“Shit. Which one is it?”
“I hate that I love it.”
* * *
Lynn had just left, and Harold was writing out three checks and closing the envelopes when he heard a crash from the kitchen.
“You Ok, honey?”
“Just a minute, Dad.”
He heard the noise of cleaning up and went to look in on his only child. She was bending over, cleaning up a broken plate. She was still wearing her bathing suit, demurely covered with a nice coverup, which was almost covering her head as she bent over. Her bikini was stretched tight across her tail, exposing those succulent cheeks.
“God, I’m sorry Dad. I was trying to juggle too many plates, I was in a hurry to get everything put away, and I just lost one. I hope you’re not too mad,” Heather explained, standing with the dustpan and brush in her hand. She dumped the dustpan in the garbage, and straightened her coverup, hiding the treasure underneath.
“No, but I still think you’ll have to be punished, to learn to be more careful,” Harold said, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.
“Of course,” Heather answered, hiding the eagerness in her voice.
* * *
She came and stood before him, while he seated himself in preparation. She felt herself blushing, knowing her skimpy bathing suit was all that would be covering her rear. She was glad she wasn’t wearing a thong; she didn’t think she was ready for that.
“Ready?” she asked.
Harold just patted his lap.
She stretched out across him, and waited.
Harold had his legs closer together, and he raised her rear-end higher, forcing her to lean over and keep her balance with her hands on the floor. She felt the blood rushing to her head, and spread her legs a big to help maintain her balance. She felt so much more exposed than the day before. The slope of her back had her coverup sliding down her body. It was covering nothing but her shoulders and the back of her head.
Harold could barely think straight. He was getting hard even before she was in place. He reached out and placed his hand on her ass, just feeling it, before he drew back and gave her the first blow. She flinched a little.
“Oh!” she cried, just like the first time.
His left hand was just resting easily on her back, feeling her young smooth skin, holding her in place.
He alternated spanking her cheeks, enthralled by how they pinked up and the outline of his hand remained for a moment. After a dozen or so he rested his hand on her ass, gently caressing her.
“Are you Ok?” he asked.
“Yes,” so softly he barely heard it.
He spanked her lower, on the bare flesh, where her legs started. It was louder, and yielded a delicious response as she squirmed underneath him, yelping.
After each smack, his hand remained longer, now obviously stroking her ass, gently squeezing her cheeks. She was moaning a little, in between her cries, and pushing herself back against his hand.
On the next blow, on the near cheek, he left his hand where it landed, his fingertips brushing against the bit of cloth covering her crotch, feeling the puffiness of her flesh there.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned. “How many more? It hurts.”
“Just a few more, baby,” he answered, sliding his hand between her legs for just a second, rubbing against his daughter’s barely covered pussy.
He caught himself, thinking he might have gone too far, and finished with two more easy smacks, right in the middle of each cheek. Then he caressed her ass cheeks, “That wasn’t too bad was it, angel?”
“No, Daddy,” she told him, once more climbing into his lap, pressing against his hardness. “I’ll try to be better.”
“I know you will,” he told her, holding her gently, while she sniffled.
* * *
“Daddy, I thought Lynn might come over again, if it’s Ok. She’ll have to wait until her Dad comes home though, her car’s in the shop.”
“Why don’t you go pick her up. You haven’t been out of the house in weeks, and you’ve certainly earned it. Here, take my card and do a little shopping. You could use a new bathing suit; the old one is pretty faded. Just make sure you’re back before 2:00.” Harold told her, car keys in one hand, the ATM card in the other. “Don’t go crazy – I don’t want you to spend more than a hundred dollars, Ok?”
Heather leaped into his arms and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You’re the greatest! I promise I’ll be back on time.”
Harold secretly hoped she’d be late.