Harold sent Heather and Lynn out with his credit card to get a couple of new outfits for school. He gave them until 4:00, and a budget of $200 each, from his private account. They both gave him big hugs and promised to be back promptly, at 4:15. They both had mischievous smiles, when they announced their intention to be purposefully late.
He just shook his head.
“Jeff? Harold. Heather’s Dad. Can you come over for a few minutes. We should talk.” Harold knew that Jeff worked from home, and Lynn had reported that he’d been hard at work when she left.
* * *
Jeff Klein, looked a little nervous when Harold opened the door. Harold passed him a beer as he crossed the threshold.
They were seated in the family room when Harold got straight to the point. “I spanked Lynn. Twice.”
Jeff responded as if he’d been slapped. “You did what?”
“I spanked her. I’ve been spanking Heather for a while, trying to straighten her out, and the two of them first broke her bed, then they broke the pool vacuum. Lynn insisted that if I was going to punish Heather, I should punish her as well. She told me that you spanked her regularly, then told me about how you did it. I don’t know what was true or false, and I’m the last person in the world that should be judging anybody, but I wanted you to know.”
Jeff seemed to wilt in his chair. “When?”
“The last couple of days.”
Jeff was quiet, trying to absorb it all. He was shaking his head. “Do I want to know what she said about getting spanked at home?”
“Probably no worse than what Heather’s been getting.”
Jeff sat quietly and nursed his beer. “It started about 8 months ago. I was furious and told her if she was going to act like a six year old I’d treat her like one.” He took a deep drink. “God, I know I shouldn’t be doing it, but I can’t help myself. She goads me into it. She’s always breaking little rules on purpose, then insisting on her punishment. I can’t say no. I’m both praying for and dreading her going off to school.” He finished his beer and put it down beside him. “I spanked Heather about a week ago. I’m sorry about that.”
“I know. She told me.”
“Jesus, Harry! How long have you known?”
“Just a few days. It’s getting bad. Heather gets off on it. And she’s trying to make it more sexual. So is Lynn.”
Jeff just shook his head. “Can I get another beer?”
Harold got up and returned with refills for the both of them.
“Now what?” Jeff asked.
“Does your wife know?”
“Christ, no!” Jeff exclaimed, “Does yours?”
“From the beginning. She’s been on travel, but I keep her updated each evening. It’s not something I’m proud of, and she doesn’t exactly approve, but I think she understands. She’s had a few spankings of her own.”
“God, what I wouldn’t give for that! Mary is not very open about things sexual, and anything even borderline kinky shuts her down completely.”
“The girls are going to be here in an hour. They’ve already told me they’re going to be late on purpose. They’re expecting to get punished,” Harold explained.
“That’s just like the little monster. She’s always flouting my rules – just a little, just enough to cause more trouble,” Jeff laughed a short, bark of a laugh.
“I’m going to ask you something, but you don’t have to answer it. I hope you won’t take offense,” Harold said, taking a deep drink from his own beer.
“Go ahead. I won’t say I’ll answer though.”
“Are you having sex?” Once the words left his mouth, they sounded accusing. Harold quickly continued, “We’re not fucking yet, Heather and I, but she’s pushing things that way. The last few times have ended with both of us coming.”
Jeff stared at him for several long moments, took another drink and seemed to make a decision. “No. Not yet. But it’s been damned close. A few weeks ago she used her mouth on me for the first time. And I’ve been real close to doing the same with her. Just this week I started down that road. I know it’s so wrong, but it’s also so incredible.”
“I don’t want to fuck my daughter.” Harold finally said. “I do, God, I want to so badly, but I don’t want to take it that far. And I’m afraid that’s where it’s going. These girls are so insistent, so demanding, and so damned sexy.”
“Fuck. I know what you mean. Lynn’s even asked for it. I don’t know how I’ve managed to say no so far.”
Harold licked his lips, his mouth suddenly gone dry. “I think we could teach them that this much teasing has its consequences.”
“You don’t mean we should do it, do you?” Jeff asked, startled by the turn in the conversation.
“I do. Just not to our own daughters.”
Jeff just stared at Harold for a moment. He was trying to dry his sweaty palms on his pant legs. He grabbed his beer and finished it off.
“I think I’m going to need another beer.”
* * *
“What time’s your mother getting home?” Lynn asked.
“Supposed to be around 7:00,” Heather answered.
“So what time should I spring it on Jeff?”
“I think as soon as you get home, after our ‘punishment’. You Ok with this?” Heather asked nervously. A whole summer’s efforts depended on this.
“I don’t know, things are really going pretty good right now. It’d be kind of a shame to mess it up,” Lynn laughed.
“C’mon Lynn! It’s our plan! Things will only get better after this. We’ll get whatever we want!” Heather insisted.
“Ok, I guess, it is the plan, right?”
“Cool, let’s go and get our just desserts.”
* * *
The girls walked into the house, giddy over their purchases. They’d timed it perfectly, right at 4:15. Fifteen minutes late.
“Daddy! We’re home. Sorry we’re late.” Heather called out.
“Yeah, Mr. Payne. I couldn’t find my size so it’s really my fault. We’re ready for our punishment…” Lynn’s words trailed off as she entered the living room and saw her father sitting there, opposite Heather’s father.
“Oh, uh, Hi Mr. Klein,” Heather said as she took in the lay of the land.
Jeff shook his head. “You girls know you had a deadline, and yet you purposely missed it. This is becoming a bad habit. I don’t think the punishment is proving to be the deterrent it should be.”