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 Title: Bad Heather Ch.  02
Summary: Heather's punishment's get worse?  What will Mom say?
Keywords: inc,fic
   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."
   * * *
   In the room alone, Heather cleaned up, then gingerly sat down at her
computer.  The camera had worked fine.  She thought Lynn would get a kick
out of the show.
   * * *
   "Oh please, Harold, you didn't!" Janice gasped, listening to his tale.
   "God, Janice, it's out of control.  As I was spanking her she just
grabbed my hard-on and wouldn't let go.  Things got completely carried
away."
   "How bad?" Janice asked, lying on her own bed, naked, preparing for the
big night.
   "Bad.  She was completely naked in my lap, and I had two fingers inside
of her making her come."
   Janice found her own hand reaching between her legs.
   "Harold, how come you're telling me everything?  You could have tried to
keep it a secret.  You could have gone further."
   "She's our daughter.  You need to know.  I'm not proud of what I'm
doing, but I couldn't keep it from you.  Not this.  You're too important to
me.  I couldn't keep a secret like this from you.  I wouldn't." Harold was
adamant.
   "Anything else I should know about?"
   "She did the same for me.  She got me off with her hand.  She begged me
to.  She pleaded with me to teach her."
   "How was it?  What was it like to have your little girl stroke your cock
until it exploded?" Janice was stroking her own pussy, which was leaking
heavily.
   "Unbelievable.  I thought my head would explode.  It was like being with
you for the first time, all over again."
   "Harold, try to keep in under control.  I don't want you fucking our
little girl.  I'll be there soon and you can play out all your dreams and
fantasies on me.  I promise."
   "God, I miss you so much Janice.  Are you lonely there?" Harold asked.
   She hesitated.  "They're keeping me awful busy, and there's a lot of
entertaining and visiting with clients and partners, so I don't think about
it most of the time.  But I do miss you terribly."
   "Come home, Janice."
   "Just a few more days, it's almost all over."
   It wasn't all over for Janice yet.  Today was the second day of meetings
with the customer, a team of three from Singapore.  Things were going
really well, and Roger assured her that she'd made a huge difference in the
success of the project, and would have a bonus suitable to her
contribution. He'd been hinting at large 5 figures.  If she could just last
2 more days.
   She needed to get dressed.  Tonight was Karaoke night, and Melissa would
be by any minute to meet her so they could join the negotiating team.
   * * *
   Lynn was over again, and the girls were making another last minute
attempt at blasting out a dozen or more college applications.  They were
all past the deadline, but they'd lowered their standards and were taking
their chances.
   Harold had just gotten back from his third meeting with Martha, and this
time Bart had spent 20 minutes with him as well.  The man was walking
charisma.  Incredible.  When he stood and shook Harold's hand, welcoming
him to the team, Harold had almost wanted to kneel and kiss his ring.  The
salary was under 40K, half of what he'd been earning, but God!  what an
opportunity.
   He was dressing down, and had only gotten as far as getting his
sweatpants on when an enormous crash from down the hall had him bolting out
the door.  Looking into Heather's room, he could see her bed had collapsed,
and the mattress was hanging at an angle, half on the floor.
   The girls were sitting on the floor, looking half in shock, half
ashamed.
   "What the hell happened here?" Harold shouted.
   Heather climbed to her feet, dressed in her bikini and her pool wrap. 
"We were playing around, and the bed just gave out."
   Lynn stepped forward, her young body even less clothed than Heather's.
She was dressed in her bikini only.  "It was my fault Mr.  Payne.  I was
teasing her, and started tickling her.  When she got away from me I jumped
on her and the bed gave out."
   Harold just shook his head.  "Just get out of here for now.  I'll see
what I can do."
   The girls shuffled out of the room, head down.  They picked up the pile
of applications they'd been working on and headed downstairs.
   Harold meanwhile surveyed the damage.  It looked like nothing major.  It
was an old bed frame and one of the cross-members had come apart.  The
metal looked bent.  He retreated to the garage for a couple of tools, and
had it back together in less than 20 minutes.
   When he headed downstairs, he sought out Heather working at the dining
room table.
   "Heather, can I see you alone a minute, in my study?"
   Heather got up and walked over to him, "I'm sorry Daddy.  It was an
accident."
   He turned and walked to his study, his daughter following closely
behind. He waited for her to enter the room and was about to close the
door, when Lynn showed up in the doorway.
   "It was my fault.  If you're going to punish anyone, it should be me,"
Lynn argued.
   "Lynn, when Heather has friends over, she's responsible for their
behavior as well.  Even if you did it, it's still her responsibility."
   "Please, Mr.  Payne!  She tried to stop me, honestly.  It was all my
fault."
   "No, Lynn.  It's my fault too.  It's Ok," Heather told her friend.  She
leaned over her father's chair, kneeling on the seat, her body over the
back, her arms resting on his desk.  Her ass stuck out provocatively.
   Lynn wouldn't give up.  "Please, Mr.  Payne.  Let me share in the
punishment.  I'll hate myself it she has to take it alone." She rushed
forward and leaned over the desk beside her friend, her own rear end
jutting out.  She opened her legs wide to steady herself.  "Just a little,
please, so she doesn't bare the whole brunt of it.  I swear I'll never tell
or anything.  Please."
   Harold looked at the little girl, and his hands were already trembling.
He glanced over at his daughter.
   "Yes Dad, it's Ok.  Let us share this one."
   Harold closed his eyes and took a big breath.  When he opened them, his
daughter had gotten up and was standing beside her friend, holding her by
the shoulders.  "Lynn first."
   Harold stepped up to her.  "This isn't play, you understand.  I'm
punishing her."
   "Punish me," Lynn answered softly.
   He brought his hand down firmly with a loud crack, wringing a yelp out
of the teen.  He was hoping to scare her off.
   "Again, Daddy," Heather told him.
   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."
   Lynn stomped her foot.  "Mr.  Payne, I'm going inside.  I demand you
give me my punishment."
   Harold and Heather just looked at her, as she turned and walked inside.
   "Heather, I can't be doing this."
   "It's Ok, Daddy.  We share everything.  She knows all about my
spankings, just as I know all about hers.  Jeff spanks her all the time,
and she always goes back for more.  It's alright."
   "Her father has the right to spank her of course.  But I'm not sure I
should."
   "Jeff spanked me." Heather confessed.
   "He did what!"
   "Don't be that way.  It wasn't like ours.  Just a dozen or so smacks for
lying about something.  It's Ok," Heather assured him.  "Lynn won't tell
him.  She doesn't tell him anything.  They're not open like we are.  I can
tell you anything, can't I?"
   "Of course you can."
   "Ok then.  I'll tell you this.  She wants it.  She thinks you're hot and
is dying to get her ass tanned again by you again.  Let's do it." She
turned and headed to the house.
   Harold shook his head and followed.
   Entering the house, they called out for Lynn, and finally found her
waiting in Heather's room.
   "What are you doing in here?" Harold asked.
   "Jeff always spanks me in my room." Lynn answered.
   Harold was still leaning toward sending her home, when Heather put her
hands on his shoulders and encouraged him to sit down on the edge of the
bed.
   As soon as he was seated, Lynn went to stand beside his leg.  She
reached to her sides and slid her bikini bottoms down her legs, to about
mid-thigh, before bending over his lap.
   "Lynn," Harold gasped, "why did you pull your bottoms down?"
   "Jeff always insists I get punished on my bare butt." Lynn explained as
if it was obvious.
   Harold looked down at the pretty girl with the tempting bare butt.  He
reached out and spanked her far cheek, with a nice easy slap.
   "Daddy, she's used to being spanked a little harder than me, remember?"
Heather whispered.
   With the encouragement, Harold slapped her friend's ass harder, leaving
a hand-print impression.
   "You're right Lynn," Harold explained, smacking her in smooth rhythmic
blows.  "You're a good girl." -smack- "But even good girls" -smack- "do bad
things" -smack- "sometimes."
   "Yes, Mr.  Payne," she gasped.
   "Breaking the vacuum was a very" -SMACK- "bad" -SMACK- "thing!"
-SMACK"Ow, Ow, I'm sorry, Mr.  Payne," Lynn cried after the painful blows
landed.
   Harold's hand was now caressing her bright red cheeks, giving them a
small squeeze.  He started in again, now playfully.  Once again he
alternated moderately firm blows with caresses and gentle pats.  And, as
with his daughter, he allowed his hand to target the area between her legs,
where Lynn responded similarly to his daughter.  If anything, maybe even
more enthusiastically.
   "Thank you," Lynn moaned as her pussy responded to the attention, and
knowing what she wanted, he picked up the pace and the force.  She was
crying out, moaning, and it wasn't long before the tiny girl came for him.
   Moments after she was climbing off of his lap, Heather was taking her
place.  She had dropped her bikini bottoms as well.
   Harold didn't try to argue the point, he just lit into his daughter's
bare bottom, wrenching moans and cries out of her in a series of hard and
soft slaps that could be clearly heard across the house.
   "Not too hard, Mr.  Payne," Lynn said softly, now clinging to his side
and watching her best friend's ass get blistered.
   He worked at it, brazenly making his daughter come from his
ministrations, his fingers buried deep within her pussy, while Lynn took it
all in, giving advice now and then.
   "Harder now, Mr.  Payne, shove it in her harder," Lynn gasped while her
hands ran over his body.
   When Heather came, screaming, Lynn leaned over and slapped her ass hard,
leaving a bright white, then red hand-print.
   Heather finally slid off of his lap, gasping and moaning.  "Jesus Daddy!
That was hard."
   Lynn stretched out on his lap again, "Just a bit more, Mr.  Payne.  To
make sure I understand?" This time her suit bottoms were completely gone.
   Harold reached out and caressed her ass, squeezing her bare cheek.  With
an easy smack, he admitted that it was what he wanted, too.
   Heather slid behind him and then reached around and fished his hard cock
out of his shorts.  She stroked his cock while he spanked her best friend.
   "Oh God," Lynn moaned, looking back at what they were doing.  "That's so
hot."
   Harold spanked little Lynn firmly, but still spent half his time
fondling her privates, penetrating her with his fingers, working to wring
another orgasm out of her, the old fashioned way.  When he had three
fingers plunging into her deeply, he could feel her respond.
   Heather encouraged him shamelessly.  She whispered in his ear, while she
stroked his hard cock.  "Spank the little tramp, Daddy, spank her slutty
little butt.  Abuse her filthy little pussy, Daddy.  Do it.  Finger her
hard, just like that.  God look at the little slut squirm.  Spank her some
more, Daddy.  Spank her hard.  I want you to come on her.  Come on her for
me, Daddy.  Squirt your nasty hot cum all over her."
   His daughter's stroking hand and nasty words, the incredible view in
front of him, and the act of punishing the naughty Lynn pushed him over the
edge.  He shoved his finger's deep and hard into the friend, while his cock
finally unloaded, shooting a load of thick white cream all over Lynn's bare
back.
   "FUCK!" Lynn cried out, coming hard as his juices burned into her skin.
   * * *
   Heather looked over the videos she had.  It was all coming together. 
Mom was coming home any day.  Time was running out.
   If this latest didn't do it, she didn't know what would.  Well, maybe
there was one more thing she could do...
   * * *
   Janice had spent the morning in tears, and the afternoon in the hotel
spa, on the company's expense.
   It had been worse, far worse than she had expected.  She'd tried to back
out of it but Roger had been insistent, coaxing, threatening.  He told her
that her job was riding on this.  She could go along and be a hero, or back
out and pay the price.  He reminded her that her share of the bonus would
be over $60k if things went through.  She finally capitulated.
   The men had ridden her throughout the night.  The presidential suite was
gorgeous, but she didn't see much beyond the ceiling of the main bedroom.
The visitors took turns on her, while the men partied in the main room. 
After each had his turn, they started coming back, sometimes singly,
sometimes in pairs.  Dan and Roger would join them on occasion, as did
Jerry, the CFO.  She was fucked as least twice by everyone, although three
of the visitors really liked blow-jobs.  Hard, aggressive face-fucks would
be a better description.
   Janice could hear Melissa in the room next door doing her best to bare
her share of the burden.  Janice wondered how much she'd get out of this.
   At one point, while Roger was fucking her and Warren from Singapore was
shoving his dick down her throat, Roger complained that she was getting too
loose, turned her over and shoved his beast of a cock up her ass.  Even
though two of the visitors and Dan had already taken her there, taking on
Roger's thick pole was too much, and she cried as he plowed her painfully.
He just laughed, pulled her on top of him, and insisted Warren finish in
her pussy, which almost split her in two.
   When she awoke in the morning, she was a total mess, ached all over, and
was bleeding from her rear.  She had bite marks all over her breasts, and
her stomach was aching.  After throwing up in the bathroom and washing her
face, she felt marginally better.  When she finally made it out to the main
room she found a note from Jerry, telling her they had the signatures, and
commending her for a great job.
   She headed for the bath, and heard sobbing from the other bedroom.  She
opened the door and found Melissa in the bed, curled up around a pillow and
crying her heart out.  Janice could only hope she didn't look as bad as the
girl from accounting.
   * * *
   The spa service did a pretty good job of relaxing and restoring both of
the well used women.  It turned out Melissa was married too.  Her husband
also worked for the firm, but Roger was his boss, and he'd sent him to
France on travel.  It was a choice assignment that he leaped at, not
knowing he was leaving his young wife at the mercy of the callous Roger.
   They both agreed that the bonuses would be useful, but swore they'd
never get involved in anything like that project again.
   * * *
   "Harold, I'm coming home the day after tomorrow.  We'll have to talk. 
I've done some things here that I shouldn't have.  One thing lead to
another, and I've done some bad things, terrible things.  I'm sorry."
   "Just come home Janice.  Come home to me.  One quick spanking and all
will be forgiven," he teased her.
   "This might take more than one spanking," she confessed.
   "That's Ok.  We have time.  If I have to spank you every night for a
year, in the end you know all will be forgiven.  Come home to me."
   "Don't make promises yet.  It's bad."
   "I understand bad.  I spanked Lynn and Heather.  They were naked.  They
came on my hand over and over again, and I came in Heather's hand, all over
Lynn."
   "Oh Harold!  What's happening to us?"
   "Come home.  I need you.  I love you."
   "Day after tomorrow.  I love you too."
   * * *
   "Daddy!  Look!  I got into 'State!" Heather cried out waving the
admissions letter.
   "That's great, honey," Harold started, then lost his train of thought
when his hot little daughter leaped into his arms.
   He hugged her.  "Let's celebrate tonight.  Put on something nice, and
we'll go out to dinner."
   His daughter squealed and disappeared into her room, not to appear for
nearly an hour.
   Harold got in a quick call to Janice, leaving a message, when he
couldn't get hold of her.
   "Heather got accepted at State.  We're going out to dinner to celebrate.
I just wanted to let you know because we probably won't be back before you
call.  I miss you and I'm dying to see you tomorrow evening."
   When Heather came out, after her preparations, she was devastating.  His
little girl looked like quite the woman.  Too much so.
   The couple had a pleasant dinner, and when they got back, Heather begged
for permission to have some wine, which they shared.  With half the bottle
gone, Heather went to the back of the house.
   "Daddy?  Can you help me?" she yelled out.
   Harold went to her room.  "I wanted to change, so I wouldn't ruin this,
but I can't reach the zipper, can you help me?"
   Harold eased the zipper down, then let his hands stroke her shoulders.
   Heather stepped out of her dress, picked it up and hung it up.  She
stood before him in bra and panties.  "That feels so much better." She
stretched, then turned to her father.  "Daddy, don't you want to get
comfy?"
   Harold had already removed his coat and he loosened his tie in response
to her comment.
   "C'mon Daddy, loosen up." She took his tie off, then started working on
his shirt.  When she wasn't rebuffed, she turned to his pants.  With his
pants around his knees, she pushed him back on the bed, took off his shoes,
socks and pants, and looked down on him, laying there in his underwear.
   "I had a great time tonight, Daddy.  It was just like a real date.  It
was wonderful."
   "I had a great time too," Harold admitted, watching his daughter.
   "Daddy?"
   "Yes, darling?"
   She unsnapped her bra in the front and tossed it to the side.  She then
stepped out of her panties.  "I think you're about to have an even better
time."
   "Oh, really?" Harold answered with a laugh.
   She grabbed his underwear and tugged them down his body, leaving him
completely naked, with his hard-on standing tall.  "Yes, REALLY."
   She climbed on the bed and went immediately for his hard cock.  "God,
you are so BIG Daddy, how does Mommy ever manage to take it all?  I can't
believe that would fit inside of somebody.  It would tear me open."
   "Oh, I think you'd find a way to accommodate it," Harold told her.
   "Daddy, I'm going to suck you now, Ok?  I've never done this before, so
you'll have to tell me what to do.  You'll teach me, won't you." Heather
asked, her face inches from his swollen cock head, her eyes looking up into
his.
   "Heather, dear child, are you sure you want to do this?"
   "I've never wanted anything more.  Don't send me off to college a
complete sexual idiot."
   "Baby, I'd love to be your teacher in this."
   As her mouth closed over his cock, Harold couldn't help but reflect -
what a difference a summer could make.
   Heather gave it her best, licking and sucking under her father's
direction.  She practiced stroking and kissing, sucking him deeply, and
using her tongue on him while in her mouth.  Getting the swing of it, she
turned to make sure the camera had the best view possible, and bobbed her
head up and down on his mighty staff, stroking in time.  Her father's hands
wandered blithely over her teen body, and as he reached his finish, his
fingers worked her insides.
   "Angel, I'm going to come," Harold gasped.
   Heather came up for a breath, "In my mouth," then went at him even more
aggressively, staring into the camera attached to the top of her monitor.
   He exploded, grunting, holding her head, while he filled her mouth.
   Heather took it gamely, getting off on getting her father off.  God, the
power was mind-boggling.  She swallowed repeatedly, sucking her father dry.
   Afterwards, she relaxed in his arms, her lovely young body pressed
against his.  She thanked him for all he'd done for her, and apologized for
her behavior the last few years.  Then she decided to show him her
appreciation and lovingly explored his body, while he did much of the same.
   The second lesson in blow jobs was even better than the first.
   * * *
   Heather stayed up late, editing the video, working on it until it was
just what she was looking for.  It was nearly 2:00 am when she finally
finished her masterpiece.  Boy was Mom going to be surprised!
   * * *
   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."
   Lynn stopped in her tracks.  "It was only fifteen minutes.  Really,
we're sorry."
   Heather chimed in, "And we were late getting out, so it really shouldn't
count."
   "And we stayed within our budget," Lynn continued the argument.
   Harold had been quiet up to that point.  "Heather, you understand the
consequences here don't you?"
   "Yes sir."
   He stood up and went to her, took her by the hand and guided her to
Jeff. "I think she needs a good spanking." He turned to Heather, "Take off
those pants, and take your punishment."
   Heather turned bright red.  It was one thing to tease her father, but to
get spanked, by Mr.  Klein, in front of her father?  She hesitated a moment
too long.
   "Young lady, it's just going to get worse for you if you don't do as
you're told." Harold warned her.
   Heather unbuttoned her pants and lowered them, exposing her small white
thong.  She stood in front of Jeff, and when he patted his lap she bent
over his knee.
   Harold, in the meantime, sat back on the couch.
   Jeff was patting Heather's bottom, almost unable to believe the
situation he was in.  "Lynn?  Do you think Heather is the only one who
should be punished?" He completed his statement with a nice stinger on
Heather's near cheek, getting her to cry out.
   "No, Daddy." She walked over to the couch and lowered her pants.  She
stood there in her panties, building up the courage to have Heather's
father spank her in front of her own father.
   "Lynn, what are the rules we have about spankings?" Jeff asked, his hand
massaging Heather's firm ass cheek before snapping off another sharp blow.
   "No panties." Lynn said softly, then removed hers before stretching out
across Harold's lap.
   Harold couldn't believe how excited he was over the opportunity to spank
this cute little teen, while watching his own daughter get her rear worked
over.
   "Heather, do you think it's fair that you should have panties, when Lynn
doesn't?" Harold asked, starting a series of gentle little smacks on the
bare cheeks before him.
   Heather moaned, "No Daddy." Then she reached back and lowered her own
panties, bringing her legs together and pushing them down as far as she
could reach.
   "Let me help you with that, dear," Jeff told her, leaning down and
pulling her panties the rest of the way off.  While he was leaning over, he
pressed his lips against her sweet, full bottom.
   The men went to work, slowly working over the two girls' butts.  It was
distracting for both of them, to see their own little girls, just a few
feet away, getting spanked and fondled, while they did the same to the
girls on their laps.
   "Jeff, you're little girl is awfully wet," Harold announced.  "I think
she's enjoying this more than she should be."
   "I know just what you mean.  Heather here is absolutely dripping."
   The girls didn't know all that was going on, but the men had a solid
plan.  The spankings continued, but the groping and fondling were much more
open.  Jeff turned his chair a bit, so that Harold had a clear view between
his daughter's legs, while he used two fingers on her, pumping her
steadily.
   Harold stopped his own actions for a moment, and had Lynn turn around on
the couch so her own ass was now facing her father.  Harold pushed her legs
lewdly apart, and quickly crammed two fingers up the teenagers twat so her
father could see.
   The men alternated the spankings and fondling doing their best to get
the girls off.  Heather was the first to lose it.
   "Oh God, right there, Mr.  Klein, right there," she moaned, before she
cried out, coming on his fingers.
   "I think it's Ok if you call me Jeff, Heather, since we're going to be
getting to know each other so well." He caressed her ass, then continued
with the gentle spanking of her crimson butt cheeks.
   "Spank me hard, Mr.  Payne," Lynn hissed, squirming in his lap.
   "Call me Harold, child," he said, following her directions and applying
himself more diligently to her spanking.
   "Harder, Harold, please," she moaned.
   Harold smacked her harder, rotating through his targets, one cheek then
the other, then right on her pussy.  It only took a few more smacks before
she cried out for him.  He stuffed her full with his fingers, while she
shook in the throes of her orgasm.
   "That was beautiful, Harry," Jeff told him, his fingers slowly sliding
in and out of the Heather's tight pussy.
   When Lynn finally relaxed, Harold sat her up in his lap.  He held her
close and whispered, "Take off your top and go to your father."
   Lynn brazenly kissed him, sliding her tongue in his mouth, while her
hand reached down and pressed against his hard-on.  Then she got up and
stood beside her father removing her top.  She hesitated just a moment
before removing her bra and socks as well, standing completely naked.
   Jeff pulled his fingers out of Heather, and pulled her into his lap.  He
turned her face to his and kissed her.  "Go to your father, sweet girl."
   Heather was breathing hard, when she stood.  She saw Lynn standing there
naked and imitated her friend, undressing completely.  She watched Lynn
hesitantly stretch out across her father's lap.
   Heather's ass was burning, and she was hoping that their punishment was
almost over.  She laid across her father's lap, feeling his hard-on press
against her.
   Harold just caressed his daughter's poor abused bottom, then gently
fingered her, his other hand caressing her back.  "You've been a bad girl
lately, haven't you?"
   "Yes, Daddy," she moaned, responding to his touch.
   "Turn over."
   She did as she was told, and rolled over.  Her father put a pillow under
her butt, and scooted over a bit so her back was across his lap.  His hands
slowly wandered over her body, exploring her.  Heather closed her eyes
enjoying the feeling.  When she felt the sharp smack against the side of
her tit, she cried out.
   "Your spanking isn't done yet, pumpkin," Harold warned her.
   He interspersed his caresses with a series of smacks to her tits, her
inner thighs and to her bare pussy.  They were stinging and Heather cried,
"Please, Daddy, I'll be good, I promise.  Please Daddy!"
   Harold squeezed her firm young tits, tweaking her nipples, while his
other hand plumbed her depths.  A series of sharp swats to her bare mound
following by some hard rubbing had his baby girl coming for him.  When she
had finally finished he sat her up, and kissed her deeply.  She reached for
his cock and held it, feeling it pulse in her hand.
   "Your punishment is almost over, baby.  Now you need to go back to Jeff,
and thank him properly for punishing you.  You'll probably need to help him
take his pants off to do it."
   "Oh, Daddy, do I have to?" She asked.  "Can't I thank you?"
   "Maybe later, but for now, go to him.  Understand?"
   "Yes, Daddy."
   Harold looked up to see Lynn was already coming to him, while Jeff
looked at his daughter with unabated lust.
   "Mr.  Payne, could you stand for me, please?" Lynn asked softly.
   "Of course," he answered, standing quickly.
   Lynn reached out and undid his pants, lowering them to the floor, then
followed that with pulling his boxers down as well.  "Sit for me," she
said, then dropped to her knees and removed Harold's shoes, pants and
underwear.
   Harold looked over to see that Heather had taken a different tact, and
had Jeff raise his hips so she could pull his pants and underwear off from
her knees as well.
   Looking away had him missing out on watching Lynn slide in close and
bring her face next to his hard-on.  She leaned forward and licked him. 
"Thank you for punishing me.  I know you're trying to make me a better
girl." She couldn't say anymore with her mouth surrounding his cock head.
   Heather, on the other hand, was stroking Jeff's cock with her hands,
looking up at him.  "Thanks Jeff, I hope you don't mind if I help you with
this."
   "Not at all, darling.  Not at all."
   Harold had been hard for so long he knew he wouldn't last long with this
beautiful young brunette's mouth sliding up and down his hard cock.  He
reached out and brushed her hair back, watching her.  She looked up at him
and smiled, taking his cock out and making love to the swollen head with
her mouth.
   "Gee, your awfully big, Mr.  Payne.  I'd be afraid to put this big thing
inside of me."
   "Don't worry, dear.  I think somehow you'll manage it just fine.  And
even come to enjoy it.  And when we're as intimate as this, it's perfectly
fine to call me Harold."
   She couldn't believe what he'd said.  Was he going to actually fuck her
as well?  She shivered as she went back to sucking him strongly, using her
hands just as her father had taught her.
   Heather was licking Jeff cock like a lollipop.  "Tell me what you'd like
me to do, Jeff."
   "Suck me, please," he gasped, reaching for her.
   She smiled to hear the need in his voice and took his cock in as deep as
she could.  After only a few strokes he came for her, filling her mouth. 
She swallowed the slimy offering, and sucked him dry, until he eased her
off his rod, asking her to be gentle.  She looked over saw that Lynn was
still working on her father.  She peered up at Jeff, "I'll be right back. I
promise."
   She scooted over next to her best friend and watched Lynn suck her
father.  "Fill her mouth Daddy, like Jeff filled mine.  Shoot in her wicked
little mouth." She reached out and pulled back Lynn's long hair so that
everybody could see the teenager working so hard for her reward.
   Harold groaned to hear his daughter begging him to come in her friend's
sweet mouth.  He exploded with a grunt, and thrust his hips upward,
shooting stream after stream across the teen's willing tongue.
   Lynn took her time finishing him, slowing to swallow the load in her
mouth.  Then she turned to Heather and smiled.  She opened her mouth,
showing it empty.
   Heather laughed.  "God, you're such a little slut, Lynn!"
   "Look who's talking!  Like you haven't already done the same."
   Heather went back to Jeff and sat in his lap.  "Is my punishment over,
Jeff?"
   "Do you want it to be?" He asked, his hands wandering over her tender
young body.
   "No more spanking, right?" She asked, "My ass really does hurt."
   "No more spanking."
   "Then you can punish me more if you'd like," she said softly.
   "Sit where I'm seated," he told her, sliding her off of his lap, and
offering her the chair.
   Heather did as she was told, feeling the warmth of where he'd been
sitting.  Jeff, got to his knees, and spread her legs wide.  "I'm going to
give you a taste of what you did for me.  Then he leaned in and tasted her,
allowing his tongue to run the full length of her slit.  She moaned
deliciously, and he set about showing her all he'd learned in 20+ years of
eating pussy.
   Lynn was perched in Harold's lap, and they were making out like
teenagers.  Coming up for air, Lynn looked over and saw what her father was
doing.  "Oh, God, that looks so wild."
   "Would you like some of the same?" Harold asked.
   "Would you do that for me?" she asked softly, almost shyly.
   "I'd love to." He eased her off of his lap and laid her back on the
couch, legs open.  He stretched out between her legs, and teased her all
around her tight little hole, kissing and licking, tugging at her lips,
before finally settling in to do his best to get her to come on his tongue.
   Heather screamed out as she came for Jeff, pulling his head against her,
coming in waves.  Jeff didn't let up, riding through the first orgasm,
teaching the teenager the meaning of multiple orgasms.
   Lynn wasn't far behind, coming hard with Harold's mouth attached to her
sensitive clit while his fingers thrust up inside of her roughly, pounding
away at her.  After coming for what seemed an eternity, she groaned and
pushed him away from her tenderized clit.
   Looking up she saw him crawl over her, his cock hard once more, opening
her legs wide.  She watched him take his staff in his hand and place the
head at her virginal opening.
   "Are you ready to become a woman?" Harold asked tenderly.
   "Be gentle, please.  It's so big," she said nervously.
   Harold eased the head in, giving her time to get used to the girth, then
he pushed slowly, burying himself inside of her.  She moaned continuously
as he filled her tight pussy.
   "Oh, God, stop, it's too much," she finally gasped.
   With one last nudge, he bottomed out.  "You have it all, dear child. 
All of it."
   "Hold me?" she said softly.
   He leaned down and held her, bringing his lips to hers and kissing her
deeply.  As she slowly responded he eased back and slowly started fucking
her incredible tightness.  She groaned each time he pushed more than
halfway in.
   Lynn finally drew her lips away and looked over at her father.  "Look at
me Daddy, I'm a woman."
   Jeff was laying on the floor on his back, watching the amazing young
teen he'd been punishing straddle his hips.  She reached down and guided
his hard cock between her lips and slowly sank down onto him.  He moaned
loudly.
   When his daughter spoke her words, Jeff looked over to see her
responding to the fucking she was getting.  "You're beautiful, Lynn baby.
Just beautiful."
   Harold looked over and saw his daughter, just a couple of feet away,
losing her virginity in his presence.  He watched her as he started fucking
the skinny little brunette harder, using his full length on her.
   Lynn let out a sigh, "Jesus, that feels good."
   Harold smiled, returning his attention to the young sexpot he was
fucking.  "Yes it does." He grabbed her legs and pulled them back, opening
her up even wider.  He raised up and pounded her for all he was worth, then
reached down and rubbed her clit.  She screamed out and came on his cock,
and within a dozen more strokes he was filling her young pussy with his
searing cum.
   Heather was bouncing up and down on Jeff's hard staff, like a girl on a
mission.  She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, and thrust
back against him over and over again, taking his full length.  Jeff pulled
her down to his chest and grabbed her tender, abused ass cheeks, and lifted
her up, thrusting up into her mightily, his hips almost a blur as he fucked
her with a fierce need.  She was crying out for him, begging him to fuck
her, fuck her hard, and when he changed his motion to a series of long hard
thrusts, her entire body shook while she came on his cock.  Satisfied that
he wouldn't leave her hanging, he lifted her hips up again and found an
angle and motion that gave him the most incredible feeling.  His hands
grasped her ass cheeks hard, dragging a moan from her, as he finally
achieved his goal and sprayed her insides, holding her tight against him.
Gasping, he let go of her, and leaned back, spent.
   The girls excused themselves to the bathroom as the men got dressed.
   "Think they've learned their lesson?" Harold asked.
   "I hope not.  The deal still on?"
   "Absolutely.  Whenever she gets too out of hand, I'll send Heather to
you for her 'extended' punishment." Harold said.
   "Exactly.  Lynn will still get her regular spankings, but I'll send her
to you for her weekly attitude adjustment." Jeff agreed.  "If you want, we
can always give them a dual punishment at my place during the day, when the
wife's away."
   "Not to interfere, but if I were you, I'd try to work out something with
your wife.  Come clean on the spankings at least.  If you can."
   "I'll think about it.  I'm not sure our marriage is up to it.  But I see
what you're saying." He hesitated.  "You see, it's only a month or so more
until she's gone you know.  Then I won't have to hide anything."
   "Except holidays and summer break.  For the next four to six years."
Harold reminded him.  "Hell, she's only two hours away.  Throw in weekends
too."
   "There is that."
   * * *
   "Oh my God.  That changes plans, don't you think?  No use in surprising
Dad with our videos now." Lynn said.
   "Some.  I still think Mom is in for quite a surprise." Heather told her
friend.
   "Why?  Is this so bad?  Why do you want to mess it up?" Lynn asked.
   "I don't know.  Teach him a lesson I guess.  I'm still a little pissed
he took everything away."
   "Think it over.  I wouldn't do it if I were you.  We've got a good
thing. I mean, I NEVER felt anything like that before.  Jeez, you're old
man is hot."
   Heather laughed.  "I know what you mean, I could spend an entire
afternoon with your Dad between my legs, tongue and cock.  That was pretty
intense.  We're not going to be the most ignorant girls on campus after
all."
   "Think about it, please.  As for me, I think I'm going to go home and be
naughty.  See if I can't get the old man to do me, too."
   "Good luck with that.  They had this planned.  I guess they just felt
that fucking their own daughters was a little too much." Heather reminded
her.
   "Not too much for me.  I'll get him to give in."
   "I bet you will."
   * * *
   Heather was busy setting the table, vacuuming the floor, and getting
everything ready for her Mom's return.  She'd even made a big banner that
said "Welcome Home Mom" and "We Missed You." On the dining room table
they'd set out fresh flowers and had her school acceptance letter and
Harold's job offer letter setting on her plate.
   Dad was working in the kitchen, pulling together her favorites for
dinner, including a standing rib roast and asparagus.  The bathroom had
been converted into a huge candle lit homage to decadent bathing, with
perfumes, bath oils, and over-sized towels and robes.
   They were still finishing the last touches, when Heather saw the airport
taxi was parked outside.  "She's here!" she shouted across the house.
   Harold headed to the door, and hurried down the sidewalk his wife was
trundling up, laden down with bags.  When she saw him, she let go of
everything and ran into his arms, hugging him desperately, clinging to him.
   Heather was surprised.  She always got the first hug!  She always came
first with Mom.
   Not today.  Janice just held her husband tightly.  "Never again," she
murmured.
   "I've missed you so badly," Harold told her, stroking her hair, leaning
down and kissing her neck.
   "Me too," Janice said.
   "Hey, what about me?  Old first born only child!" Heather reminded her
parents from just inches away.  She was surprised once more when instead of
getting a hug from Mom, her parents opened their arms and pulled her into
their hug, both of them showering her with kisses.  It was nice.
   Harold took the bags and followed his wife and daughter as they headed
into the house, hand-in-hand.  If the smile on his face was any larger,
he'd give the Joker a run for his money.
   Janice stopped just in the doorway.  "Oh, it's too much.  Please, I
don't deserve this."
   "Of course you do Mom!  We missed you." Heather reminded her.
   Harold stepped up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.  "You deserve
this and more, much more."
   Janice started crying and pulled away, running to the bedroom and
shutting the door loudly behind her.
   "What's wrong with Mom?" Heather asked.
   "She had a very hard time in New York," Harold explained, "and she's
feeling down on herself.  I think she's also just overwhelmed by the change
in her wonderful daughter.  What kind of reception would she have gotten 6
months ago?  Maybe you'd peel yourself away from the TV long enough to say
hi?"
   "Very funny, Dad."
   Harold knew it wasn't funny at all.  "Go start her bath, while we finish
getting dinner ready, would you, pumpkin?"
   Heather knocked on the bedroom door, and let herself in.  She made a
beeline for the bathroom, starting up the tub, and lighting the candles.
   "You're supposed to take a bath before dinner, to relax after that long
ride," Heather told her mother.  She brought out a glass of wine.  "This
might help a little too."
   Janice took the cup and put it to the side.  "Come here and give your
old Mom a big hug."
   Heather flew into her arms, hugging her tight, and feeling tears in her
own eyes.  "You were gone so long, Mom."
   "Never again, baby.  I'm sorry I left you two alone like that," Janice
said softly.
   "It wasn't so bad.  We kind of worked things out, you know?"
   "Whatever you did, it was wonderful.  I kind of expected to come home to
World War III, not this haven."
   "Take your bath, Mom, we can talk about it later," Heather said,
wondering if maybe now was the time to spring her surprise videos on her
Mom, putting Dad in his place.
   While Janice undressed, and soaking in the luxuriating bath, Heather
took her DVD of the monthly shenanigans and loaded it in the bedroom
player. She barely had it set up before her father showed up with Janice's
bags.  He laid them out on the bed, and opened them.
   "These look like they're mostly clean.  I guess the hotel laundry took
care of it.  Why don't you be a dear and put these away." Harold said.  He
approached her and took her in her arms, "I've missed your Mom immensely
you know, but I wouldn't have traded the last few weeks for anything in the
world."
   Heather laughed, "I bet you wouldn't, you old horn-dog."
   Harold laughed with her, "Look who's talking!  But that's not what I'm
talking about.  When did we ever talk?  When did we ever just sit and watch
TV together, or go out.  Our date night was one of the best moments of my
life, even before we got home and got comfy.  I love you, pumpkin."
   "I love you too, Daddy," Heather answered pulling him down for a warm
kiss.
   Harold left her to her task, and hustled back to the kitchen.  It was
such a pain to bring all the elements of a dinner together.  He was taking
the drippings and make a gravy, waiting for his girls to come out.
   Heather was putting away the clothes, and three separate times she
walked toward the TV to pull out the DVD and forget everything.  Three
times.  But in the end, she couldn't.  She'd just put too much effort into
it.  With most of the stuff tucked away, Janice entered the bedroom,
wrapped in a huge fluffy robe.
   "God, I needed that," she sighed.  She looked around, "What are you up
to?  Putting my stuff away?"
   "Just hanging up the clean stuff.  Now that you're home, I think I'll
let you deal with the dirty laundry again," Heather giggled.  Then she got
sober.  "Mom, why don't you sit down, I want to show you something." She
guided her mother over to the end of the bed, and sat her facing the TV. 
She picked up the remote and pressed play.
   The picture started with a naked Heather from the back walking over to
lay down on her father's lap.  It was obvious they were in her bedroom. 
Her ass remained facing the camera.  There was no sound, but you could see
her reaction as Harold spanked her ass, first firmly, then more
caressingly, and finally playing with her pussy.
   After an eternity of fondling, she rolled over in his lap, and you could
see her hand grasp his cock through his shorts.  Harold continued playing
with his daughter, massaging her tits, and fingering her.  Janice couldn't
believe how intense it was to watch her husband man-handle their baby, even
knowing all about it.
   Just before Heather slid off of his lap in the video, and started
jacking him off, she started a quick commentary.  "He was crazy Mom!  He
was spanking me like every day.  It was bad enough when I was wearing
underwear or a bathing suit, but then he wanted me to take my pants off,
and here he wanted me naked."
   She gasped, watching herself get her father off.  "The spanking hurt,
and the groping was bad enough, but he started on my friends too."
   The camera switched to Lynn stretching out on his lap and Harold
spanking her before he started fingering and fondling her as well.  When
the girls switched places, Janice reached for the remote and turned it off.
   "We'll talk about this later," Janice said softly.  "For now, let's just
have dinner."
   Heather had expected more.  Yelling maybe, or screaming.  Not this
quietness.  The quiet calmness had her scared.  Maybe she'd gone too far.
   The subject was never raised over dinner.  They talked about college,
and getting everything ready, finding out who else from school was going
there, and making rules about cars, insurance, grades and an allowance. 
She even agreed to come home every other weekend to start with.  The fact
that they would only give her an allowance in person contributed to that
agreement.
   They also discussed her father's new job, which would start in only
three days.  He was excited and told them what he expected to be doing, and
getting advice on a new wardrobe, since his old one wouldn't do.  They
talked about the congressman's views, and where he was going.  Unlike most
politicians, he was a retired doctor, not a lawyer, and that pulled a lot
of weight in the current climate of health concerns.
   Janice tried to avoid most of the discussion about her work in New York.
She did give them an overview of what they were trying to do, and told them
they'd won the business they'd been working on.  She even revealed she had
an offer to move to the New York office.  Which she refused flatly.
   Harold and Heather cleared the table, and shooed Janice away when she
tried to help with the dishes.  She finally insisted, and the kitchen was
full of jostling bodies as they quickly cleaned up after themselves.
   "I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it with my own eyes,"
Janice finally declared.
   "What?" Harold asked.
   "The difference in this place.  It's a home, not a house.  And we're a
family, not 3 stranger's sharing a roof." She took Heather in her arms and
cried over her.  "I'm so happy with you," she sobbed, "that's what makes
this so hard."
   "Makes what hard, Mom?" Heather asked, but secretly delighted.  She
suspected it was time for the proverbial shit to hit the fan.
   "Let's go into the living room." Janice said softly, tugging her
daughter along by the hand.
   Harold was thoroughly bewildered.  He sat in his recliner, while the
girls sat side by side on the couch.
   "Do you know what your daughter did, while you were finishing getting
dinner ready?" Janice asked.
   "Put away your clothing, I hope.  I had asked her to." Harold replied.
   "Yes, she did that as well.  But she also showed me a video of you
spanking her, and taking some liberties with her as well.  She even had a
video of you taking turns spanking both her and her friend Lynn, with both
of them naked."
   Heather's heart was in her throat as she saw the look of disappointment
on her father's face.  "I had to tell her, Dad!" she finally cried out.
   Janice turned to her baby, and took her hands in her own.  "Darling, do
you think there is anything your father does that he doesn't share with
me?"
   Heather just looked at her stunned.  She turned to look at her father
who was shaking his head, then back to her mother."
   "But Mom!  He touched me down there.  He fingered me.  He made me come!"
   "Dear girl.  If I thought it would bring around the change in you I've
seen for myself, and heard about from both your Father, and friends, I
would have stripped you naked myself and held you down while he fucked your
ass raw.  You know that don't you?  That's how much I love you and want the
best for you."
   Heather just slumped in her chair, devastated.  Her plan.  Her wonderful
plan.  Ruined.
   "Now Heather, if I were you, I'd go to your father and apologize for
trying to stir things up around here.  If I were you, I'd beg him to punish
me.  Because if he won't I certainly will.  There won't be ANY pleasure in
it for you if I have to whip you.  And I'll tell you now, I won't be using
my hand.  You won't sit for a week if I have to do it." Janice squeezed her
girls hands painfully tight, letting her feel her strength.
   Heather stumbled off the couch and dropped to her knees before her
father.  "Daddy, I'm sorry.  I am.  I knew I shouldn't do it, and I tried
to stop myself, but I put so much effort into it, I just had to follow
through.  Lynn warned me not to do it, and tried to stop me, so don't blame
her.  It was all me, and I'm sorry." She pressed her face against his legs
and started crying like a little girl.  "I don't know why I did it.  I
would never do it now, I swear.  I love you, Daddy."
   "And I love you, Heather.  More than almost anything in the world."
   "Please punish me Daddy.  Punish me and put this behind us."
   Harold nodded to his daughter, who quickly stood up and removed the
dress she'd worn for the evening, and dropped her panties as well.  Janice
beckoned Harold to her side, and when Heather climbed in their laps for her
well deserved punishment, her chest and shoulders were in her mother's lap,
while her poor butt, still sore from the earlier treatment, was lying
across her father's knee.
   Janice looked down at her daughter's bottom, and reached out and stroked
her.  "Poor baby looks like she's already been punished recently."
   "Very much so, just this afternoon.  She was trying to play Jeff, Lynn's
father and I against each other.  She had a video for him just like ours.
Jeff and I thought it was time to teach both these little devil's a thing
or two.  I'll tell you all about it later."
   His hand came down like thunder across his daughter's tender butt, and
she screamed out.  He walloped her for at least a dozen very hard swats,
before he let up.  She was crying hard, begging him to stop.  Janice felt
horrible, and wanted to tell him to stop, but she suspected he knew what he
was doing.
   Finally she had to speak up.  "Don't go too hard on her dear, please."
   Harold turned to Janice with a hard look on his face.  "Are you going to
interfere with how I punish my daughter?  Again?"
   "Never," Janice answered quickly, taken aback by his angry tone, "It
just breaks my heart, to see her hurt."
   "It hurts me as much," he said, and she saw the tears in his eyes.  "I
should have done it years ago.  I was such a coward, I should have stood up
to you, and given her what she needed." He had stopped, and he lifted his
hand up and wipe his eyes.  Then he leaned over and his hand crashed down
on his daughter's bright red ass cheeks, causing her to jump and scream
out.
   "Please, Daddy!"
   Janice wanted to fight him.  Pull her daughter away and protect her. 
Instead she held her little girl firmly.  "I'm sorry I said anything. 
You're right.  Go ahead."
   Harold lifted his hand high, and Heather begged and squirmed, while
Janice held her only child and whispered to her.  His hand came down hard.
They both cried out.
   Then his hand was resting on her ass, caressing her bruised and swollen
ass.  He eased his hand between her legs and started patting her pussy,
tapping away at her clit, rubbing her, and feeling her squirm beneath him.
   Janice caught her breath and watched her husband distract his little
girl from her blazing buns, and slowly climb her way to an incredible
orgasm.  When she cried out, with Harold's fingers driving in and out of
her, Janice reached down and caressed those poor abused cheeks.
   Harold choked up a little, "Please, baby.  Don't ever try to break up
this family again."
   Heather rolled over and climbed into her father's lap, hugging him, then
kissing him.  "I'm sorry Daddy, I'm so sorry.  I didn't think about how bad
it could be.  I just wanted my way.  Please, please forgive me."
   He kissed her back.  "You know the rule.  The punishment is passed, and
the act is forgiven.  Now thank your Mother, for all she does for you, and
how much she's tried to do for you all these years."
   Heather scooted over to her mother's lap and hugged her tightly. 
"Thanks Mom, for everything.  For trying to protect me just now.  I'm
sorry." Janice was shocked when her baby girl leaned forward and kissed her
firmly on the lips, even more so when her child's tongue pushed past her
lips and brushed against her teeth."
   Heather gingerly got up, hold her ass in her hands.  "God, Dad, that was
the worst ever.  Please don't ever do it that hard again.  Jeez, I won't be
able to sit for days."
   Harold just shook his head.  "That was the worst thing you ever did,
little girl.  I pray to God I never have to give you a beating like that
again.  It fucking broke my heart.  I couldn't stand it.  Next time I'll
have your mother do it."
   Heather looked down and saw her father wasn't hard.  It was the first
time she hadn't left him hard.  She knew she'd gone too far.  She dropped
back to her knees and reached for his pants, rubbing him, blatantly right
in front of her mother.
   Janice looked shocked, even knowing all that had been going on.
   Heather spoke up, "I'm so, so sorry, Daddy.  I don't ever want to leave
you soft after a spanking." She took her bra off and climbed into her
father's lap, straddling him, kissing him desperately.  "Tell me you still
love me, Daddy," she gasped, grinding her hips against his.  She lifted her
breasts to his face, something she'd never done, and guided her nipple to
his mouth.  "Please, tell me I didn't ruin everything.  Tell me you don't
hate me." She was crying now, hugging her father's face to her chest.
   Janice reached over and caressed her daughter's poor red cheeks.
   "Please Daddy!"
   Harold pulled her away by her shoulders.  And smiled.  "Don't ever ask a
man to say anything with your wonderful titties in his face.  A nipple like
yours is the best gag there is." He leaned over and gave her tit a quick
suckle.
   "I love you, pumpkin.  Nothing you can do will ever change that.  I may
be disappointed in you, or angry with you, or even tired of you.  But I
will always, always love you."
   His ornery daughter, chuckled and gave him another big kiss.  "Will you
take off your pants for me?" she asked softly, whispering in his ear.
   Janice intervened.  "I may not interfere with his punishing you, young
woman.  But now that I'm back home the only one getting your old-man's
rocks off will be yours truly, thank-you-very-much."
   Heather leaned over, still pressing her bare crotch against her father's
new and very hard erection.  She pressed her lips against her mother's and
kissed her deeply, relentlessly, until Janice relented and returned the
ardor.  She lowered her hand to her mother's chest and rubbed her breast,
tweaking her nipple, drawing a gasp from her mom.  Harold's mouth had
returned to Heather's nipple and was driving her crazy, almost as much as
what his hands were doing below her waist, with two fingers sliding in and
out of her pussy, while another devilish digit was buried in her back door.
   When she came for her father again, she pulled her lips from her
mother's and gasped, squeezing her Mom's tit hard.  "Oh, God, that's good,"
she moaned.  Then she looked her mother in the eye.  "Maybe some day I
could help you, you know, with Dad.  There's so much I want to know, and
you could teach me, Mom."
   Janice's pulse was racing.  She looked at her husband.  "You poor man. I
left you alone with this?" She grabbed her daughter's face between her
hands and kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into her mouth, biting her
lip.  "I'll think about it.  Now be a good girl and leave your father and I
alone, we have a lot to talk about."
   Heather retreated to her bathroom for a long hot bath, and afterwards
headed to her parents room to say goodnight.  Opening the door, she was
shocked to see her naked mother stretched across her father's lap, getting
her ass blistered.  He was holding nothing back, and she was sobbing,
crying hard.
   "I swear, never again, please Harold, please!" she gasped, squirming and
twisting away from the endless rain of blows.
   "Never again is right," he growled, suddenly shoving several fingers up
inside of her, and twisting them roughly.
   "I swear it.  I'll be nobody's slut but yours, yours only.  Whatever you
want, however you want," she gasped, "just for you."
   Heather closed the door and quietly backed away from the room.  She
returned to her own room and laid down on her stomach, listening carefully
to the cries and gasps from the room next door.  Her ass still burned like
lava, but she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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