Harold caught his breath. “I guess that would be the best thing to do. Even though you’re doing the right thing now, you shouldn’t get the impression it’s easy to get away with bad things.”
Harold walked into the family room and sat down on the ottoman. Heather was right behind him and as soon as he was seated, she leaned over and laid across his lap, her rear end positioned just over his right leg. She reached back and pulled her nightshirt down to cover her panties, but it just barely managed that.
Harold rested his left hand on her back, and tried to ignore the feeling of her nubile breasts pressed against his thigh. He slapped her far cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to make it felt.
“Oh!” Heather cried.
He stared at the thin material stretched across her firm young butt, and smacked the nearer cheek, just a little harder. He heard his daughter hiss between her teeth.
He smacked her again, alternating cheeks, and let his hand linger a little longer after each one, until he was almost caressing her rear with each stroke.
On the sixth one she cried out, “Ow! Daddy, that hurts.”
He gave her a couple more firm strokes, the last one the hardest yet.
“Please, Daddy, no more, I’ll be good. I promise!” She was wriggling under his attack, and her night shirt had pulled up, exposing half of her panties clad rear. She reached back with her loose hand to cover her bottom, but Harold leaned across, catching her wrist in his hand, and pulling it up to the small of her back. He caught the edge of her night-shirt, and it came with her hand, leaving her pink bikini panties exposed.
“Two more, Princess. I hate to do it but you have to learn,” he lied.
He spanked her softer, landing on her thin underwear, the angle of his blow exposing her rear even more.
He gave her the last swat. It was almost a pat, rubbing her, and he let his hand rest on her rear longer than he should, giving her ass a little squeeze as he finished. “That’s it.” He couldn’t help himself, and gave her butt another rub, “I hope that didn’t hurt too much, sugar.”
She slowly got up and to his surprise sat in his lap, apparently unaware of his hardness. Her eyes were red and she looked on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry Daddy, but thank you for punishing me. It’ll help me remember.” Then she hugged him tightly.
He held his baby girl in his arms and rocked her. “Whatever I can do to help you, you know I always will.”
She hugged him tighter, wiggling in his lap, pressing against his hardness. “I know Daddy.”
He held her for a long time, gently in his arms, while his hands stroked her back and calmed her.
Once she’d gone to bed, he hurried to his study. He felt guilty as hell for the thoughts running through his head. He wondered if Jeff, Lynn’s father, felt the same.
* * *
When he got back from his morning meeting, he headed for his bedroom and changed out of the suit into sweats and a t-shirt. He was riding high on excitement and adrenaline. The interview had gone so well, he half expected them to offer him the position on the spot. He would report to Martha Abbot, the congressman’s aide, but she insisted he have a meeting with the congressman himself, when he was in town the following week.
Harold headed to his study to compose a thank you letter for the meeting, and heard the voices of Heather and her young friend coming from the backyard.
While the girls frolicked in the pool, Harold watched them from the window of his study. He found himself continuously dreaming of bending them over his knee, while they took turns being punished. He pictured their sweet young asses, barely encased in their bikinis, quivering with each blow. In his dreams they fought over who would be spanked first. He’d lover their bikini bottoms and expose those tight little butt cheeks, before turning them pink. Of course he’d noticed how attractive they both were in the past, but never before did he have thoughts like these. Shaking his head, he powered up his computer and started his letter.
* * *
“I thought you’d be grounded for the rest of the summer,” Lynn remarked, as she stretched out on the lounge chair for some sun.
“I’m working it out. I think I should be out of the doghouse pretty soon.” Heather said, drying herself off before laying out.
“That would be pretty amazing. How’s that possible?” Lynn asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
“The old fart has a thing for spanking schoolgirls. You should see the stuff he looks at on his computer.”
That got Lynn’s full attention. “You’re shitting me!”
“Not a bit. What’s with these dirty old men? Can you believe it? Both our fathers. Is it some kind of suburbia epidemic?” Heather laughed.
“So he’s spanking you now?” Lynn asked
“Just once so far. I hinted at your getting it too.”
“Heather! Please, tell me that you’re kidding!”
“Nope. You inspired me.” Heather laughed, stretching out.
“Jesus, Heather! You didn’t say anything about Jeff spanking me, did you?”
Heather sighed. “I had to do something.”
“Fuck! I’m dead.” Lynn groaned.
“Oh, come on. He’s not going to say anything. And you told me how after you got yours, he felt so bad he finally bought you that sweet car,” Heather said.
Lynn was quiet. “Heather. I didn’t tell you everything. He’s been looking for reasons to spank me. It’s like every other day now, for any stupid little thing, and they’re getting a little out of hand.”
Heather turned on her side and looked over at her friend. “How’s that?”