Frank sat in the living room oblivious to the TV in front of him. It was the night following his and Julie's exhibitionism and he was lost in a world of memories. He was really pleased with how the night had turned out. Julie had definitely surprised him. She had proven to be quite the exhibitionist, becoming much more aroused than he would have ever imagined. It showed promise for after he was done extracting his concessions, especially the part in the restaurant. He was willing to bet he could get her to do that sort of thing even without the present demands and planned to find more skimpy outfits for her.
His revelry was interrupted by the opening front door. Glancing over he saw Cindy returning from her date, dressed in a skimpy skirt and blouse outfit all her own.
"Hey Sweetie," he greeted her, his eyes crawling over her body.
"Hi Dad. Where's Mom?"
"In bed, for a couple hours now."
"Oh yea?" She chirped with a secretive tone. "Okay. Well, I'm gonna grab a shower. You gonna be up for a bit?"
"Yea," he answered, his mind racing with ideas regarding her tone.
"Okay, see you in a few," she sang as she disappeared down the hall.
A couple minutes later he heard her shower going. Settling back into the chair he imagined her under the water. He pictured her lithe body under the hot spray, her skin shimmering wet, surrounded by steam. He pictured her delicate curves, her pert young breasts jutting foreword as she leaned back, washing the conditioner from her hair, the tresses flattened down her back. He imagined her caressing herself with the soapy washcloth, the suds coating her skin, the hot water rinsing them away.
These imaginings easily flowed to remembering their one time together, just nights before. He remembered how sweet her pussy had tasted, and how tight her virgin ass had been. Also the sound of her whimpering and her words that had turned him on like he never would have imagined.
He was so lost in these memories that it took him a moment to realize the new sound he was hearing was not another TV, but instead was Cindy calling for him. Muting the TV he headed down her hall, hoping against hope that she was summoning him to another rendezvous.
He found her standing next to her bed, wearing nothing but a towel and a demur expression on her downcast face. The hooked towel ran across her breasts, just above her nipples, and pushed the two mounds together. It also hung to just below the point where her legs met, teasing him with the chance of seeing her sex, without actually providing the sight. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her demur expression was enhanced by the way she stood with her hands clasped coyly in front of her.
"What's up, Baby?" He asked, his arousal being stirred.
"I've been a bad girl, Daddy," she almost whispered in a shy little tone, looking through her bangs and the tops of her upturned eyes. "I sucked a boy's cock tonight. I sucked his cock, Daddy, and I let him cum in my mouth. I'm such a naughty girl, Daddy."
Frank felt his own cock throb as blood pulsing to it. He pictured her, dressed in the outfit she had been wearing, bent over in the front seat of her boyfriend's car. He thought about her delicate lips wrapped tightly around the kid's hard cock, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his fleshy pole.
"I was bad, and I need to be punished, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes glancing down at his crotch.
"Yes, I believe you do," he tried growling as he took a step forward and slowly swung her door shut.
"Are you gonna spank me, Daddy?" She asked, her eyes rising back up.
It took Frank a second to compose himself. He had not realized where this was headed so her question caught him off guard. But as her words sunk in, and he understood her intention, he quickly embraced it. His daughter wanted him to spank her. She wanted him to pull her across his lap and smack her beautiful ass. Although he had never thought about doing this, the idea excited him now that it being presented.
"You have been a bad girl. And, yes, you are going to be spanked. Come here," he demanded, stepping past her to sit on her bed and pulling her to him by the arm.
"Please don't, Daddy," she weakly struggled against him, like a child that knows they deserve their coming punishment, but still tries to avoid it. "Please don't. I'll be good, I promise."
Her plea raised his blood and his hunger, causing him to grow rougher in his handling of her. Bending her over, he pulled her across his lap, her body spanning the gap between his legs. This smashed her breasts against the one while poising her ass in the air over the other, her legs spread slightly. The towel slid up her back a few inches, exposing her firm, smooth ass cheeks. He stared at them, his eyes devouring them, his cock throbbing in his sweatpants. He wanted to cover one with his hand, squeeze and massage it. Instead he raised the hand and brought it down on the tempting orbs. He felt her flesh vibrate under the strike, saw her jump slightly.
"Ouch," she cried.
The pain in her voice made him worry that he was doing it wrong, smacking her too hard. He did not want to hurt her, and possibly ruin it, so he lightened his assault a little with his next smack.
"Ouch," she repeated, but with less pain and more tease in her voice.
Frank took this to indicate the force of it was more to her liking. Keeping it uniform he spanked her a few more times. He watched her bottom hop with each contact, watched her skin steadily redden with each smack. He took in the feel and the sight of his palm connecting with her beautiful orbs. He listened to her yelps, hearing their tone change, hearing each one grow more husky. After every slap his hand rested on her ass for a few seconds, reveling in the feel of her heated flesh under it. A few more smacks into it he paused, his hand lingering, gently stroking. Beneath his touch she wiggled, her body squirming slightly.
"Did you let him touch you?" He asked, his voice gruff.
"Only though my clothes, Daddy," she whimpered.
He raised his hand again, smacking it down on her glowing cheek with a little more force. He watched her body jump, watched her ass hop under the contact. Once more his hand rested, his fingers caressing her flesh.
"Did you let him play with your titties?"
"Yes. I could feel his hand on them through my blouse."
His hand came down again, once more with some added force. He heard her whimper, watched her ass cheek quiver, and the red glow of her skin brighten.
"Did you let him touch your pussy?"
"Only through my panties, Daddy."
