26 comments/ 216902 views/ 65 favorites Bad Heather By: Tx Tall Tales =================== Heather has been bad, very bad. Can she turn over a new leaf? This story was written as an entry for the Summer Lovin' Contest. All characters in the story are at least 18 years old. =================== "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 job 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 obey your father, 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 gotten the contracting job in Manhattan for the entire month of July, 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. 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, that was the end of car privileges for the summer. Of course, if her stupid friends hadn't pushed the patio table 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 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 5'4" tall, and weighed exactly 108 lbs that very morning. She had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a body most women would kill for. Jaw dropping 34D breasts, a 22 inch waist, and 32 inch hips turned heads wherever she went. Which was nowhere for the moment. 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 21 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. He'd gotten a decent severance package on top of that, 2 weeks pay per year of service, and had immediately applied for unemployment. 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, and people had always told him he was a convincing speaker. 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 5'6" he was average in height, but his running and yoga kept him lean, and his vegetarian diet kept him healthy. Harold smiled at his reflection. His wife, Janice, had nothing to complain about. 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, everyday checking on his job hunt progress. 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 hellion of a daughter. Decisions, decisions. * * * "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 carefully unlocked the door, and 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. But she was a bad girl, after all. * * * 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 keychain and quickly unlocked his door. When he'd installed the new lock on his office several months 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 online 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 the 3-finger salute 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. 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, 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 without complaint, and was able to converse without obvious condescension. She'd also started taking care of herself again; cleaning up each morning, and wearing nice 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 her nightly call. Janice's suggestion had been to give he room and show a little appreciation. He thought he'd give it a try. Over lunch, which they'd eaten together for the first time he could remember, Heather confessed. "I'm sorry, Daddy. 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. 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. Thank you." 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, she maintained the good girl routine, and after dinner, Harold thought she deserved a reward. 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 let me know." "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 now. He shut things down before 10:00pm, 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. 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 oversized t-shirt, light pink with a big eyed puppy on the front. She had big pink slippers on, as well. Damn she was cute. "I've got a confession. I told you I'd applied to some schools, but I haven't. I'm afraid it's probably too late. I shouldn't have lied about it." Harold took a deep breath. He had suspected as much. "I'm disappointed in you." "I know. And I thought I might have Lynn over tomorrow to help me fill out some applications. She's already done all hers, and is going to 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 told her. 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 right 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 ass, 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, I'm sorry I was bad." 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 panty clad butt. She reached back with her loose hand to cover her bottom, but Harold leaned across, catching her wrist in his hand, and kept her exposed. "Two more, Princess. I hate to do it but you have to learn," he lied. He spanked her softer, landing on her bare panty, the angle of his blow exposing her rear even more. He gave her the last smack. It was almost a pat, rubbing her, and he let his hand linger longer than he should, giving her ass a little squeeze as he finished. "That's it." She slowly got up and to his surprise sat in his lap, apparently unaware of his hardness. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear-stained. "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. "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. * * * 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 there sweet young asses, barely encased in their bikinis, quivering with each blow. In his dreams they fought over who would be spanked first. Of course he'd noticed how attractive they both were in the past, but never before did he have thoughts like these. "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 whined. "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, 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. "Sometimes he wants to use more than his hand." "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." Bad Heather Revisited Ch. 01 =================== Heather has been bad, very bad. Can she turn over a new leaf? This story is a rewrite of one written for the Summer Contest, with a very different twist and ending. What would happen if Heather's plans fall asunder? You may notice, it's a lot longer, with the time pressure of competition out of the way. All characters in the story are at least 18 years old. =================== "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. Bad Heather Revisited Ch. 01 "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. Bad Heather Revisited Ch. 01 "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." Bad Heather Revisited Ch. 01 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." =============== Hope you enjoyed the rewrite! Bad Heather Revisited Ch. 02 =================== Heather has been bad, and she's being punished. So is her friend. But the punishment isn't so bad and she has a plan. Can she outsmart her parents? All characters in the story are at least 18 years old. =================== 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." Bad Heather Revisited Ch. 02 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." Bad Heather Revisited Ch. 02 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. Bad Heather Revisited Ch. 02 "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. =================== Hope you enjoyed the rewrite! Bad Heather "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?" "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 coverup, which was almost covering her head as she bent over. Her bikini was stretched tight across her tail, exposing those succulent 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 coverup, 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 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 coverup 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 out and placed his 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, 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, where her legs started. 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. * * * "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 haven't 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 bad 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 a 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 like anything he'd done before. He spent several long minutes alternating occasional firm smacks, with little more then pats and overt caresses. Harold was squeezing and fondling his daughters 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 string 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. Had his daughter just come while he was spanking her? 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. * * * Harold checked his watch as Heather walked in the door. He was surprised that he'd missed having her around all afternoon. 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 haven't used it in a while. 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 ahold 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." "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 tender cheeks. This was unlike her previous spankings. "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. "Please, Daddy, please," 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. 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. 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. "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." * * * 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'm sorry," she said softly. "You don't have a shortage of underpants, do you?" 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." 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. 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. Bad Heather 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 too 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. * * * "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. As tempting as that sounded, Harold couldn't see anyway for things to work out for the better after spanking Lynn's ass. "Lynn, I'm not going to punish you, and don't worry, 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. "What have you told her?" Harold asked his daughter, nervous to hear the answer. "Just that when we have problems we deal with them immediately, and in proportion to the problem. She knows that you've been spanking me, but just that. Just as I know that Jeff spanks her." Heather told her father. 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 all set to send 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," Heather whispered. With the encouragement, Harold slapped her friend's ass harder, leaving a handprint 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 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 handprint. 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. 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 cum burned into her skin. * * * Heather looked over the videos she had. It was all coming together. Mom was supposed to be home within the week. She'd have to step up the time table. * * * "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." Lynn squealed and disappeared into her room, not to appear for nearly an hour. When she walked out she looked devastating. 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, and stood 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, 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 of on getting her father off. God, the power was mind-boggling. She swallowed repeatedly, sucking her father dry. * * * 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 mailed off the two copies. * * * "What time's your mother getting home?" Lynn asked. "Supposed to be around 6:00," Heather answered. "So what time should I spring it on Jeff?" "I think 4:30 would be good. You Ok with this?" Heather asked nervously. A whole summer's efforts depended on this. "Fuckin' A. This should be wild." Lynn laughed. "Cool, see you then." * * * Come 5:00, Heather was getting nervous. Just as she got ready to give Lynn a call, the front doorbell rang. "Daddy? Can you get that, I'm in the bathroom," Heather called out. As she heard her father leave his study and head to the entrance, she slipped down the hall to follow him; she didn't want to miss a moment of this. Her father looked out the peephole, and called back loudly, "It's just Lynn. You didn't mention she was coming over." Harold opened the door and was stunned to see Lynn's father, Jeff, was there as well. "Why, hello Jeff, what...Oooof" he cried out as Jeff stepped into him and punched him in the gut as hard as he could. Considering Jeff's 6'2 stature and 200lb mass, that was pretty damned hard. Harold dropped to a knee, gasping, unable to catch his breath. "Dirty little fucker!" Jeff yelled, then grabbed the back of Harold's shirt and dragged him a dozen feet into the family room. Harold was dazed and suffering, he tried to ask what it was about, but his breathing was only just coming around. He looked up at Jeff to get an explanation, but he got a full swing backhand across the face that tumbled him to the ground. He could taste the blood in his mouth where his teeth cut his lips. "Stay down, and don't get up if you know what's good for you," his assailant warned him. Harold scooted back to the couch and leaned against it, wiping his sleeve across his mouth. Heather ran into the room, "Daddy! Mr. Davis! What are you doing here?" Jeff just waved at the TV, "Turn that thing on!" He had loaded a DVD into the player. Heather picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Within seconds, a scene of Harold spanking Lynn appeared. Lynn's bare ass was reddening after just a few strokes. There was no sound, but none was needed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jeff yelled, facing Harold and yelling down at him. "How DARE you expose my daughter, or lay a finger on her." "Please, Jeff, calm down, it's not what you think." "It's not what I think! Ok, let's just watch for a while. Maybe you're right, maybe it's not what I think." Jeff sat down on the couch. When Harold made a move to get up, Jeff leaned over and backhanded him hard across the temple, making him see stars. "Don't move asshole." Then he turned to the two girls. Lynn was dressed in a light sun dress, and Heather had on her Daddy's favorite plaid skirt and tight white top. "You two sit down." The girls obediently took their seats, Heather as the end of the couch, and Lynn in the lounge chair. Jeff took the remote and examined it, then hit the rewind button, rewinding back to the beginning. "Let's see here, yes, I believe that is my daughter Lynn, naked from the waist down, laying across your lap. Oh yes, and now I see that you're spanking her bare ass. Your hand's lingering a little long on her naked ass, don't you think. No, never mind, don't say anything. I need to watch this, in case it's not what I think." "Lynn, that is you, isn't it?" Jeff asked his daughter. "Yes," she said softly. "Just wanted to make sure. Now you're really laying into her aren't you. That's quite a severe beating for, what was it, Lynn?" "Pulling the hose off the pool vacuum," she answered. "Yes, quite severe. Not very good aim there either was it, Harold? Looked like you might have accidentally contacted her privates, oops, there you go again, oh, and again! Maybe it's not incidental. Jesus, your spanking my daughter's naked pussy! No, I guess it's not what I think." Jeff continued to give a scene by scene voice-over for Heather's spanking as well. Near the end of her ordeal, he really got worked up. "Am I seeing things right. Are your fingers buried up inside your teenage daughters twat? Fuck, Harold what were you thinking?" Harold had his legs pulled up to his chest, as much to make himself as small and invisible as possible, as to hide the erection he was getting from watching the show. "I just..." he started, before getting another backhand, right on the ear, that hurt like the devil and left his ear ringing. "Shut the fuck up," Jeff said offhandedly. "Fine, as if beating my child once wasn't enough, you've got to have your way with her again. But this isn't punishment, it's just plain molestation. God, you made your daughter beat you off, while you fingered poor Lynn. Look at that, look at what you're doing. Their just fucking high-school kids, for Christ's sake." Jeff took a long breath, "No, wait, let's not jump to conclusions, maybe it's not what I think it is. Now let's watch carefully, maybe you're just trying to help them out. Nope, that's clearly three fingers stuffed up my daughter's twat, you bastard. Oh, nice. It's not enough that you finger-fuck her, but you've got to give her a beating as well. But wait! Wait! That's not the worst of it, is it? Your daughter's hand is still at work, isn't it? Isn't this where, oh right, I shouldn't jump to conclusions - there! I thought so, you just spunked all over my daughter. What the fuck is that!" Jeff stood up and started pacing back and forth, then rewound the last part and watched Harold finger his daughter before spraying cum all over her back. "Jesus, you fucker. I could just kill you. I should. I should fucking kill you." Heather went to him, "Please, Mr Davis, he just thinks he's helping by punishing us. He didn't mean any harm." "He's fucking molesting two teenagers, including his own daughter! How the fuck is that not harm?" "What are you going to do?" Heather asked. "What should I do, Harold? Should I give you a taste of your own medicine? How would you like it if someone beat your child and molested them? How would that be?" Jeff asked, pulling Heather over to him, and reaching down and squeezing her breast. "How do you like that?" "Don't do it," Harold said angrily. "Oh! Didn't like that? How about this?" He reached down and smacked Heather's butt, through her skirt. "Stop it!" Harold shouted jumping up, and running at Jeff. Jeff Davis stopped him with a couple of well placed blows, including one between Harold's legs, that had him moaning and clutching at himself, curled up in a ball on the floor. "Girls, bring two of the dining room chairs in here. One with arms, and one without. NOW!" Heather and Lynn ran to do his bidding. "Great." He leaned over and dragged Harold into the chair with arms and sat him there. "Very good. Now Lynn, you will undress Heather down to her panties, and use her clothing to tie her father down. Understand?" "Please, Mr. Davis. Don't do this," Heather gasped. Lynn started removing Heather's top, and Jeff went and stood in front of Harold. "Stand up, asshole." "Don't hit me," Harold moaned. "Fucker. Stand up and give me your belt." Jeff said calmly. Harold stood and started removed his belt. He held it out, "Please don't hit me," he pleaded. "Now drop your pants, I'm not going to hit you." Harold lowered his pants. "Underwear too." "Please, you don't have to do this," Harold said before the slap snapped his head back. He quickly lowered his underwear. "You said you weren't going to hit me!" he whined. "As long as you obey, fuckwad. Now sit." By this time Heather was nearly naked. Lynn used the clothing and Harold's belt to tie him down. She looked up and Jeff passed her his own belt, "Here, for his other foot." Bad Heather Then he pulled the other straight back chair directly in front of Harold's. He sat down and summoned Heather over, who was naked except her panties. "That's fine, you can leave them on for now. Come here." She slowly moved beside him, and then under his guidance, leaned across his lap. "Please, Mr. Davis. Please, don't do this," she said softly. Jeff ignored her. "How does it feel, eh, Harold." He patted Heather's scantily clad bottom, "How about this?" He gave her a half-hearted smack, eliciting a small cry. "How do you like it now?" When Harold turned to look away, Jeff barked at his daughter. "Stand behind him and make sure he doesn't look away." Lynn placed herself behind Mr. Payne, put her hands on each of his cheeks, and guided his gaze back upon his daughter. Jeff was ostentatiously caressing Heather's butt, "Nope this isn't quite right is it? What's wrong? Oh yeah!" He grabbed Heather's underwear and pulled them down her legs, exposing her ass. "Now this is more like it, isn't it?" Harold hated to watch. He hated even more that it was exciting him to see his pretty little girl manhandled. He was a sick excuse for a father, and deserved what he had coming. "Don't take it out on her," Harold finally gathered enough courage to say. "I was the bad one, not her." "Oh you don't want me to do something like this?" Jeff asked, before cupping Heather's pussy, and roughly shoving his middle finger up her. "Oww! Don't!" Heather cried out. Jeff played with her tight little pussy, then pulled her upright and sat her on his leg, facing her father. "Look at him Heather." Jeff reached around her, and once more grabbed her crotch, sliding a couple of fingers inside. "Look at him. He's hard. He's excited by what I'm doing to you." "Fuck you!" Harold cried out, while Jeff held Heather diagonally across his body, one hand roughly fingering her, the other, manhandling her breasts. "Untie his arms, Lynn." Jeff laughed, while Heather moaned in his arms. "Tell you what, Harold. I'm going to do you a favor. You can play with yourself while I play with your little girl. And as soon as you cum, I'll let her go. Now isn't that nice of me?" "You're an asshole," Harold muttered as Lynn finished untying his hands. "Did you say asshole? Not a bad idea." Jeff flipped Heather over like a rag-doll, and laid her back across his legs. Then he spread her legs wide, and pushed his finger into her butt. "AWWW! NO, IT HURTS!" Heather cried out as his thick callused finger forced its way into her. Harold at that time was stroking his cock fast and hard, hoping to end his daughter's awful treatment. He almost died when Lynn's hand reached down and cupped his balls while he jerked himself off. "Hurry and cum, Mr. Payne, or he might hurt her for real." * * * Janice Payne looked in through the open garage door, and couldn't believe her eyes. Jeff Davis had her baby across his lap, and she was naked. He had his fingers between her legs, and was obviously handling her badly. She turned back to the garage and pulled out a long handled shovel. She only wished she had a gun. Jeff was facing away from her at an angle, and as she snuck in the house, she noticed there was someone else there. As she got further into the room, she could see the edge of a chair. Peeking forward, she saw her sorry excuse for a husband sitting in a chair watching, while little Lynn Davis help him masturbate. As she watched, he came all over her little hand. She blew a fuse. She screamed as she ran into the room and Jeff turned just enough to catch the back of the shovel across the side of his head, instead of the back. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed to the ground. But not fast enough to avoid another shovel swing that connected full force on his upper arm. You could hear the snap of the bone. "Thank God you're here!" Harold cried out just before catching his own shovel blow on the top of his head, turning out his lights. Lynn was crawling away from the scene as fast as she could, "They made me!" she cried out. Heather ran to her mother, "Oh Mom, finally you're home. You wouldn't believe what they've been doing to us." "It's alright, honey," Janice gasped. "You too, Lynn. It's Ok now, those bastards won't hurt you again." She spit at the man at her feet. "Now go get some rope and tie them up before they wake up." Both girls felt a little nervous when Janice added, "Then we'll see how they like it when they're on the other end of the beatings." "So you saw the video?" Heather asked. "Yes. I never would have thought he'd have gone that far. I'm sorry, baby, I would never have left him alone with you." "Oh Mom, it's been a nightmare," Heather whispered. The two teens walked out to the garage to get some rope as directed. Heather still hadn't had time to put anything on. "Didn't I tell you?" Heather giggled. "Yes, you were right, as usual," Lynn laughed. "Did he hurt you?" "Naw. I mean the finger up the ass was a little unexpected, but I'll survive." "How about your Mom with that shovel? Wow!" Lynn joked, as they found a long laundry line. "You call your Mom?" Heather asked. "Shit, I forgot, I'll call her now," Lynn said, pulling out her cell phone. "So what did I tell you. Worst summer to best summer in 4 weeks. I mean, we should be able to milk this for all it's worth." Heather laughed. "I know, but I'll miss the spankings." "Yeah, me too." ******* Don't forget to vote!