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Heather has been bad, and she’s being punished. So is her friend.
But the punishment isn’t so bad and she has a plan. Can she outsmart her parents?
All characters in the story are at least 18 years old.
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Harold sat back and watched his child cleaning the living room, wiping down the surfaces diligently. She looked so pretty. Just as he remembered her. Her hair was up in pig tails, just as she’d worn it all through middle-school. Her skirt showed off her slender legs, her feet were bare.
“Is that a new outfit?” Harold asked.
Heather skipped over to where he was sitting and did a quick pirouette for him. “I got it at the mall the other day. Do you like it?”
Harold loved it. The plaid mid-thigh skirt reminded him of the school girl skirts of his youth. Her simple white polo shirt matched it wonderfully. “It’s… very nice.”
“I’m glad you like it, you bought it,” she answered, giggling. She did another spin, a little faster. Her skirt flew up, giving her father a rather indecent show.
“Heather? Are you wearing underwear?” Harold asked.
Heather stopped and hung her head. She moved over to stand right next to her father. He pulled up her skirt and saw she was completely naked underneath.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I was doing the laundry and just added my panties at the last moment since I was doing delicates,” Heather admitted.
“Young lady. You know that’s not appropriate,” Harold scolded.
“I know,” she said softly.
“You don’t have a shortage of underpants, do you?”
“I am running kind of low,” she answered.
“Really? Show me.”
Heather took her father by the hand, and lead him to her room. He followed as she took him to her furniture.
Heather opened the top drawer of her chest, and displayed a drawer full of neatly folded underthings.
“So it’s not because you don’t have any, or because they’re all dirty,” Harold confirmed.
“No Daddy, I just didn’t want to wear them,” she finally admitted.
Harold sat on her double bed, and patted his lap. Heather climbed up on the bed and crawled across his lap. Settled in place, she felt him lift her skirt completely out of the way, exposing her bare ass. It had been three days since he’d last punished her. She opened her legs, eager for his touch.
“Heather, that was very inappropriate. What if someone came over, or what if we went out and you’d forgotten. This can’t be allowed.” Already his hand was fondling his daughter’s bare butt. He let his hands roam quite freely, between her thighs, up along her crack.
“I know, Daddy.”
Harold swatted her cheek, and she suddenly sat up. “Oh, please, just a second.” She got off the bed, and unzipped the side of her skirt before removing it. “I… I’m afraid I might mess it up.”
“Oh.” Harold nodded. “You might want to take off your shirt too, just in case,” Harold cautioned.
“Ok, if you think so.” Heather pulled her shirt over her head, and Harold only then realized she wasn’t wearing a bra either. His little girl was standing in front of him, as naked as the day she was born. Looking down at her exposed crotch, he noticed she didn’t have much more hair than back then either.
Heather turned away and went to her desk where she folded her clothing and carefully placed them next to her computer. Where she stealthily clicked an icon and then turned off the monitor.
Turning back to her father, Heather stretched out across his lap, her legs spread wide in anticipation. She eased her hand between them as she got comfortable, resting her palm on his stiffness.
Harold was in absolute heaven. He toyed with her butt, before starting his careful ritual. A pattern of firm smacks and caresses began, pinking up her cheeks, and warming her up. His blows fell with more accuracy, cheek-cheek-thigh-thigh-crotch, while his baby girl twitched and squirmed beneath him. After several minutes of continued spanking, with her cheeks bright red, the pretense of punishment was abandoned. He proceeded to get his daughter off, patting her pussy, massaging her clit and fingering her. With his moistened fingers he rubbed her little puckered butt-hole, and she groaned, reaching back with one hand to open herself up.
It was only then that he realized where her other hand was, clutching his erection tightly.
He scooted further back on the bed, easing her forward on his legs, so his crotch was no longer beneath her. His daughter’s hand continued to hold him, now slowly moving up and down his shaft, through his shorts.
“Turn over,” he told her. He barely recognized his own voice.
Heather released his cock, and did as commanded. She lay across his legs, the small of her back centered between his open legs. Blatantly, she reached for his cock again, holding it firmly.
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 to 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.”