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 Title: Bad Heather Ch.  01
Summary: Heather needs punishing, and Daddy knows how.
Keywords: inc,fic
   "I just can't stand him!"
   "Now Heather, he IS your father.  Have a little respect.  Things are
hard for him right now; just try to keep the peace," her mother replied
from 1100 miles away.
   "When are you coming home?" Heather whined.
   "Not until the end of the month.  It's a great opportunity for me and we
need the money right now.  And to be brutally honest, young lady, I don't
need the added stress."
   "He won't let me do ANYTHING!" Heather continued.
   "Then stop screwing up and get in his good graces.  I don't have time
for this right now honey.  Just listen to your father for once, and try to
be good for a while..."
   Heather hung up on her mother, and screamed in frustration as she ran up
the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her.  If she expected that
to somehow make things better, she was sorely mistaken.
   Ever since her mother had accepted the short-term project in Manhattan
for most of the summer, life had been miserable.
   Under the best of circumstances, Heather and her father barely
communicated.  Her mother was the glue that held the family together, such
as it was.  Now that her father had been laid off after 22 years at the
same job, he was even harder to put up with.
   Summer was usually a great time.  With the parents gone each day she got
to sleep in, lie around the pool, hit the mall, gab on the phone, and just
do whatever she wanted.
   Not this year.  Within the first week of summer vacation, she'd lost her
cell phone privileges when her grades showed up in the mail.  It wasn't her
fault the science and history teachers didn't like her.  And she had
managed to pass both courses.  By the skin of her teeth.
   Her mother had given her the phone back, the night before she left for
New York.  She understood the importance of having a phone.  Then that
bastard had turned off the service.  She'd pleaded with her mom over the
phone to intervene for her, but so far, she was still without a cell.
   The whole party incident the next week could hardly be blamed on her. 
She had intended to leave before midnight, as she'd promised, but Derek and
Rob had taken her car keys and wouldn't give them back until she joined
them in a round of shots.  Ok, a few rounds.  Fine.  And a few games it was
probably best her parents never found out about.  Figure in another 10
minutes just to find her bra.  What?  Was she supposed to just leave behind
a $40 bra?  And it was ridiculous that cops could park outside of a party
and try to trap drivers when you're only driving like 4 blocks away!  When
her father finally picked her up at the police station at 2:30 am, that was
the end of car privileges for the Summer.  On that issue, at least, her
mother had gotten the old fart to make it for just four weeks, if she'd
stay out of trouble.
   Of course, if her stupid friends hadn't pushed the patio furniture into
the pool, she wouldn't be stuck at home alone all day, with no visitors
allowed.  Alright, maybe she shouldn't have dared them, but who would have
guessed they would be such idiots to really do it?  Or that it would be so
damned hard to get the stuff out the next day.  Or that they would leave
rust stains on the bottom of the pool.  That had lead to this latest call
with her mom, but for once, an exasperated Janice told her she'd have to
live with her actions.
   Damn!  This was supposed to be the best summer of her life.  She was
finally 18, and would be going off to college in September.  If she could
finally get one to let her in, that is.  She'd just die if she had to go to
DCCC.  Community college was for losers.
   Heather looked at her svelte form in the mirror.  She was looking more
like her mother every day.  A slow started, she had finally filled out this
last semester.  She was already a little taller than her Mom's 5'3" and
weighed exactly 108 lbs that very morning.  The Nordic look, the long
blonde hair, fair skin, and big blue eyes were more of her mother's genetic
donation.  Her father's family did seem to be responsible for the curves,
which she had in abundance, if she did say so herself.  She frowned at
herself, and turned, looking at the pooch of her stomach, her too big ears.
She ran her hands across the bottom of her rib cage, sucking in her belly
to see if she could make it stand out.  Her left tit was still bigger than
her right one, but she was still growing there, maybe they would even out.
Eight more pounds and an ear tuck, and she'd have a body most women would
kill for.  Locked behind these damn walls for her first legal summer.  Damn
her luck.  What a waste.
   * * *
   Harold Payne was pacing his office, oblivious to his daughter's tantrum.
He had bigger things on his mind.
   Getting laid off after 22 years wasn't that bad.  He had a good pension,
and he'd worked a lot of overtime in the previous two years, upping his
final wages.  But collecting on that was still 8 years away.  He'd gotten a
decent severance package as well, 2 weeks pay per year of service, and he
had immediately applied for unemployment.  For the moment, money was not
the issue, no matter how gloomy his wife made it sound.
   For once in his life, he had the time and the means to do what he wanted
to do.  He didn't need to look for a new job yet; he could wait until the
end of the summer.
   He'd always wanted to get involved in local politics, and with things
the way they were, it was more important to do that now than ever before.
He'd been active in the union leadership, and people had always told him he
was a convincing speaker.  Completing his education on the company's dime
seemed more valuable now than ever.
   He stopped and admired his physique in the mirror.  At 42 years old, he
could easily pass for 30.  Barely a hint of gray hair, hardly a wrinkle on
his face.  At 5'7" he was average in height, but his running and yoga kept
him lean, and his clean diet kept him healthy.  Harold smiled at his
reflection.  His wife, Janice, had nothing to complain about.
   Thinking of Janice brought a frown to his face.  Twenty-three years
they'd been together, and except for a few rocky months back when Heather
was still in her terrible two's, they'd had a pretty good thing going. 
He'd always been proud to go anywhere with Janice beside him.  At any event
they were among the best looking there.  He felt enormous pride when his
friends and coworkers looked her over.  She was a beautiful woman still,
even if there was a little more woman there now; she wore it well.  Their
love life had been good, if not spectacular.  He'd always fantasized, what
man didn't?  But he hadn't strayed more than a couple of times in all those
years, and never at home.  And why would he?  She was loving, attentive,
kept a good house, and kept herself looking great.  They shared values and
dreams, and had been blessed with the most beautiful, perfect daughter in
the word.
   Things had changed, as their daughter had.  Janice seemed much more
distant.  Their bedroom antics which were always pretty adventurous, or so
it seemed compared to most of their friends, had become much more
plain-vanilla.  Now, in retrospect, he realized how much he missed the ways
things were, and how good he'd had it.
   Now she was always irritated with him, blaming him for the way that
Heather was turning out.  He'd given up on the hellion years ago, letting
Janice spoil her rotten, and guaranteeing that no matter what the brat did,
there'd be no consequences.  When she'd brought home her first F's at 15
years old, after 9 years of A's and B's, Janice just wanted to console her
and took her out for a spa day.  When she'd started lying to them all the
time, Janice covered for her.  When she'd wrecked her car, Janice had tried
to get it secretly fixed so he wouldn't even know.  He'd argued.  He'd
yelled.  He'd threatened.  He'd even pleaded, but in the end he couldn't
make any changes in their daughter, with Janice sabotaging every effort. 
It had broken his heart, and he'd found himself bitterly angry with his
wife, who was so good in so many other ways.
   She was off in Manhattan, doing who knows what with whom.  He didn't
trust her boss a whit, and in her latest mood, he wasn't sure how far he
trusted Janice.  Now he was stuck with the monster child, a completely out
of control brat.  At least for once, he could show her that behavior had
consequences, without Janice interfering.
   He did need to think about what to do with his life, especially with
Heather headed off to college at the end of summer.  No need to rush
things, however.  He'd worked hard for over 20 years.  He deserved a little
break.  And his new computer was opening all kinds of new vistas to him.  A
couple of weeks of R&R, especially with his wife off of his back, checking
on his job hunt progress everyday.  And he had a little 'fund' the wife
wasn't even aware of - his vacation and sick pay came in a different check,
that she'd never even seen.  Sitting in a brand new bank, with a brand new
ATM card, and a brand new mailbox that received the bills.
   Of course the cloud hovering over the whole situation was his
irresponsible headache of a daughter.
   Decisions, decisions.
   * * *
   Janice hung up the phone, after the abrupt conversation ending with
Heather, and took a deep breath.
   "Everything Ok?"
   She looked over to Roger, who sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for
her to get ready before going out to dinner.  He'd shown up early and made
himself at home with same cocky confidence he did everything.
   Roger was a big man, in every way.  At 6'3", he still had that jock look
from his college days.  He still carried himself with confidence, and why
wouldn't he?  A VP at just 45 years old, devastatingly handsome, he had the
golden touch.  Which was one of the reasons she took the project.  With
Roger working on it, it was almost guaranteed to be a success.  His were
coattails she wouldn't mind riding.
   He was big in other ways, too.  When they had danced together just three
nights ago, she had felt him rubbing against her, and she almost fainted
when she realized the size of the bulge that was pressed against her belly.
Harold was above average in those things, but this man was a giant!  When
his huge hands held her, touched her, it made her seem to small, so
fragile. So different.
   He made her feel like a woman.  A highly desirable woman.
   Now he was sitting here, in her hotel room, watching her finish getting
ready.  They both knew that there was electricity between them.  Janice
just had to wonder if she was ready for this.  In over twenty years she'd
only strayed once, more than 15 years earlier.  If she crossed the line
this time, she didn't know if she'd come back.
   Lost in her thoughts, she'd almost forgotten to answer his question. 
"Everything's fine.  Well, maybe not fine.  Our daughter's feeling a little
frustrated with her father.  He's a good bit stricter than I am.  She's
screwing up, and he's showing her that there are consequences." Janice went
back to the bathroom where she could finish her hair, but she left the door
open so they could still talk.
   "Sounds like that's a good thing.  I've heard your stories.  She's out
of control."
   His voice sounded louder, and she looked over in the mirror, and saw him
standing in the door of the bathroom watching her.  His eyes devoured her,
and she felt wanted - more so than she had in years.  He couldn't seem to
take his eyes off her ass, tightly encased in her skirt.  She was acutely
aware that underneath she was bare except for her pantyhose, not wanting
any panty lines to ruin the look.
   "Yeah.  I've tried to be a friend to her, and help her out.  Give her
all the advantages I never had.  Help her be popular, which I never was. 
Maybe I should have been stricter." Janice said, bringing her arms down and
turning to face Roger.  "Ready."
   "You look delicious," Roger told her, and she knew he meant it.  "Let's
get going - I want to make sure everything's in place before the clients
arrive."
   When he placed his hand on her upper arm, it nearly undid her.  Her legs
grew wobbly and she almost fell off her 3 inch heels.  She never could get
used to those things.
   Oddly, as they headed out the door, she thought of Harold.  She felt
bad. Not for what she was considering doing here, maybe that very night. 
No.  She'd left him with a spoiled, out of control brat for the summer, and
she was hoping beyond hope that somehow he'd be able to reel her in, get
her under control, help her straighten out her life.  She could privately
admit she was mostly responsible for the way things had ended up with
Heather.  And now it seemed like it was too late.  As a mother she was a
failure.
   Perhaps taking the summer off between jobs would be Ok, if it meant he
could dedicate some of that time to a last ditch effort to help their only
child.  She wasn't a bad kid.  Not really.  Was she?
   * * *
   "Heather?"
   "What?" her voice let him know this was a horrible time to interrupt
her, in the middle of a TIVO'd episode of Sex & the City.
   "You're not just going to sit around and do nothing all day, every day.
With your mother gone, we both have to pick up the slack.  I expect you to
do the laundry, keep the place generally neat and clean, and do the
dishes."
   "Jesus!  Do I have to do everything with Mom gone?" Heather griped.
   "I'll deal with the shopping, the cooking, the trash, the yard, and
house maintenance, and, oh yeah, the bills.  Breakfast and lunch, you're on
your own, but I'll take care of dinner.  Got it?"
   "Fine.  Whatever." She said, turning away and taking the show off pause.
   Harold ignored the blatant disrespect, and returned to his study where
he unlocked the door, and carefully locked it behind him.
   Finally.  His sanctuary.  The one place where he had a little privacy
and didn't have to listen to the bitching and moaning.  He turned on his
computer, entered his password, and opened his browser.  Time for a little
well earned relaxation.
   Heather wasn't too worried.  Her conniving little mind was already
hatching a plan.  A bad plan.  She was a bad girl, after all.  Everybody
said so.
   * * *
   When her father went out shopping, warning her to get the laundry
started if she didn't want to lose some more privileges, she was up from
her perch in front of the TV like a sprinter out of the blocks.
   She ran and dumped an armful of clothes in the washer, and turned it on.
There.  Now he couldn't complain.
   Then she headed straight for his 'study'.
   She giggled to herself as she pulled out her key-chain and quickly
unlocked his door.  When he'd installed the new lock on his office several
weeks ago, she'd taken the packaging out of the trash and headed down to
the hardware store.  The guy at the key machine was happy to make a key for
her, based on the code of the tumbler.
   She'd be damned if she'd let him keep a locked room in the house without
knowing what was going on there.
   The computer was a different problem.  She'd tried guessing at his
password but no such luck.  A few minutes on-line with some friends and
acquaintances and she had a couple of new approaches lined up.  Now was her
chance to test them.
   Expecting to be working at this for a while, she was amazed when the
very first suggestion worked.  Hitting CTRL-ALT-DEL at the login screen
popped up a login window.  She entered "administrator" as she'd been told,
without a password, and - miracle-of-miracles - she was in, with full
access!  Two minutes later, following the instructions on her cheat sheet,
the administrator account had a password, her password, and she had
unlimited access.
   She pulled out the USB flashdrive, with all the software she'd been
given for this task, and ran the first two programs.  Just like that, his
entire Internet browser was backed up to her little device.  Another click
and she was running her own browser, with all his bookmarks, history, saved
passwords, cookies, and more.
   Now to see what the old man was up to....
   * * *
   "OH, GROSS!" she exclaimed, actually turning away from the screen. 
She'd been able to bring up his browser and visit the sites in his browser
history.  THAT was an education.
   She was getting nervous, he wouldn't be gone much longer.  She shut down
everything, pulled her flashdrive and shut things down.  Locking the door
behind her, her mind was still reeling with the new found knowledge.
   There had to be a way to use this.  Maybe this wasn't going to be such a
bad summer after all...
   * * *
   Harold was pleasantly surprised by his daughter's new behavior.  She'd
accepted her responsibilities, performed her chores with minimal complaint,
and was able to converse without obvious condescension.
   She'd also started taking care of herself again; cleaning up each
morning, and wearing nicer clothes, not sweats and dirty t-shirts.  He
wondered what had gotten into her.
   For the past few days, she'd slowly cleaned up her act.  She still could
be slow to respond to his questions, and she'd put off her chores until the
last minute, but they were getting done.  She'd even stopped whining about
how bad her life was.
   The change was so noticeable, he'd even brought it up with his wife on
their nightly call.  Janice's suggestion had been to give her room and show
a little appreciation.  He thought he'd give it a try.
   "You don't think she's up to something, do you?" Harold asked, still a
little wary of her behavior.
   "Hard to say, maybe she's realizing that her past behavior was getting
her nowhere.  Do you still have her grounded, and cell phone taken away?"
   "Yeah, but I'm thinking if she can keep this up a while, I might slowly
start loosening the reins.  How's things at your end?"
   Janice had to stifle a giggle.  Her 'end' was doing just fine.  Roger's
hands were fondling her there, and she could feel him trying to nuzzle up
behind her and slide his huge cock back inside her.  She slapped him away,
teasingly.
   "Just fine here," she answered.  "It sounds like you've got things under
control.  I'm glad."
   She gasped a bit as Roger got a little more insistent, lifting her leg
high and jabbing into her.  Even after the recent pounding, he still felt
enormous entering her.  She couldn't believe she'd ever get used to it.
   "You Ok?" Harold asked, hearing the sharp intake of breath.
   "Oh!  I just stubbed my toe.  Gotta go sweetie, we're having drinks with
the client in just a few."
   "I miss you." Harold said, meaning it.
   "Me too baby, love ya, bye-bye."
   * * *
   Harold's political aspirations were taking a turn for the better, after
working his network, and calling all the local party groups.  He was
scheduled to go in to talk to some movers-and-shakers the next day.  Things
were certainly moving along better in his life.  He just wished Janice was
around to share it with.  They'd never been apart for more than a week
before.  At over three weeks now, he felt lonelier then he had in years. 
If not for his daughter, that is.
   Even Heather was becoming less of a pain, and more of the little girl he
recalled so fondly.
   Over lunch, which they'd eaten together for the first time he could
remember, Heather confessed.
   "I've been thinking about things, about my future, and I've really been
messing up.  I'm going to try to do better."
   Harold was slightly taken aback.  "You haven't been that bad, nothing we
can't recover from.  I'll help you in any way I can, you know that."
   "I know.  Lynn's been telling me that I'm spoiled rotten.  She'd never
get away with the stuff I've done.  Last time she got home past her curfew,
she could barely sit the next day."
   Harold found his palms itching.  Lynn?  Barely sit?  Jesus!  That's a
dream come true.
   "I've always thought she was the best of your friends, Heather." What he
really thought about the little waif was not something he'd willingly share
with his daughter.
   Heather got up and cleared the table, then returned and stood beside her
father, leaning back against the table.
   "Daddy?  Do you think that something like that might help me?" She asked
quietly, her head bowed.
   "Like what?" Harold asked.
   "Punishing me when I'm bad.  Not just take things away, but...  you
know, like Lynn."
   "I'm not sure I do.  How is Lynn punished?" He asked, intentionally
obtuse.
   "She gets spanked."
   "Oh." Harold was lost for words.  Could this be for real?
   They were both quiet.  Several seconds of utter silence.
   "Do you think that might help?  I really do want to do better," she
asked, pushing.
   "I...I guess it might.  I mean, immediate feedback is always good.  And
that way the punishment is over with and you can go ahead with trying to do
better."
   Heather leaned down and hugged her father tightly.  "Thank you, Daddy. I
hope I'll never need it, but I'm so glad you're willing to help me."
   Harold could barely think straight.  The image of his daughter bent over
his lap, lifting her skirt and spanking her firm ass was burning in his
brain.
   Heather walked away with a smile and a sway in her step.  "There," she
thought, "that was easier than I'd expected."
   * * *
   The next day, Heather maintained the good girl routine, and after
dinner, Harold thought she deserved a reward, a little positive
reinforcement.  While she loaded the dishwasher, he retired to the family
room, and waited for her.  When she appeared in the doorway he broke the
good news.
   "You know, Heather, I'm proud of you.  Really.  I don't say it very
often but I am.  And I think we can return some of your privileges.  You
can have your phone back, and you can have a friend over."
   She ran to him, and climbed into his lap, something she hadn't done in
years.  "Oh!  Thank you Daddy.  I'll try to keep you proud of me." She
hugged him, and wiggled in his lap.
   "Now don't get carried away.  You're not off the hook yet." He
explained, shifting a little, feeling an uncomfortable stirring.  "None of
those boys are welcome over yet.  You can have one of your girl friends
visit, but you have to clear it with me, and no sleep-overs."
   "Thank you, thank you!" she gushed and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
She slowly crawled off of his lap.  "I'm glad you believe in me."
   She disappeared into her bedroom, and Harold thought some time spent in
the study would be really good right then.
   He shut things down before 9:00pm, thoroughly relaxed.  He expected
Janice to call soon, and check in.  Her nightly calls were like clockwork,
usually just for a couple of minutes.  He wanted to update her on Heather's
new behavior.
   Janice's call was on time, as always, and they shared a short chat
before he let Heather say hi.  He told his wife that things were going
well, and Heather was still behaving.  He explained he'd returned her
cell-phone to her.
   "Are you sure that's a good idea?" Janice asked.
   "No, but really she's been so well behaved, I think she's earned it."
   "That's a pleasant surprise.  I'm glad you're getting along." She didn't
add the words 'for once', although she thought them.
   "Your project still going well?" Harold asked, not wanting to hang up
quite yet.
   Janice was reclining in the bath tub, soaking her aching body.  Roger
was only staying over every two or three nights, but she was still sore all
over from the previous night.  He was so rough while they made love,
tossing her body around like a rag doll, stretching her legs out like some
high-school gymnast.  During the moment it was wild and wicked, but
afterwards it was just painful.  The relaxing bath was perfect.
   "Great.  We're still lining up our two key partners, so we can present a
complete solution to the guys from Singapore.  It looks like we may be able
to lock-in our first choice.  Tomorrow we could make the partnership
official."
   "I'm so glad the trip is paying off.  I may have a possible job lead
here as well, pretty exciting, as an aide to Bart Quinn." Harold broke his
good news.
   "The congressman?  That's a change." Janice was pleased to hear him
looking for work, but wasn't sure if that was the best direction.
   "Yeah, but it's nearby.  It's a first step into local politics, and
although it doesn't pay a lot, the potential is there, and there's even the
possibility of a second pension, if I stick with it.  The title is staff
assistant, but the next step up would be aide."
   Janice was surprised at how excited Harold sounded.  It was good to hear
him happy for once.  "That's great honey.  I'm sure you'll knock their
socks off."
   In spite of Heather's being just across the room, Harold couldn't help
himself.  "I wish you were here, knocking my socks off."
   "Just a couple more weeks, babe, if everything goes well.  Then we'll
see if I can't knock a lot more than your socks off."
   "I love you.  Talk to you tomorrow?"
   "Of course.  Love you too," Janice responded, unexpectedly meaning it.
   When the call was over, Heather stood in front of him, looking awkward.
She was dressed in her nightshirt, and kept shifting from one bare foot to
the other.
   "What's up, baby?" Harold asked.  He looked her over, happy with her new
look.  She used to walk around with a tight t-shirt and panties, which
seemed so sluttish for a teenager.  Tonight she was wearing a long
over-sized night-shirt, light pink with a big eyed puppy on the front.  She
had big pink slippers on, as well.  Damn she was cute, and looked so much
like her mother.
   "I've got a confession.  I told you I'd applied to some schools, but it
was only one, and that's not looking too good.  I'm afraid it's probably
too late for any others.  I shouldn't have lied about it."
   Harold took a deep breath.  He had suspected as much.  "I'm disappointed
in you."
   "I know, it was stupid.  And I thought I might have Lynn over tomorrow
to help me fill out some applications.  She's already done all hers, and is
already accepted at Tech.  She can help me."
   "I'm glad you're taking responsibility for it.  Thank you for being
honest with me.  If you need me to do anything, let me know."
   "I'll need some checks to send in with the application," Heather said
softly.
   "Just let me know how many and how much," Harold replied.  He expected
her to go, but she just stood there, as if she was waiting.
   "Is there something else?"
   "Are...are you going to punish me?" she asked.
   Harold caught his breath.  "I guess that would be the best thing to do.
Even though you're doing the right thing now, you shouldn't get the
impression it's easy to get away with bad things."
   Harold walked into the family room and sat down on the ottoman.  Heather
was right behind him and as soon as he was seated, she leaned over and laid
across his lap, her rear end positioned just over his right leg.  She
reached back and pulled her nightshirt down to cover her panties, but it
just barely managed that.
   Harold rested his left hand on her back, and tried to ignore the feeling
of her nubile breasts pressed against his thigh.  He slapped her far cheek,
not too hard, but hard enough to make it felt.
   "Oh!" Heather cried.
   He stared at the thin material stretched across her firm young butt, and
smacked the nearer cheek, just a little harder.  He heard his daughter hiss
between her teeth.
   He smacked her again, alternating cheeks, and let his hand linger a
little longer after each one, until he was almost caressing her rear with
each stroke.
   On the sixth one she cried out, "Ow!  Daddy, that hurts."
   He gave her a couple more firm strokes, the last one the hardest yet.
   "Please, Daddy, no more, I'll be good.  I promise!" She was wriggling
under his attack, and her night shirt had pulled up, exposing half of her
panties clad rear.  She reached back with her loose hand to cover her
bottom, but Harold leaned across, catching her wrist in his hand, and
pulling it up to the small of her back.  He caught the edge of her
night-shirt, and it came with her hand, leaving her pink bikini panties
exposed.
   "Two more, Princess.  I hate to do it but you have to learn," he lied.
   He spanked her softer, landing on her thin underwear, the angle of his
blow exposing her rear even more.
   He gave her the last swat.  It was almost a pat, rubbing her, and he let
his hand rest on her rear longer than he should, giving her ass a little
squeeze as he finished.  "That's it." He couldn't help himself, and gave
her butt another rub, "I hope that didn't hurt too much, sugar."
   She slowly got up and to his surprise sat in his lap, apparently unaware
of his hardness.  Her eyes were red and she looked on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry Daddy, but thank you for punishing me.  It'll help me remember."
Then she hugged him tightly.
   He held his baby girl in his arms and rocked her.  "Whatever I can do to
help you, you know I always will."
   She hugged him tighter, wiggling in his lap, pressing against his
hardness.  "I know Daddy."
   He held her for a long time, gently in his arms, while his hands stroked
her back and calmed her.
   Once she'd gone to bed, he hurried to his study.  He felt guilty as hell
for the thoughts running through his head.  He wondered if Jeff, Lynn's
father, felt the same.
   * * *
   When he got back from his morning meeting, he headed for his bedroom and
changed out of the suit into sweats and a t-shirt.  He was riding high on
excitement and adrenaline.  The interview had gone so well, he half
expected them to offer him the position on the spot.  He would report to
Martha Abbot, the congressman's aide, but she insisted he have a meeting
with the congressman himself, when he was in town the following week.
   Harold headed to his study to compose a thank you letter for the
meeting, and heard the voices of Heather and her young friend coming from
the backyard.
   While the girls frolicked in the pool, Harold watched them from the
window of his study.  He found himself continuously dreaming of bending
them over his knee, while they took turns being punished.  He pictured
their sweet young asses, barely encased in their bikinis, quivering with
each blow.  In his dreams they fought over who would be spanked first. 
He'd lover their bikini bottoms and expose those tight little butt cheeks,
before turning them pink.  Of course he'd noticed how attractive they both
were in the past, but never before did he have thoughts like these. 
Shaking his head, he powered up his computer and started his letter.
   * * *
   "I thought you'd be grounded for the rest of the summer," Lynn remarked,
as she stretched out on the lounge chair for some sun.
   "I'm working it out.  I think I should be out of the doghouse pretty
soon." Heather said, drying herself off before laying out.
   "That would be pretty amazing.  How's that possible?" Lynn asked,
curiosity getting the better of her.
   "The old fart has a thing for spanking schoolgirls.  You should see the
stuff he looks at on his computer."
   That got Lynn's full attention.  "You're shitting me!"
   "Not a bit.  What's with these dirty old men?  Can you believe it?  Both
our fathers.  Is it some kind of suburbia epidemic?" Heather laughed.
   "So he's spanking you now?" Lynn asked
   "Just once so far.  I hinted at your getting it too."
   "Heather!  Please, tell me that you're kidding!"
   "Nope.  You inspired me." Heather laughed, stretching out.
   "Jesus, Heather!  You didn't say anything about Jeff spanking me, did
you?"
   Heather sighed.  "I had to do something."
   "Fuck!  I'm dead." Lynn groaned.
   "Oh, come on.  He's not going to say anything.  And you told me how
after you got yours, he felt so bad he finally bought you that sweet car,"
Heather said.
   Lynn was quiet.  "Heather.  I didn't tell you everything.  He's been
looking for reasons to spank me.  It's like every other day now, for any
stupid little thing, and they're getting a little out of hand."
   Heather turned on her side and looked over at her friend.  "How's that?"
   "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.
   "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."
   She counted them out from two through ten, and at the end he was just
barely swatting her, letting his hand rest on her ass in between strokes,
and rubbing her.  The panties were a tease to him, and he longed to pull
them down her butt, and spank her bare cheeks, but he was afraid that was
taking it a little too far.
   At ten, he caressed her ass for a few more seconds, then released her.
   "Do we have an understanding?" Harold asked.
   Heather turned over nervously.  This one had been a lot harder.  It had
hurt.  And strangely enough she felt as hot as she ever had.  She needed to
get back to her bedroom.  "Yes Daddy, I'm sorry."
   "And my shirt?"
   "Right now.  I'll take care of it right now."
   "Good."
   * * *
   "Daddy, I thought Lynn might come over again, if it's Ok.  She'll have
to wait until her Dad comes home though, her car's in the shop."
   "Why don't you go pick her up.  You've barely been out of the house in
weeks, and you've certainly earned it.  Here, take my card and do a little
shopping.  You could use a new bathing suit; the old one is pretty faded.
Just make sure you're back before 2:00." Harold told her, car keys in one
hand, the ATM card in the other.  "Don't go crazy - I don't want you to
spend more than a hundred dollars, Ok?"
   Heather leaped into his arms and gave him a quick peck on the lips. 
"You're the greatest!  I promise I'll be back on time."
   Harold secretly hoped she'd be late.
   * * *
   The girls got back by 1:45, to Harold's chagrin, and Heather modeled her
new, very small bikini for him when she returned.  Lynn was wearing one
that didn't cover much more.  She wasn't as developed as his little girl,
and didn't fill out her bikini quite as fully.  Her long dark hair was
pulled back in a cute pony-tail; her body was much paler than Heather's.
   "Do you like it?" Heather asked.
   "It's kind of small, don't you think?"
   "Oh Daddy, it's just for wearing here.  I can get more sun this way. 
I've got one Mom would approve of for going out in public," Heather
explained, twirling and letting him see that the back of this one was no
more than a couple of strings disappearing down her crack.
   "I guess it's Ok then."
   "Ok?  Don't I look nice in it?" Heather asked.
   "You're beautiful," Harold told her, hoping it didn't sound as desperate
as it felt.
   "Doesn't Lynn look nice?" Heather teased.
   Harold looked her over.  She was so cute.  Her breasts were small,
barely denting her top, and her hips were smallish, but her round little
butt stood out nicely in back.
   "Lynn always looks nice, she's a lovely girl." Harold said with a smile,
and Lynn blushed nicely.
   Heather ran to him and gave him another big hug and a kiss, her lips
pressing firmly against his for just a second, before the two sirens headed
out to the pool.
   Harold headed to the study.  And locked the door.
   * * *
   "Daddy?"
   Harold jumped when he heard the knock on his study door.  He quickly
pulled up his knit shorts, and turned off his monitor.
   "What is it, baby?"
   "Can I come in?" Heather asked plaintively.
   Harold got up and unlocked the door, opening it for his daughter.  God
she looked good.  She had her cover up on, but it was open in the front,
showing off her young body.
   Heather walked in and closed the door behind her.
   "Where's Lynn?" Harold asked.  She couldn't have gone home; it hadn't
been an hour since they'd gotten back.
   "She's by the pool." She seemed nervous, "Daddy, I have a confession,"
   "What's wrong?"
   "I went over your limit.  I spent about $120 dollars."
   "Heather, you know I was very specific," Harold told her, his pulse
suddenly racing.
   "I know, and I'm sorry." She walked past him and leaned over his desk,
her ass inviting his attention.  "I know what I've got coming."
   Harold approached her, his shorts tenting obscenely.  "Yes, as much as I
hate to do it, you need to be reminded to follow the rules."
   "I know Daddy, I was wrong.  I shouldn't have bought the skirts I
bought."
   Harold was mesmerized by the view in front of him.  Heather was
stretched across the desk, and her feet were spread about two feet apart,
giving him a full on view of just how little the thong covered.
   "Not too hard, please, Daddy," Heather begged.
   "If I don't spank you as hard, I'll have to give you more," Harold
warned her.
   "I understand."
   The spanking was not quite the same as the last one.  He spent several
long minutes alternating occasional firm smacks, with little more then pats
and overt caresses.  Harold was squeezing and fondling his daughter's bare
ass, pulling her cheeks apart to see the string barely covering her
puckered butt hole.  He could see the lips of her young pussy exposed on
each side of the thin material pulled up inside of her.  His actions had
her moaning openly, squirming, and crying out with each surprise real
smack. It had started slowly, but the continuous spanking and the
intermingled hard slaps had her cheeks almost cherry red.
   "Daddy," she gasped, "you might have to stop."
   "Do you think you're punished enough?" He asked his baby girl, his hand
squeezing her butt cheek, his fingers caressing her exposed labia.
   "I feel funny," she gasped, "just a few more."
   He was using two hands now, squeezing and caressing one cheek, while he
patted the other one.  "Just a few more," he agreed.
   Switching sides, he smacked her firmly right between her legs, spanking
her right on her pussy.
   "OH!" she cried out, and then shivered while he caressed her ass, and
his hand cupped her pussy, massaging it.  "Oh, shit," she groaned, her feet
kicking up, her whole weight resting on the desk.  He felt the moistness
soaking through the thin cloth.
   Heather was definitely starting to enjoy these little spankings.
   He let go of her incredible rear, and pulled her upright, pulling her
into his arms.  She clung to him, her hips pressing hard against his
erection.
   "Am I forgiven?" she asked, her lower body grinding against him.
   "Of course," he told her, reaching down and cupping her ass, pulling her
against him.  "Have you learned your lesson?"
   She pressed her lips to his cheek, just beside his ear.  "I was
naughty."
   Harold tensed up, but Heather turned her face and kissed him on the
lips, firmly.  He felt her moist tongue brush across his lips.
   "I'm sorry dear, if I got carried away," he murmured.
   "Oh no, Daddy.  I deserved it.  I earned it."
   * * *
   "Where were you?" Lynn asked as Heather approached.
   "Getting my just rewards."
   "What?"
   "I was getting a spanking, for spending too much money at the mall,"
Heather laughed, turning and showing her friend her reddened cheeks.
   "Oh my God, Heather!  He just now spanked you?"
   "And pawed me nicely, thank you," Heather laughed.
   "God now you've got me jealous," Lynn confessed.
   "Want me to get you a spanking too?  I bet Dad wouldn't mind.  You're
even more his type than me," Heather teased.
   "Don't you dare!" Lynn shrieked.  "How was it?" She finally asked.
   "I came," Heather whispered.
   "Damn!  You little slut!" Lynn giggled.
   "Lynn, I hate to ask but would you put some aloe on my butt?  It still
stings."
   "Jesus, Heather!  Here?"
   "Please.  But do it nicely, I bet he's watching."
   Lynn took her time, thoroughly taking care of her best friend's tingling
tail.  All the while she could feel eyes burning into her scantily clad
flesh.  She was going to be a bad girl when she got home.  She needed it.
   * * *
   Janice had a hard time working up the nerve to call her husband.  The
night before had gone pretty much as she'd feared in her worst scenarios.
For two nights, she'd been part of the festivities, with both Roger and Dan
manhandling her, groping her and kissing her.  Luckily she hadn't been
alone, and Melissa had been there for their attention as well.  Those first
two nights she'd managed to escape their clutches back to her room, and
Roger had followed her the first night.  She wondered if Melissa had been
as fortunate.
   Last night had been different.  Melissa wasn't there, and she was alone
with the two.  After a couple of bottles of celebratory champagne, Roger
had insisted on holding her in his lap and kissing her, still celebrating
their success.  Then he'd lifted her and placed her in Dan's lap, where
they'd celebrated in the same way.  The two men just passed her back and
forth, kissing her, fondling her, charming her, complimenting her, and
undressing her.  They'd taken turns using her, and then used her together.
For the first time she felt what it was like to have cocks in her mouth and
pussy at the same time.  Repeatedly.
   All through the night, they'd wake up and use her, sometimes just one,
sometimes both.  Dan had even screwed her in the ass, and she was still
sore there.
   She'd had to sit in conference rooms with both men all day, burning with
the shame of being their sex toy.  She had to wonder if everybody else
noticed the way Dan looked at her.
   She'd watched the two men walking off with Melissa from accounting, at
the end of the day, and she was glad for the respite.  Let Melissa be their
plaything for the night.  She needed a break.
   Ten minutes into their conversation, she asked Harold about Heather.
   "Is she around?"
   "Nope, she took Lynn home, but should be home by now.  I'm surprised
she's late, she's been pretty responsible lately."
   "Does that mean you'll be punishing her tonight?" Janice asked.
   "Yes, I imagine I will."
   "Have you spanked her lately?"
   Harold had already alerted her to the spanking Heather had received for
getting back late from the movies, and for being disrespectful.
   "Yes, just this afternoon for spending more than she was supposed to
shopping." Harold explained.
   "It sounds like it's a zero-tolerance program over there."
   "Pretty much.  Most of the time, when she's done something wrong, she
comes right out and confesses it, and takes her punishment on the spot."
   Janice thought about that.  "Are we still being good?"
   Harold hesitated.  "She's still dressed, but she seems to be enjoying it
an awful lot.  She came today."
   "Oh my God!  Harold, are you telling me she came from being spanked on
the ass?" Janice asked, pointedly.
   "Some of the smacks have fallen away from her butt.  On her thighs, or
even on her privates."
   "Jesus, Harold.  You're spanking her pussy?  That might be a little
much, don't you think."
   "Yes," he admitted.  "I can barely help myself.  Please come home soon."
   "Just a few more days.  I can hardly stand it myself.  Until then, keep
up the good work."
   "Good work?" Harold answered, incredulous.
   "You do have her behaving and responsible for her own actions, don't
you? In my book that's a new miracle.  Good night, and think of me."
   "Every night."
   * * *
   Harold checked his watch as Heather walked in the door.  He was
surprised at how much he'd missed having her around all day.  He'd allowed
her to spend the day over at Lynn's house.  He never would have guessed
he'd actually want her around.
   "Heather, what time is it?"
   "I know Daddy, I'm late.  I'm sorry.  Lynn's Dad wanted us to clean up
her room, and it took longer than I thought; I lost track of time."
   "And you didn't think of calling?  You did have your cell phone, right?"
Harold demanded.
   "I forgot to charge it, I'm sorry."
   "Do I need to take the phone away again?  If you're going to be allowed
to have one, you can't turn it off when you're away, or let it charge down.
I need to be able to get hold of you."
   Heather approached her father, and put her arms around his neck. 
"Please don't take it away, Daddy.  I promise I'll do better.  Please."
   "I can't let this go unpunished," Harold told her.
   "I know Daddy, and you're right.  Can you punish me later?"
   "Later?"
   "I'm still a little sore from this afternoon," Heather admitted.
   "Take your shorts off, little girl." Harold commanded.
   "Off?" she asked, hesitantly, as she worked the tight jean shorts down
her body, exposing her thong underwear.
   "Blue Jeans are too much protection."
   Harold sat in the middle of the couch and his only child laid across his
lap.  She hung one leg off the couch, as the other stretched along the
length of it, spreading her legs wide open.
   Harold spanked her diligently, more forcefully then he had been lately.
"I've got to really make sure you remember dear.  The phone is your
lifeline to me.  You need to have it available." His first dozen strokes
traumatized her still tender cheeks.  This was the worse yet.
   "Oh, Daddy, please, not so hard, it hurts!" Heather cried out, the sound
of his open hand smacking her fair skin echoing off the walls.  She kept
reaching back to cover her butt with her hands, and he grabbed them,
crossed their wrists, and held them tight while he smacked her even harder.
   "If you fight me, it just gets worse," Harold warned her.
   Harold eased back, admiring his handiwork, her ass nice and pink.  He
took his time, smacking her firmly now and then, but in between caressing
her ass and squeezing it.  His blows were all over the place, on her ass
cheeks, on the back of her thighs, a few even falling on her womanhood. 
For several long minutes he spanked her.
   "Please, Daddy, please, it hurts too much," Heather cried, sobbing.
   Harold massaged her ass, while he explained himself.  "Heather, you are
being punished for three things, you understand that?"
   Her words skipped between her sobbing, "I-I-I guess, so-o."
   He smacked her hard, making her cry out.  "One.  You were late."
   "I'm sorry!"
   "Two you didn't call," Harold continued, smacking her other cheek
equally hard.  It stung his hand.
   "Ow!  Daddy!" Heather cried out.
   "Three, I couldn't reach you on your phone," Harold told her, smacking
her firmly between her legs.
   "I'll be good, I will!" Heather gasped, struggling to move away from the
continued strokes of his hand.
   Harold continue to paddle her pussy, smacking her right across her
swollen lips, using just his cupped fingers to punish her.  She was
squirming and writhing under his hands.
   He released her hands, reached down and pulled her legs open even wider,
then slid his fingers underneath her thong and pulled it aside, exposing
her pink lips to his view.  She was dripping, and his continued smacks on
her pussy sounded obscenely wet and moistened his hand.  Heather was
sobbing, but her resistance had finally ceased, and she seemed to be
pushing back against his hand now.  He rested his hand on her mound letting
the length of his finger settle between the lips.  God, he was fondling his
daughter's pussy!  Pulling his hand slowly away, he let his finger
momentarily slide within her lips, penetrating her for about half his
finger length.
   "Will you remember this lesson, little lady?" Harold asked, giving her
pussy another stinging smack.
   "Yes, yes," she moaned.
   "Have you been punished enough?" Harold asked, rubbing her teen pussy
with complete disregard for right and wrong.  His finger slid inside her
again, stroking her.
   "Just a few more, Daddy, please," Heather asked softly.
   Harold smiled, and patted her pussy, alternating it with firm wet smacks
on the cheeks of her ass.  He could feel her excitement level rising, and
as she moaned louder, he firmed up the smacks on her ass, just as he became
more invasive, rubbing her swollen nether-lips.
   "There, spank me there," Heather begged, as his hand cupped her mound,
his finger tips rubbing her hidden pleasure center.  He diddled her clit,
opening up the hood, and using his finger tips, swatted her exposed nub of
flesh until she came hard.  He immediately ceased the slapping, and slid
two fingers deep inside of her, causing her orgasm to burst into a
continuous explosion.  He fingered her while she trembled, and as she
slowly relaxed, he pulled out, adjusted her underwear to cover her, and
caressed her reddened butt cheeks.  As she slowly crawled off his lap, he
brought his fingers up to his nose, inhaling his daughter's amazing
fragrance.
   Heather turned and straddled her father, hugging him closely.  "I'll be
better Daddy, I promise." She kissed him on the neck, and on the cheek,
before finally kissing him on the lips.  Their mouths opened just enough
for their tongues to touch, and run across each other's lips.  Harold
cupped his daughter's warm ass and stroked them lovingly, gently.
   "I know you will, pumpkin."
   * * *
   It had been a great day.  A secondary job interview he'd aced, a well
behaved daughter who was really a pleasure to be around, and the time to
relax and do whatever he wanted.
   After dinner, he'd been reclining his his lazyboy, when Heather peeked
in to see what he was up to.
   "How was your day, pretty girl?" He asked.
   "Nice.  We just hung out at Lynn's place.  She must have been bad this
morning, her butt was lit up like a Christmas tree, when I got there.  But
her Dad let us order in pizza for lunch, and took us down to Best Buy to
get some music.  How about you?"
   "A great day.  I think I've got this new job in the bag."
   Heather climbed into his lap and hugged him tightly.  "I'm so glad. 
That will make Mom so happy too."
   He expected her to crawl away, but she just twisted sideways, and held
him.  "What are we watching?"
   "Just a rerun - My Name is Earl.  Just started."
   "Cool."
   She settled in and he was surprised at how easy it was to take her
weight in his lap.  The chair must have absorbed some of it.  He just sat
back and held his little girl, while she hugged him, played with his hair,
and snuggled up to him.  It hadn't been like this since she was 12 years
old.
   He found his hands caressing her legs, her hips, her back.
   When the show ended, she climbed off of him.  "Oh, I'm sorry, I must
have been heavy."
   "Not at all," Harold told her.
   "Well, I'm going to hit the hay." She stretched in front of him, and
lascivious thoughts exploding in his brain.  "Good night Daddy," she leaned
in and gave him a warm kiss on his lips, her tongue brushing against him,
"sweet dreams."
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