimstone were unlikely to deter him from a prize like this.

“Take off your clothes, girl, if you want to have something that you can put back on once me and my men are done with you.”