“He expects me to be bare-assed when he does it, and he’s been touching me during and after,” Lynn confessed. “Touching me a lot.”
“Oh my God, Lynn! Did you tell your Mom?”
Lynn just looked at her. “I don’t want to.” She hurriedly added, “He treats me so good now, buys me anything I want. I could get away with murder, and it would only earn me another hot whipping.”
Heather looked at her friend in amazement. “Wow! Do you like it?”
Lynn looked almost in tears. “I hate it.” She heaved a big sigh. “I love it.”
“Shit. Which one is it?”
“I hate that I love it.”
* * *
Lynn had just left, and Harold was writing out three checks and closing the envelopes when he heard a crash from the kitchen.
“You Ok, honey?” he called downstairs.
“Just a minute, Dad.”
He heard the noise of cleaning up and went to look in on his only child. She was bending over, cleaning up a broken plate. She was still wearing her bathing suit, demurely covered with a nice cover-up, which was almost covering her head as she bent over. Her bikini was stretched tight across her tail, exposing those succulent teenage cheeks.
“God, I’m sorry Dad. I was trying to juggle too many plates, I was in a hurry to get everything put away, and I just lost one. I hope you’re not too mad,” Heather explained, standing with the dustpan and brush in her hand. She dumped the dustpan in the garbage, and straightened her cover-up, hiding the treasure underneath.
“No, but I still think you’ll have to be punished, to learn to be more careful,” Harold said, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.
“Of course,” Heather answered, hiding the eagerness in her voice. She followed him back into the family room.
She came and stood before him, while he seated himself in preparation. She felt herself blushing, knowing her skimpy bathing suit was all that would be covering her rear. She was glad she wasn’t wearing a thong; she didn’t think she was ready for that.
“Ready?” she asked.
Harold just patted his lap.
She stretched out across him, and waited.
Harold had his legs closer together, and he raised her rear-end higher, forcing her to lean over and keep her balance with her hands on the floor. She felt the blood rushing to her head, and spread her legs a big to help maintain her balance. She felt so much more exposed than the day before. The slope of her back had her cover-up sliding down her body. It was covering nothing but her shoulders and the back of her head.
Harold could barely think straight. He was getting hard even before she was in place. He reached across with one hand, and held her hip, steadying her. He placed his other hand on her ass, just feeling it, before he drew back and gave her the first blow. She flinched a little.
“Oh!” she cried, just like the first time.
His left hand was just resting easily on her back, feeling her young smooth skin, holding her in place.
He alternated spanking her cheeks, not too hard at all, enthralled by how they pinked up and the outline of his hand remained for a moment. After a dozen or so he rested his hand on her ass, gently caressing her.
“Are you Ok?” he asked.
“Yes,” so softly he barely heard it.
He spanked her lower, on the bare flesh, just past the edge of her bikini. It was louder, and yielded a delicious response as she squirmed underneath him, yelping.
After each smack, his hand remained longer, now obviously stroking her ass, gently squeezing her cheeks. She was moaning a little, in between her cries, and pushing herself back against his hand.
On the next blow, on the near cheek, he left his hand where it landed, his fingertips brushing against the bit of cloth covering her crotch, feeling the puffiness of her flesh there.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned. “How many more? It hurts.”
“Just a few more, baby,” he answered, sliding his hand between her legs for just a second, rubbing against his daughter’s barely covered pussy.
He caught himself, thinking he might have gone too far, and finished with two more easy smacks, right in the middle of each cheek. Then he caressed her ass cheeks, “That wasn’t too bad was it, angel?”
“No, Daddy,” she told him, once more climbing into his lap, pressing against his hardness. “I’ll try to be better.”
“I know you will,” he told her, holding her gently, while she sniffled.
That night, on the call with Janice, he didn’t mention the spankings again.
* * *
Things were pretty quiet for a couple of days, resulting in an almost normal household. He’d even dropped Heather off at her friend Teri’s house, letting her spend the day there, while he got caught up on a few chores around the house. When she called asking if she could go to a movie, assuring him that Teri would give her a ride and she’d be home before 11:00, he decided she’d earned that much.
“So, is our little princess around,” Janice asked on the call that evening. She always spent a few minutes talking to Heather at the beginning of the call.
“I let her go to a movie,” Harold explained.
“Really? I guess things are getting better there. Anything else going on?”
Janice was delaying. Roger and Dan Jones, the president of their new corporate partner were in the living room of the huge suite that Dan had. She was back in the bedroom, making the private call, and more than a little worried about where the evening was headed. Roger had picked out the clothing she was wearing, what little of it there was, and Dan had been very touchy-feely all evening. She wondered how she’d ever gotten herself into this position.
At the other end of the line, Harold was eaten up with guilt over what he was doing with his daughter. He just blurted it out. “I spanked her.”
Janice wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. “You did what?”
“I spanked her. Twice now. Over my knee.”
“Jesus, Harold! How did that happen?”
“You’re not going to believe it Janice, but it was her idea! Her friend Lynn gets spanked when she’s bad, and I’m thinking Heather would rather have the 5 minutes discomfort from a spanking, then lose phone or car privileges.”
Janice was more than a little shocked by the whole idea. She imagined her little girl bent over Harold’s knee, getting her tushy smacked. It wasn’t hard to picture. During their own sex play, it was fairly common for her to play the bad girl and have to get paddled, bare-assed, before the punishment got even more intimate.
“You’re not crossing any lines are you?” She asked. She found herself getting a little excited by the whole idea.
“No, she’s kept her clothing on, and it’s not been anything too drastic. Just a dozen or so solid smacks on her rear.” His mouth was dry, and he was nervous admitting it. He was also getting hard, just talking about it.
“Is it working?” Janice finally asked.
“Amazingly so. She’s so well behaved, courteous, and obedient.” He told her, “It still makes me nervous doing it. She’s not a little girl anymore.”
Janice could hear the underlying hesitation. “Listen Harold. If it’s working, I think there’s nothing to worry about. After the last four years, anything that brings her back in line is Ok by me. Anything.” She thought about her own situation. “Sometimes, I think the ends DOES justify the means.”
“God, I wish you were here, Janice.” Harold told her. “I really need to be with you. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’m getting myself worked up, and it’s hard to have you so far away.”
Janice giggled. “I imagine it’s hard. Really hard. Is it hard now?”
“Yes.”
“If I was there, I’d let you spank me, for going away for so long. You’d lift my skirt, and pull down my panties, and blister my ass for staying away. And when you saw the juices running down my thighs, you could punish me with that hard cock of yours, over and over again.”
“God, promise me it’s true.” Harold gasped, his hand going a mile a minute.