“I’ve got a confession. I told you I’d applied to some schools, but I haven’t. I’m afraid it’s probably too late. I shouldn’t have lied about it.”
Harold took a deep breath. He had suspected as much. “I’m disappointed in you.”
“I know. And I thought I might have Lynn over tomorrow to help me fill out some applications. She’s already done all hers, and is going to Tech. She can help me.”
“I’m glad you’re taking responsibility for it. Thank you for being honest with me. If you need me to do anything, let me know.”
“I’ll need some checks to send in with the application.” Heather said softly.
“Just let me know how many and how much.” Harold told her. He expected her to go, but she just stood there, as if she was waiting.
“Is there something else?”
“Are… are you going to punish me?” she asked.
Harold caught his breath. “I guess that would be the right thing to do. Even though you’re doing the right thing now, you shouldn’t get the impression it’s easy to get away with bad things.”
Harold walked into the family room and sat down on the ottoman. Heather was right behind him and as soon as he was seated, she leaned over and laid across his lap, her rear end positioned just over his right leg. She reached back and pulled her nightshirt down to cover her panties, but it just barely managed that.
Harold rested his left hand on her back, and tried to ignore the feeling of her nubile breasts pressed against his thigh. He slapped her far cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to make it felt.
“Oh!” Heather cried.
He stared at the thin material stretched across her firm young ass, and smacked the nearer cheek, just a little harder. He heard his daughter hiss between her teeth.
He smacked her again, alternating cheeks, and let his hand linger a little longer after each one, until he was almost caressing her rear with each stroke.
On the sixth one she cried out, “Ow! Daddy, I’m sorry I was bad.”
He gave her a couple more firm strokes, the last one the hardest yet.
“Please, Daddy, no more, I’ll be good. I promise!” She was wriggling under his attack, and her night shirt had pulled up, exposing half of her panty clad butt. She reached back with her loose hand to cover her bottom, but Harold leaned across, catching her wrist in his hand, and kept her exposed.
“Two more, Princess. I hate to do it but you have to learn,” he lied.
He spanked her softer, landing on her bare panty, the angle of his blow exposing her rear even more.
He gave her the last smack. It was almost a pat, rubbing her, and he let his hand linger longer than he should, giving her ass a little squeeze as he finished. “That’s it.”
She slowly got up and to his surprise sat in his lap, apparently unaware of his hardness. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear-stained. “I’m sorry Daddy, but thank you for punishing me. It’ll help me remember.” Then she hugged him tightly.
He held his baby girl in his arms and rocked her. “Whatever I can do to help you, you know I always will.”
She hugged him tighter, wiggling in his lap. “I know Daddy.”
He held her for a long time, gently in his arms, while his hands stroked her back and calmed her.
Once she’d gone to bed, he hurried to his study. He felt guilty as hell for the thoughts running through his head. He wondered if Jeff, Lynn’s father, felt the same.
* * *
While the girls frolicked in the pool, Harold watched them from the window of his study. He found himself continuously dreaming of bending them over his knee, while they took turns being punished. He pictured there sweet young asses, barely encased in their bikinis, quivering with each blow. In his dreams they fought over who would be spanked first. Of course he’d noticed how attractive they both were in the past, but never before did he have thoughts like these.
“I thought you’d be grounded for the rest of the summer,” Lynn remarked, as she stretched out on the lounge chair for some sun.
“I’m working it out. I think I should be out of the doghouse pretty soon.” Heather said, drying herself off before laying out.
“That would be pretty amazing. How’s that possible?” Lynn asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
“The old fart has a thing for spanking schoolgirls. You should see the stuff he looks at on his computer.”
That got Lynn’s full attention. “You’re shitting me!”
“Not a bit. What’s with these dirty old men? Can you believe it? Both our fathers. Is it some kind of suburbia epidemic?” Heather laughed.
“So he’s spanking you now?” Lynn asked
“Just once so far. I hinted at your getting it too.”
“Heather. Please, tell me that you’re kidding.”
“Nope. You inspired me.” Heather laughed, stretching out.
“Jesus, Heather. You didn’t say anything about Jeff spanking me, did you?”
Heather sighed. “I had to do something.”
“Fuck! I’m dead.” Lynn whined.
“Oh, come on. He’s not going to say anything. And you told me how after you got yours, he felt so bad he finally bought you that sweet car,” Heather said.
Lynn was quiet. “Heather. I didn’t tell you everything. He’s been looking for reasons to spank me, and they’re getting a little out of hand.”
Heather turned on her side and looked over at her friend. “How’s that?”
“He expects me to be bare-assed when he does it, and he’s been touching me during and after,” Lynn confessed. “Sometimes he wants to use more than his hand.”
“Oh my God, Lynn! Did you tell your Mom?”
Lynn just looked at her. “I don’t want to.” She hurriedly added, “He treats me so good now, buys me anything I want, I could get away with murder, and it would only earn me another hot whipping.”
Heather looked at her friend in amazement. “Wow. Do you like it.”
Lynn looked almost in tears. “I hate it.” She heaved a big sigh. “I love it.”