Heather Is Very Bad:>Ep17

Book:Crazy Pleasure (Erotica) Published:2024-6-4

“It’s true, baby. Just a little more than a week from now. Think about it.”
“I miss you so much,” he said.
“I know. I miss you too. Just keep up your good work with our wayward daughter, and I promise you I’ll show you how much I appreciate all you’re doing. Good-night, and know that I’m wet for you right now.”
Harold could barely gasp out his own goodnight, as he filled a fist full of tissues.
* * *
Harold was watching for her, and saw Teri’s car pull up to the curb at 10:50. He was a little disappointed, at first. Then he watched as his daughter stayed out in the car, not entering the house until 11:10. A boy climbed out of the car, and opened the door for her, pulling her close for a kiss before she pushed him away and made her way to the front door.
“How was the movie?” He asked pleasantly. He was seated in the middle of the couch, watching the news.
“It was pretty good.”
“Just you and Teri?”
“No, we met some friends, there were about 8 of us altogether.” She was fidgeting and he could see the redness around her mouth, and another bruise on her neck that looked like it might turn into a hickey.
She walked over and stood directly before him. “I’m sorry I’m late, time just got away from me.”
“It’s only ten minutes,” Harold reminded her, “it’s not a capitol crime. But if you’re going to make out with boys, I’d prefer if you didn’t let them chew on your neck like some cheap little tart.”
“You’re right. I think I need a better quality of man in my life. Derek is such a jerk. If it wasn’t for him I’d have been on time.” She was still fidgeting strongly. “I’m sorry, and I’m ready to take my punishment.”
Harold watched her peel off her tight jeans, down to her red thong underwear. Her ass was completely exposed.
“Just don’t be too hard on me, please?” She stretched out on the couch, her rear centered in his lap.
He took his time, slowly spanking his baby girl, alternating a continuous parade of carefully placed blows on her sweet ass. As she slowly pinked up, getting redder and redder, his hand rested longer on her skin, in between smacks. One of her legs fell off the couch, spreading her legs wide, and he looked down at her, gazing at the slender piece of material covering her privates. With each blow, she’d moan and flinch. He watched her hands stray back to cover her ass cheeks, and he brushed them away, just swatting her harder for her efforts.
“Move your hands, angel. If they’re in the way, I’ll just start over.”
She sobbed and held her hands still, just above her ass, still grunting sexily after each new blow shook her.
His spanking slowly changed. His hand would land on her flesh, and he’d hold her, squeeze her skin, always pulling away from the crease of her ass. On the near cheek he’d tug with his fingers. On the far cheek, he’d push away with the heel of his hand. And with each new contact, he’d open her up a little. He looked at the string like material covering the pucker of her little asshole, the gentle change in coloring, shouting out to him. He found his hand was striking closer to the center, and his fingers were curling down, his fingertips brushing, even pulling at the little piece of red material covering her.
The spanking was little more than open fondling, his hand patting coming down at the bottom of her ass, and his fingers brushing across her moist pussy. She was moaning for him, and not a moan of pain.
“Harder, daddy,” he heard her say softly, and he picked up the pace a bit, adding just a little more force, and targeting the space between her legs with more frequency. Her legs had spread even wider, and he was hypnotized by the view. Every third or forth stroke was now landing across her barely covered mound, and his hand lingered even longer, pressing against her. She was struggling against him just a bit, trying to avoid the more sensitive places, but he just held her tight and continued.
He brought his second hand into more intimate play, holding her far ass cheek, squeezing it, opening her up, exposing her more completely. His hand that was holding her was pulling her open, and in a burst of insanity, his fingers reached out and slid under the material. His next blow landed directly on her swollen pussy, and as he pulled away, he let his fingers on the opposite hand push inward, his fingertips entering her slightly. On the next blow she gasped, and he could feel her coming for him.
He landed a couple of more gentle swats for form, one for each pink cheek. He gently released her, and turned her over pulling her into his lap. She leaned against him sobbing, holding him tight.
As he held her, he caressed her more openly than ever before, stroking her reddened ass, the inside of her thighs, and her back and shoulders.
He felt her lips pressed against his neck, kissing him.
“I’m sorry I’m such a bad girl, daddy.”
“I love you pumpkin, and you’re not bad, just a little naughty,” he told her tilting her face up and giving her a kiss on the lips. They lingered before she finally slid out of his embrace.
“Thank you for letting me go out tonight. You’re not going to ground me again for being late are you?” She asked softly as she picked up her clothing.
“No, you’ve had your punishment for that. You’ve been very good otherwise. Although I still think you can make better boy judgements.”
“I’m trying,” she said as she walked away from him, her bright red ass a testament to how hard she was trying. “I think I’m just starting to learn how I’d want a man to treat me.”
Harold thought about his conversation with Janice, once more ashamed at the liberties he’d taken with his daughter. Did the end really justify the means?
* * *
It had been two days since he’d spanked her. She was sitting in front of the TV, killing brain cells.
“Heather? Have you ironed those shirts as I asked? I need them for my interview.”
“Geez, Dad. You have plenty, do you have to have that one?” She responded, falling back to her old ways.
“If I had a dozen and I asked you for that particular one, I’d still expect you to do it and not to be talk back.” Harold reminded her.
“That’s just stupid! If you had a dozen you could wait.”
Harold walked to the TV and turned it off. “Stand up.”
She rolled her eyes sullenly, but stood up in front of him.
“I will not stand for you being disrespectful. I won’t stand for it!” He barked. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over to the couch. “I think it’s time I taught you to keep a civil tongue in your mouth.”
Heather was more than a little irritated. She didn’t want a spanking right now, she was in the last 10 minutes of her show. She opened her mouth to tell him so, and was surprised when he reached up and pulled her roughly across his lap. “C’mon Dad! I didn’t do anything!”
He reached out and pulled her loose shorts down. For just a moment her underwear slid down her ass with them, but she reached back and pulled them back up urgently.
Harold slapped her ass hard, and she cried out, twisting in his lap. He reached out with his far hand and grabbed her by the back of her neck and stretched her out. She was stunned to feel how strong his hand was, and shivered.
“You will respect me and your mother!” Harold told her, and quickly delivered a dozen or more hard blows to her ass. He had her crying out and begging him to stop, as he showed her just a little of his strength. His had stung, so he imagined his message was getting through.
“Ok, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Heather cried out, she reached with her hand to protect her bottom but her father shifted her in his lap, and captured both her legs between his. He let go of her neck and grasped her tightly around the waist, immobilizing her ass.
“This is not a game, young lady. You will learn respect, and you will do as you’re told, or you WILL pay the consequences. Do you understand me?” During his entire lecture he slapped her ass every couple of seconds, each blow stinging hotly.
“I understand,” she swore, then after a particularly strong smack, she cried out. “I do! I understand Daddy! Please, it hurts!”
Harold looked down at his daughter’s reddened cheeks, and slowed down. “Ten more, and I just might believe you.” He spanked her hard on her far cheek. “I think you should count them off for me.” He smacked her again. She mumbled something. “I can’t hear you, and if I can’t hear you I’ll just start over.”
“Two!” She cried out.
Harold rubbed her cheek gently, “That’s one. Now start counting.”