He cracked her again on the opposite cheek and she jumped. Two more quick blows and she was squirming away from him.
His hand came down again, not quite as hard, and lingered, on the tight little ass, which was already showing the red imprint of his hand. Again, opposite cheek, and he gave her a little squeeze.
“Thank you, Mr. Payne,” Janice gasped, “I’m sorry I broke the bed.”
He leaned down and reached around her waist, bringing his face closer to his work. He started a steady spanking, moving his hand around, covering her ass, and the back of her legs. When Heather reached down and pulled Lynn’s bikini up and into the crack of her ass, leaving her butt cheeks completely bare, his hard-on actually started to become painful.
He smacked her ass, grabbed a handful of pale white cheek and squeezed tightly. When he did it again, Lynn moaned. She’d been crying out and twisting under his previous beating, but now she held very still and he could see her legs trembling. He did it again, lower, his fingers just lightly brushing her mound.
She gasped. “Hard, Mr. Payne, spank me hard, now.”
He hauled back and walloped her, stinging his hand, and gave her another half dozen good smacks. When his fingers came down on her pussy, he saw her own fingers were already at work there. He gave her a couple more quick blows, her ass bright red, and he saw her legs give out, her entire weight resting on the desk. She was moaning non-stop.
“That’s enough, Daddy,” Heather said softly, reaching down and rearranging her friend’s bikini bottom.
Lynn stood up and turned around, her face covered in tears. “I’m sorry, Mr. Payne. It won’t happen again.”
Heather looked at Harold. “Hug her, Daddy, and tell her it’s Ok.”
He opened his arms to her and felt her lean into his erection. She threw her arms around his waist, holding him tight. “It’s Ok, Lynn. You’re forgiven. I know it was an accident.” His hands caressed her narrow back, as he held her. She was rubbing her face in his shirt, wiping away the tears, and bringing her sniffling under control.
When he released her, she turned her head up, and looked into his eyes expectantly. Her arms stayed around his waist. He leaned down and gave her a little kiss, which she returned warmly, finally releasing him.
Heather pushed her father back into his chair, and took the two arms and rotated them backward, opening up his lap. Then she took off her wrap and leaned across his lap in her bikini. Lynn stood next to him.
He started in slowly, spanking her smoothly and consistently. Her bikini bottom covered more of her rear then Lynn’s had, and it was harder to see how it was affecting her.
Apparently Lynn thought so too, and she leaned in and grasping the edges of Heather’s suit, pulled it down off her ass. It was stopped by her spread legs, but Heather pulled her legs together, and Lynn finished the job, stripping her bottoms off.
It was obvious where the suit had been, her rear was much less red there. So Harold made it his duty to get her butt at least as crimson as Lynn’s had been. After a couple of dozen firm strokes, Heather was crying, begging for forgiveness, asking for it to end, struggling mightily. His blows became softer, more caressing, and his hand landed occasionally between her legs, getting her to jump each time.
“She doesn’t like it hard like me,” Lynn whispered in his ear. “don’t hurt her.”
Harold looked down and saw how thoroughly he’d spanked his little girl. His hands caressed her abused flesh, rubbing her softly, all over. He allowed his hands to shamefully caress her between her legs, rubbing her thoroughly.
When his hand rested on her pussy once more, his fingers opening her up, he found Lynn whispering in his ear again, “Three fingers deep inside her would be a good punishment for any girl. It’s how I like to be punished.”
Harold’s hand trembled as he slid two fingers deep inside his daughter’s twat, pumping her. Her moaning was continuous, and when he pressed a third finger into her, her entire body shook.
“Now, Mr. Payne, spank her there now, quickly!” Lynn urged him.
He pulled his fingers out and spanked her bare pussy quickly and firmly and was rewarded with his daughter crying out and soaking his hand.
Lynn leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re a good Dad, Mr. Payne. You can punish me anytime.”
He took his daughter in his arms and held her, while Lynn hugged her as well. “I’m sorry I got you in trouble, Heather.”
“I’m sorry you had to take part of the punishment,” Heather told her, then the girl’s leaned in and kissed each other.
Harold had to shoo them out of his room quickly before he made a mess in his pants.
* * *
“What did I tell you?” Heather laughed.
“Jeez, he’s a bigger horn-dog than my old man! Do you really think it’ll work?” Lynn asked, rubbing her own ass, which was still tender.
“What do you think?”
“I think we could get him to do just about anything.”
“Yep. Me too.”
* * *
Lynn didn’t call that night. It was the first time in over 6 weeks she’d missed their call. Harold called her room a few times, but with no luck.
He watched his video again. The camera on top of the computer didn’t capture must of the action. Lynn had been at a bad angle, and Heather had blocked the view, and while Heather got hers, his head had blocked the view. But the audio came in loud and clear. He closed his eyes, put on the head phones, and leaned back to relive the episode, his hand at work completing the scenario.
* * *
“Daddy?”
Harold looked up to see both Lynn and his daughter standing in front of him. Lynn’s newest bathing suit gave Heather’s a run for it’s money.
“What’s up, Angel?”
“There was an accident at the pool.” Heather said, and Lynn nodded her head in agreement.
“What kind of accident?” Harold asked.
“I think we broke the vacuum,” Lynn answered in a whisper.
Harold stood up and walked out to the pool with the two girls. The in-pool vacuum was laying on its side on the bottom of the pool. The hose connector was hanging loose in the pool. While the girls watched he reeled in the hose, and saw the tear where it attached to the cleaner.
“How’d it happen?” He asked calmly.
“We were just playing around,” Heather started.
“No we weren’t,” Lynn interrupted, “I pulled on it to block her in Marco Polo, and I pulled too hard. When she hit the hose it came apart.”
“Heather, I think maybe you should take Lynn home now. You and I can deal with this once you get back. Lynn, I’ll call your father and let him know you’re on your way,” Harold said.
“Please don’t call my Dad, Mr. Payne. Please. Can’t you just punish me now?” Lynn asked.
“Lynn, I don’t think I should be punishing you. I think things can get carried away too easily. If you’re worried about it, I won’t tell your father what happened,” Harold assured her.
“Damn it! Heather didn’t do anything. If you’re going to punish anyone it should be me!”
“Lynn, leave it alone,” Heather said. “It’s my pool, you’re my friend, and I’m responsible.”