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Article 2145 of alt.sex.fetish.smoking: Message-ID: <171337Z18081995@anon.penet.fi> Path: cocoa.brown.edu!agate!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net! news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi! Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.smoking From: an284773@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.fetish.smoking Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an284773@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 18 Aug 1995 17:10:01 UTC Subject: Miss Vicki Part 1 of 5 (long) Lines: 150 "Miss Vicki" The following is the story of my daughter Vicki and how she became a smoker. It didn't start out that way, but I eventually found myself actually encouraging my daughter to become a smoker just like me. Ever since she was a small child, Vicki had demonstrated a real curiosity about my smoking. I had been a pack-a-day smoker ever since my early teens and I still love to smoke, and so I often smoked when I was with my daughter. One day when she was about five I remember her asking me innocently, as she watched me enjoying a cigarette, "Mommy, when will I be able to smoke like you?". My answer was that she was too young to smoke and that she should never even think about it since it was bad for her. But in retrospect I wonder if making it something forbidden had something to do with what happened a few years later. Vicki was a beautiful and happy child, with long, naturally curly dark brown hair, and had never caused me any real trouble, doing well in school and generally being well-behaved and one of the joys of my life, keeping me going for a few years after the tragic loss of her father and my loving husband in an accident when she was seven. We were at least well-provided for afterwards by his company's insurance as well as our own, and so I did not have to worry about finances as we readjusted to life with just the two of us. My parents were extremely supportive as well even though they lived some hours drive away, and eventually we settled into a reasonably normal life with a comfortable home and lifestyle. One summer day when Vicki was 12, we were at home and I had just lit a cigarette when the doorbell rang. I left the cigarette in an ashtray in the living room and went to answer the door. As I was talking with a neighbor who had come by to invite us to a cookout that weekend, I happened to look in the mirror in the hallway and was shocked to see the reflected image of Vicki quietly reaching for my burning cigarette and puffing on it! She quickly blew it out without inhaling and replaced it in the ashtray as she returned to the sofa where she had been sitting with me. I finished my conversation and returned to the living room. Picking up my cigarette, I looked at it and said to her, "Vicki, this looks like someone's been smoking it. Did you take a puff?" She turned a deep red and stammered, "What?... uhh... I guess so", in a quiet voice that sounded deeply ashamed, with a look of instant guilt on her face. I decided that this was something that needed to be punished before it went any further. "Well, then, Miss Vicki, if you like smoking so much, let's see you have one. Here", I said angrily, taking out a fresh Salem 100 and handing it to her, "I want you to smoke this. I'll join you", I said, crushing out my old one and taking out another. Vicki reluctantly accepted the Salem from me and, trembling, appeared to be on the verge of tears. I was upset with her, though, and didn't care. Flicking my lighter to life I said, "Watch how I do this", as I lit my own cigarette, then offered the flame to hers as I ordered her to light up as I had. She slowly moved the cigarette to her lips and drew softly on it as I touched the flame to the end. It immediately ignited and smoke flowed into Vicki's mouth. As I removed the lighter she quickly pulled the cigarette away and blew out a small puff of uninhaled smoke. "I want you to smoke the whole thing. Do you inhale?", I asked, knowing that she didn't. She said "No", in a thin, trembly voice, as I told her, "Well, you're going to. Take a puff, and don't blow it out", I ordered, as Vicki complied, fearing my anger. "Now open your mouth and breathe in, like this", I told her, demonstrating for her benefit. She did as she was told and suddenly a spasm of coughing overtook her as smoke spewed out in all directions. After a few seconds she recovered and, eyes watering, said, "Oh, mommy, I'm sorry. I was just curious about it. I don't really want to smoke". "You should have thought of that sooner", I told her, still angry. "You're going to smoke all of that. Take another puff", I commanded. As she did, I told her, "Now, inhale again". This time she didn't cough, but still found it an unpleasant experience. She blew out smoke as tears streamed down her cheeks, deeply ashamed. I continued to force her to smoke the cigarette as I wanted to make her sick, and soon she began to turn pale. Eventually, she took one last puff and as she exhaled, she retched and rushed out of the room to the bathroom. When she regained some composure, I told her in a stern tone, "There! See what it does to you? I don't want you to ever smoke again!" After a while, I softened my attitude towards her and, sitting next to her on the sofa, I explained to her that I didn't want to see her smoke and that's why I did what I had to her. Our relationship had always been a good one, and Vicki told me she was sorry and that she wouldn't do it again. Later that night I was reflecting on what had happened earlier in the day. I felt badly that I had lost my cool about what Vicki had done, and guilty about having forced her to be sick. I didn't want Vicki to smoke, but I didn't want to damage our relationship should she decide she some day wanted to do so. I promised myself that if the situation ever presented itself to me again, I would handle it differently. As it turned out, I didn't have to wait very long. A few weeks later on a miserable, rainy day, Vicki and I were housebound and were each seated on the living room sofa reading magazines. I had just lit a cigarette and as I flipped the page of my magazine, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was manouevering herself in such a way so as to catch some of my sidestream smoke and was trying to breathe it in. Playfully, I took a puff of my cigarette and casually exhaled it out of the side of my mouth in her direction. She again moved so as to catch some of my smoke and was obviously trying to inhale it. After a minute, Vicki changed her position and reclined on the sofa, resting her head on my thigh. I again decided to test her and took another puff, this time exhaling through my nostrils directly downward towards her face. I was astounded to see her open her mouth slightly and take a deep breath as the smoke surrounded her, and it seemed to me that she actually was able to inhale a little of it. I repeated this action with each remaining puff of my cigarette, and so did she. Vicki remained in this position and flipped through her magazine for another 20 minutes, by which time I was ready for another cigarette. When I saw her again repeat her performance as I again tested her as I exhaled my first puff, a thought started to form in my mind. Devilishly, I decided to act upon it after a short period of consideration, and slowly but casually moved the hand holding the Salem towards Vicki's mouth, so it was only an inch or so away. I saw her eyes widen as she watched the movement, and then, after allowing her a few moments of anticipation, I deliberately lowered my hand and gently inserted the filter between her lips. "Here, go ahead, honey... try a puff", I said softly, smiling at her, and Vicki, looking at me with eyes even wider now, closed her lips around the Salem after a moment of shocked hesitation and took a tentative puff. After a few seconds I pulled it away and she opened her mouth slightly, briefly showing me a dense white ball of smoke for a second before it disappeared down into her lungs as she quickly inhaled, remembering the technique if not the consequences of her previous experience. She then exhaled a stream of smoke straight upwards as a slight smile appeared on her face. "Did you enjoy that, dear?", I asked her. "Ooooh, yes, mom.... that was nice!", she said after a moment, a look of delight and surprise on her face. "Well, don't think you'll get to do that all the time", I responded in a near-whisper, "but I might let you have an occasional treat now and then", I said with a smile. I didn't give Vicki any more chances until later that evening while watching TV, when she again reclined onto my lap. It was obvious to me that she was looking for another puff, and after I lit up the next time I made her wait for a minute or so, but eventually I again placed the filter of my Salem close to her mouth without a word. Quickly moving to seal her lips around it, she drew more strongly on the cigarette this time and I let her take as much as she wanted, only removing it when I detected that the puff was finished. She smoothly inhaled the cool, mentholated smoke almost immediately and held it in her lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing out a thick plume towards the ceiling as a thrilled look appeared on her face. 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