Come 5:00, Heather was getting nervous. Just as she got ready to give Lynn a call, the front doorbell rang.
“Daddy? Can you get that, I’m in the bathroom,” Heather called out. As she heard her father leave his study and head to the entrance, she slipped down the hall to follow him; she didn’t want to miss a moment of this.
Her father looked out the peephole, and called back loudly, “It’s just Lynn. You didn’t mention she was coming over.”
Harold opened the door and was stunned to see Lynn’s father, Jeff, was there as well.
“Why, hello Jeff, what… Oooof” he cried out as Jeff stepped into him and punched him in the gut as hard as he could. Considering Jeff’s 6’2 stature and 200lb mass, that was pretty damned hard. Harold dropped to a knee, gasping, unable to catch his breath.
“Dirty little fucker!” Jeff yelled, then grabbed the back of Harold’s shirt and dragged him a dozen feet into the family room.
Harold was dazed and suffering, he tried to ask what it was about, but his breathing was only just coming around. He looked up at Jeff to get an explanation, but he got a full swing backhand across the face that tumbled him to the ground. He could taste the blood in his mouth where his teeth cut his lips.
“Stay down, and don’t get up if you know what’s good for you,” his assailant warned him. Harold scooted back to the couch and leaned against it, wiping his sleeve across his mouth.
Heather ran into the room, “Daddy! Mr. Davis! What are you doing here?”
Jeff just waved at the TV, “Turn that thing on!” He had loaded a DVD into the player.
Heather picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Within seconds, a scene of Harold spanking Lynn appeared. Lynn’s bare ass was reddening after just a few strokes. There was no sound, but none was needed.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jeff yelled, facing Harold and yelling down at him. “How DARE you expose my daughter, or lay a finger on her.”
“Please, Jeff, calm down, it’s not what you think.”
“It’s not what I think! Ok, let’s just watch for a while. Maybe you’re right, maybe it’s not what I think.” Jeff sat down on the couch. When Harold made a move to get up, Jeff leaned over and backhanded him hard across the temple, making him see stars.
“Don’t move asshole.” Then he turned to the two girls. Lynn was dressed in a light sun dress, and Heather had on her Daddy’s favorite plaid skirt and tight white top. “You two sit down.”
The girls obediently took their seats, Heather as the end of the couch, and Lynn in the lounge chair.
Jeff took the remote and examined it, then hit the rewind button, rewinding back to the beginning. “Let’s see here, yes, I believe that is my daughter Lynn, naked from the waist down, laying across your lap. Oh yes, and now I see that you’re spanking her bare ass. Your hand’s lingering a little long on her naked ass, don’t you think. No, never mind, don’t say anything. I need to watch this, in case it’s not what I think.”
“Lynn, that is you, isn’t it?” Jeff asked his daughter.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Just wanted to make sure. Now you’re really laying into her aren’t you. That’s quite a severe beating for, what was it, Lynn?”
“Pulling the hose off the pool vacuum,” she answered.
“Yes, quite severe. Not very good aim there either was it, Harold? Looked like you might have accidentally contacted her privates, oops, there you go again, oh, and again! Maybe it’s not incidental. Jesus, your spanking my daughter’s naked pussy! No, I guess it’s not what I think.”
Jeff continued to give a scene by scene voice-over for Heather’s spanking as well. Near the end of her ordeal, he really got worked up. “Am I seeing things right. Are your fingers buried up inside your teenage daughters twat? Fuck, Harold what were you thinking?”
Harold had his legs pulled up to his chest, as much to make himself as small and invisible as possible, as to hide the erection he was getting from watching the show.
“I just…” he started, before getting another backhand, right on the ear, that hurt like the devil and left his ear ringing.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jeff said offhandedly.
“Fine, as if beating my child once wasn’t enough, you’ve got to have your way with her again. But this isn’t punishment, it’s just plain molestation. God, you made your daughter beat you off, while you fingered poor Lynn. Look at that, look at what you’re doing. Their just fucking high-school kids, for Christ’s sake.”
Jeff took a long breath, “No, wait, let’s not jump to conclusions, maybe it’s not what I think it is. Now let’s watch carefully, maybe you’re just trying to help them out. Nope, that’s clearly three fingers stuffed up my daughter’s twat, you bastard. Oh, nice. It’s not enough that you finger-fuck her, but you’ve got to give her a beating as well. But wait! Wait! That’s not the worst of it, is it? Your daughter’s hand is still at work, isn’t it? Isn’t this where, oh right, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions – there! I thought so, you just spunked all over my daughter. What the fuck is that!”
Jeff stood up and started pacing back and forth, then rewound the last part and watched Harold finger his daughter before spraying cum all over her back.
“Jesus, you fucker. I could just kill you. I should. I should fucking kill you.”
Heather went to him, “Please, Mr Davis, he just thinks he’s helping by punishing us. He didn’t mean any harm.”
“He’s fucking molesting two teenagers, including his own daughter! How the fuck is that not harm?”
“What are you going to do?” Heather asked.
“What should I do, Harold? Should I give you a taste of your own medicine? How would you like it if someone beat your child and molested them? How would that be?” Jeff asked, pulling Heather over to him, and reaching down and squeezing her breast. “How do you like that?”
“Don’t do it,” Harold said angrily.
“Oh! Didn’t like that? How about this?” He reached down and smacked Heather’s butt, through her skirt.
“Stop it!” Harold shouted jumping up, and running at Jeff.
Jeff Davis stopped him with a couple of well placed blows, including one between Harold’s legs, that had him moaning and clutching at himself, curled up in a ball on the floor.
“Girls, bring two of the dining room chairs in here. One with arms, and one without. NOW!”
Heather and Lynn ran to do his bidding.
“Great.” He leaned over and dragged Harold into the chair with arms and sat him there. “Very good. Now Lynn, you will undress Heather down to her panties, and use her clothing to tie her father down. Understand?”
“Please, Mr. Davis. Don’t do this,” Heather gasped.
Lynn started removing Heather’s top, and Jeff went and stood in front of Harold. “Stand up, asshole.”
“Don’t hit me,” Harold moaned.
“Fucker. Stand up and give me your belt.” Jeff said calmly.
Harold stood and started removed his belt. He held it out, “Please don’t hit me,” he pleaded.
“Now drop your pants, I’m not going to hit you.”
Harold lowered his pants.
“Underwear too.”
“Please, you don’t have to do this,” Harold said before the slap snapped his head back. He quickly lowered his underwear.
“You said you weren’t going to hit me!” he whined.
“As long as you obey, fuckwad. Now sit.”
By this time Heather was nearly naked. Lynn used the clothing and Harold’s belt to tie him down. She looked up and Jeff passed her his own belt, “Here, for his other foot.”