The girls got back by 1:45, to Harold’s chagrin, and Heather modeled her new, very small bikini for him when she returned. Lynn was wearing one that didn’t cover much more. She wasn’t as developed as his little girl, and didn’t fill out her bikini quite as fully. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a cute pony-tail; her body was much paler than Heather’s.
“Do you like it?” Heather asked.
“It’s kind of small, don’t you think?”
“Oh Daddy, it’s just for wearing here. I can get more sun this way. I’ve got one Mom would approve of for going out in public,” Heather explained, twirling and letting him see that the back of this one was no more than a couple of strings disappearing down her crack.
“I guess it’s Ok then.”
“Ok? Don’t I look nice in it?” Heather asked.
“You’re beautiful,” Harold told her, hoping it didn’t sound as bad as it felt.
“Doesn’t Lynn look nice?” Heather teased.
Harold looked her over. She was so cute. Her breasts were small, barely denting her top, and her hips were smallish, but her round little butt stood out nicely in back.
“Lynn always looks nice, she’s a lovely girl.” Harold said with a smile, and Lynn blushed nicely.
Heather ran to him and gave him another big hug and a kiss, her lips pressing firmly against his for just a second, before the two sirens headed out to the pool.
Harold headed to the study. And locked the door.
* * *
“Daddy?”
Harold jumped when he heard the knock on his study door. He quickly pulled up his knit shorts, and turned off his monitor.
“What is it, baby?”
“Can I come in?” Heather asked plaintively.
Harold got up and unlocked the door, opening it for his daughter. God she looked good. She had her cover up on, but it was open in the front, showing off her young body.
Heather walked in and closed the door behind her.
“Where’s Lynn?” Harold asked. She couldn’t have gone home; it hadn’t been an hour since they’d gotten back.
“She’s by the pool.” She seemed nervous, “Daddy, I have a confession,”
“What’s wrong?”
“I went over your limit. I spent about $120 dollars.”
“Heather, you know I was very specific,” Harold told her, his pulse suddenly racing.
“I know, and I’m sorry.” She walked past him and leaned over his desk, her ass inviting his attention. “I know what I’ve got coming.”
Harold approached her, his shorts tenting obscenely. “Yes, as much as I hate to do it, you need to be reminded to follow the rules.”
“I know Daddy, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have bought the skirts I bought.”
Harold was mesmerized by the view in front of him. Heather was stretched across the desk, and her feet were spread about a two feet apart, giving him a full on view of just how little the thong covered.
“Not too hard, please, Daddy,” Heather begged.
“If I don’t spank you as hard, I’ll have to give you more,” Harold warned her.
“I understand.”
The spanking was not like anything he’d done before. He spent several long minutes alternating occasional firm smacks, with little more then pats and overt caresses. Harold was squeezing and fondling his daughters bare ass, pulling her cheeks apart to see the string barely covering her puckered butt hole. He could see the lips of her young pussy exposed on each side of the string pulled up inside of her. His actions had her moaning openly, squirming, and crying out with each surprise real smack. It had started slowly, but the continuous spanking and the intermingled hard slaps had her cheeks almost cherry red.
“Daddy,” she gasped, “you might have to stop.”
“Do you think you’re punished enough?” He asked his baby girl, his hand squeezing her butt cheek, his fingers caressing her exposed labia.
“I feel funny,” she gasped, “just a few more.”
He was using two hands now, squeezing and caressing one cheek, while he patted the other one. “Just a few more,” he agreed.
Switching sides, he smacked her firmly right between her legs, spanking her right on her pussy.
“OH!” she cried out, and then shivered while he caressed her ass, and his hand cupped her pussy, massaging it. “Oh, shit,” she groaned, her feet kicking up, her whole weight resting on the desk. He felt the moistness soaking through the thin cloth.
Had his daughter just come while he was spanking her?
He let go of her incredible rear, and pulled her upright, pulling her into his arms. She clung to him, her hips pressing hard against his erection.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked, her lower body grinding against him.
“Of course,” he told her, reaching down and cupping her ass, pulling her against him. “Have you learned your lesson?”
She pressed her lips to his cheek, just beside his ear. “I was naughty.”
Harold tensed up, but Heather turned her face and kissed him on the lips, firmly. He felt her moist tongue brush across his lips.
“I’m sorry dear, if I got carried away,” he murmured.
“Oh no, Daddy. I deserved it. I earned it.”
* * *
“Where were you?” Lynn asked as Heather approached.
“Getting my just rewards.”
“What?”
“I was getting a spanking, for spending too much money at the mall,” Heather laughed, turning and showing her friend her reddened cheeks.
“Oh my God, Heather! He just now spanked you?”
“And pawed me nicely, thank you,” Heather laughed.
“God now you’ve got me jealous,” Lynn confessed.
“Want me to get you a spanking too? I bet Dad wouldn’t mind. You’re even more his type than me,” Heather teased.
“Don’t you dare!” Lynn shrieked. “How was it?” She finally asked.
“I came,” Heather whispered.
“Damn! You little slut!” Lynn giggled.
“Lynn, I hate to ask but would you put some aloe on my butt? It still stings.”
“Jesus, Heather! Here?”
“Please. But do it nicely, I bet he’s watching.”
Lynn took her time, thoroughly taking care of her best friend’s tingling tail. All the while she could feel eyes burning into her scantily clad flesh. She was going to be a bad girl when she got home. She needed it.
* * *
Harold checked his watch as Heather walked in the door. He was surprised that he’d missed having her around all afternoon. He’d allowed her to spend the day over at Lynn’s house. He never would have guessed he’d actually want her around.
“Heather, what time is it?”
“I know Daddy, I’m late. I’m sorry. Lynn’s Dad wanted us to clean up her room, and it took longer than I thought; I lost track of time.”
“And you didn’t think of calling? You did have your cell phone, right?” Harold demanded.
“I forgot to charge it, I haven’t used it in a while. I’m sorry.”
“Do I need to take the phone away again? If you’re going to be allowed to have one, you can’t turn it off when you’re away, or let it charge down. I need to be able to get ahold of you.”
Heather approached her father, and put her arms around his neck. “Please don’t take it away, Daddy. I promise I’ll do better. Please.”
“I can’t let this go unpunished,” Harold told her.
“I know Daddy, and you’re right.”
“Take your shorts off, little girl.” Harold commanded.
“Off?” she asked, hesitantly, as she worked the tight jean shorts down her body, exposing her thong underwear.
“Blue Jeans are too much protection.”
Harold sat in the middle of the couch and his only child laid across his lap. She hung one leg off the couch, as the other stretched along the length of it, spreading her legs wide open.