At first Harold just caressed the gorgeous flesh laid out before him. Then he reached for her crotch and slid two fingers deep into his daughter’s quim. His other hand had found her chest and a nipple was in his firm grasp. As he slid his fingers in and out of Heather, she matched his motions with her own, stroking his aching cock through his shorts.
“You must miss Mom a lot,” Heather gasped between strokes.
“Of course I do. Why?” Harold asked slowing down, wiggling his fingers inside of her.
“Since she’s left you seem to be hard all of the time. I’ve read a man has needs, but I didn’t really understand.” Heather told him, her hand clutching his erection.
Harold fondled her full tits. “I guess that’s true.”
Heather stopped her stroking. “If you’d like, Daddy, I could help you with that.” Before he could answer, she slid her hand inside his waistband and felt his fleshy hardness for the first time.
“Oh baby. It feels wonderful, but we really shouldn’t. It’s wrong.” Harold argued.
“Any worse than what you’re doing to me, right now?” Heather asked as she hunched her hips into his hand.
“That’s different. It’s too teach a lesson, not just for our pleasure.”
“I want you to teach me a lesson now, Daddy. Teach me what to do with one of these. Someday, somewhere, I’ll have to know. Can’t you show me?” Heather asked, her hand still caressing him.
Against what was left of his better judgement, Harold eased himself out from under his 18 year old daughter, and dropped his shorts and underwear. His meat was standing at attention, ready to be the center of instruction.
The lesson only lasted a few minutes and Heather was able to see him up close, and the strokes of her hand had him shooting soon thereafter. She giggled as his essence boiled over. “That should help a little,” Heather whispered. “If you need more help, you know where to find me.”
* * *
In the room alone, Heather cleaned up, then gingerly sat down at her computer. The camera had worked fine. She thought Lynn would get a kick out of the show.
* * *
“Daddy?”
Harold looked up to see both Lynn and his daughter standing in front of him. Lynn’s newest bathing suit gave Heather’s a run for it’s money.
“What’s up, Angel?”
“There was an accident at the pool.” Heather said, and Lynn nodded her head in agreement.
“What kind of accident?” Harold asked.
“I think we broke the vacuum,” Lynn answered in a whisper.
Harold stood up and walked out to the pool with the two girls. The in-pool vacuum was laying on its side on the bottom of the pool. The hose connector was hanging loose in the pool. While the girls watched he reeled in the hose, and saw the tear where it attached to the cleaner.
“How’d it happen?” He asked calmly.
“We were just playing around,” Heather started.
“No we weren’t,” Lynn interrupted, “I pulled on it to block her in Marco Polo, and I pulled too hard. When she hit the hose it came apart.”
“Heather, I think maybe you should take Lynn home now. You and I can deal with this once you get back. Lynn, I’ll call your father and let him know you’re on your way,” Harold said.
“Please don’t call my Dad, Mr. Payne. Please. Can’t you just punish me now?” Lynn asked.
As tempting as that sounded, Harold couldn’t see anyway for things to work out for the better after spanking Lynn’s ass.
“Lynn, I’m not going to punish you, and don’t worry, I won’t tell your father what happened,” Harold assured her.
“Damn it! Heather didn’t do anything. If you’re going to punish anyone it should be me!”
“Lynn, leave it alone,” Heather said. “It’s my pool, you’re my friend, and I’m responsible.”
Lynn stomped her foot. “Mr. Payne, I’m going inside. I demand you give me my punishment.”
Harold and Heather just looked at her, as she turned and walked inside.
“What have you told her?” Harold asked his daughter, nervous to hear the answer.
“Just that when we have problems we deal with them immediately, and in proportion to the problem. She knows that you’ve been spanking me, but just that. Just as I know that Jeff spanks her.” Heather told her father.
Entering the house, they called out for Lynn, and finally found her waiting in Heather’s room.
“What are you doing in here?” Harold asked.
“Jeff always spanks me in my room.” Lynn answered.
Harold was all set to send her home, when Heather put her hands on his shoulders and encouraged him to sit down on the edge of the bed.
As soon as he was seated, Lynn went to stand beside his leg. She reached to her sides and slid her bikini bottoms down her legs, to about mid-thigh, before bending over his lap.
“Lynn,” Harold gasped, “why did you pull your bottoms down?”
“Jeff always insists I get punished on my bare butt.” Lynn explained as if it was obvious.
Harold looked down at the pretty girl with the tempting bare butt. He reached out and spanked her far cheek, with a nice easy slap.
“Daddy, she’s used to being spanked a little harder than me,” Heather whispered.
With the encouragement, Harold slapped her friend’s ass harder, leaving a handprint impression.
“You’re right Lynn,” Harold explained, smacking her in smooth rhythmic blows. “You’re a good girl.” -smack- “But even good girls” -smack- “do bad things” -smack- “sometimes.”
“Yes, Mr. Payne,” she gasped.
“Breaking the vacuum was a very” -SMACK- “bad” -SMACK- “thing!” -SMACK-
“Ow, Ow, I’m sorry, Mr. Payne,” Lynn cried after the painful blows landed.