"The Lock-keeper's Daughter"

A 100 word flasher, written just after our return from holiday, I left the intro as it was writ:


Hello people. We're back, after nearly six weeks in England. Visa cards bled white! ... Four weeks spent on the canals.

The canals prompted this little tale. A lock? A piece of simple hydraulic engineering to raise or lower boats as the canal climbs or descends.

Lock-keepers are far rarer than they were. Restricted now, in our experience, to the River Thames. Nearly everywhere else you work the locks yourself.

When the boat arrives in an 'ascending' lock the view is all upwards for the occupants. Girls really should (or shouldn't ... please!) be careful what they wear and how they move.

Good to be back!


"The Lock-keeper's Daughter"
by Julius
copyright July 2006

Sweet-assed Sue, newly eighteen, often helped her lock-keeper father. Male boaters peeped up her little skirt as she worked around the lock. She liked that.

One day, she impulsively went pantyless. They really looked then. She loved that.

A week later her mother was about to ask, ‘How come no panties in the laundry lately?’

But Sue’s father appeared, brandishing a letter from his boss.

He was furious, “Just listen to this …

‘… numerous complaints.’

‘… suggest your daughter dress more modestly.’"

Sue smiled to herself, thinking of the thongs she’d bought.

“I’ll try daddy, I’ll try.”