Harold spanked her diligently, more forcefully then he had been lately. “I’ve got to really make sure you remember dear. The phone is your lifeline to me. You need to have it available.” His first dozen strokes traumatized her tender cheeks. This was unlike her previous spankings.
“Oh, Daddy, please, not so hard, it hurts!” Heather cried out, the sound of his open hand smacking her fair skin echoing off the walls. She kept reaching back to cover her butt with her hands, and he grabbed them, crossed their wrists, and held them tight while he smacked her even harder.
“If you fight me, it just gets worse,” Harold warned her.
Harold eased back, admiring his handiwork, her ass nice and pink. He took his time, smacking her firmly now and then, but in between caressing her ass and squeezing it. His blows were all over the place, on her ass cheeks, on the back of her thighs, a few even falling on her womanhood.
“Please, Daddy, please,” Heather cried, sobbing.
Harold massaged her ass, while he explained himself. “Heather, you are being punished for three things, you understand that?”
Her words skipped between her sobbing, “I-I-I guess, so-o.”
He smacked her hard, making her cry out. “One. You were late.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Two you didn’t call,” Harold continued, smacking her other cheek equally hard. It stung his hand.
“Ow! Daddy!” Heather cried out.
“Three, I couldn’t reach you on your phone,” Harold told her, smacking her firmly between her legs.
“I’ll be good, I will!” Heather gasped.
Harold continue to paddle her pussy, smacking her right across her swollen lips, using just his cupped fingers to punish her. She was squirming and writhing under his hands.
He released her hands, reached down and pulled her legs open even wider, then slid his fingers underneath her thong and pulled it aside, exposing her pink lips to his view. She was dripping, and his continued smacks on her pussy sounded obscenely wet and moistened his hand. He rested his hand on her mound letting the length of his finger settle between the lips. God, he was fondling his daughter’s pussy! Pulling his hand slowly away, he let his finger momentarily slide within her lips, penetrating her for about half his finger length.
“Will you remember this lesson, little lady?” Harold asked, giving her pussy another stinging smack.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned.
“Have you been punished enough?” Harold asked, rubbing her teen pussy with complete disregard for right and wrong.
“Just a few more, Daddy, please,” Heather asked softly.
Harold smiled, and patted her pussy, alternating it with firm wet smacks on the cheeks of her ass. He could feel her excitement level rising, and as she moaned louder, he firmed up the smacks on her ass, just as he became more invasive, rubbing her swollen nether-lips.
“There, spank me there,” Heather begged, as his hand cupped her mound, his finger tips rubbing her hidden pleasure center. He diddled her clit, opening up the hood, and using his finger tips, swatted her exposed nub of flesh until she came hard. He immediately ceased the slapping, and slid two fingers deep inside of her, causing her orgasm to burst into a continuous explosion. He fingered her while she trembled, and as she slowly relaxed, he pulled out, adjusted her underwear to cover her, and caressed her reddened butt cheeks. As she slowly crawled off his lap, he brought his fingers up to his nose, inhaling his daughter’s amazing fragrance.
Heather turned and straddled her father, hugging him closely. “I’ll be better Daddy, I promise.” She kissed him on the neck, and on the cheek, before finally kissing him on the lips. Their mouths opened just enough for their tongues to touch, and run across each other’s lips. Harold cupped his daughter’s warm ass and stroked them lovingly, gently.
“I know you will, pumpkin.”
* * *
Harold sat back and watched his child cleaning the living room, wiping down the surfaces diligently. She looked so pretty. Just as he remembered her. Her hair was up in pig tails, just as she’d worn it all through middle-school. Her skirt showed off her slender legs, her feet were bare.
“Is that a new outfit?” Harold asked.
Heather skipped over to where he was sitting and did a quick pirouette for him. “I got it at the mall the other day. Do you like it?”
Harold loved it. The plaid mid-thigh skirt reminded him of the school girl skirts of his youth. Her simple white polo shirt matched it wonderfully. “It’s… very nice.”
“I’m glad you like it, you bought it,” she answered, giggling. She did another spin, a little faster. Her skirt flew up, giving her father a rather indecent show.
“Heather? Are you wearing underwear?” Harold asked.
Heather stopped and hung her head. She moved over to stand right next to her father. He pulled up her skirt and saw she was completely naked underneath.
“I’m sorry Daddy. I was doing the laundry and just added my panties at the last moment since I was doing delicates,” Heather admitted.
“Young lady. You know that’s not appropriate,” Harold scolded.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“You don’t have a shortage of underpants, do you?”
Heather took her father by the hand, and lead him to her room. He followed as she took him to her furniture.
Heather opened the top drawer of her chest, and displayed a drawer full of neatly folded underthings.
“So it’s not because you don’t have any, or because they’re all dirty,” Harold confirmed.
“No Daddy, I just didn’t want to wear them.”
Harold sat on her double bed, and patted his lap. Heather climbed up on the bed and crawled across his lap. Settled in place, she felt him lift her skirt completely out of the way, exposing her bare ass. She opened her legs, eager for his touch.
“Heather, that was very inappropriate. What if someone came over, or what if we went out and you’d forgotten. This can’t be allowed.” Already his hand was fondling his daughter’s bare butt. He let his hands roam quite freely, between her thighs, up along her crack.
“I know, Daddy.”
Harold swatted her cheek, and she suddenly sat up. “Oh, please, just a second.” She got off the bed, and unzipped the side of her skirt before removing it. “I… I’m afraid I might mess it up.”
“Oh.” Harold nodded. “You might want to take off your shirt too, just in case,” Harold cautioned.
“Ok, if you think so.” Heather pulled her shirt over her head, and Harold only then realized she wasn’t wearing a bra either. His little girl was standing in front of him, as naked as the day she was born. Looking down at her exposed crotch, he noticed she didn’t have much more hair than back then either.
Heather turned away and went to her desk where she folded her clothing and carefully placed them next to her computer. Where she stealthily clicked an icon and then turned off the monitor.
Turning back to her father, Heather stretched out across his lap, her legs spread wide in anticipation. She eased her hand between them as she got comfortable, resting her palm on his stiffness.
Harold was in absolute heaven. He toyed with her butt, before starting his careful ritual. A pattern of firm smacks and caresses began, pinking up her cheeks, and warming her up. His blows fell with more accuracy, cheek-cheek-thigh-thigh-crotch, while his baby girl twitched and squirmed beneath him. After several minutes of continued spanking, with her cheeks bright red, the pretense of punishment was abandoned. He proceeded to get his daughter off, patting her pussy, massaging her clit and fingering her. With his moistened fingers he rubbed her little puckered butt-hole, and she groaned, reaching back with one hand to open herself up.
It was only then that he realized where her other hand was, clutching his erection tightly.
He scooted further back on the bed, easing her forward on his legs, so his crotch was no longer beneath her. His daughter’s hand continued to hold him, now slowly moving up and down his shaft, through his shorts.
“Turn over,” he told her. He barely recognized his own voice.
Heather released his cock, and did as commanded. She lay across his legs, the small of her back centered between his open legs. Blatantly, she reached for his cock again, holding it firmly.