(An older story about Heather and her stepdad)
"Daddy, I missed my period," Heather sang excitedly as she skipped into the kitchen where Caledon, her stepdad, sat eating breakfast.
Caledon dropped his fork and groaned. "Aww, fuck, come on, baby. That's not funny."
She stomped her foot in her fluffy pink sheepskin slippers. "I'm serious!"
He pointed an accusatory finger at the nineteen-year-old. "No, you're not. Stop. Let me eat my breakfast, huh?"
"But, daddy," she whined. She lowered her shorts a little and rubbed her belly, bare under her large but cropped V-neck, rib-knit sweater that hung over a shoulder.
"I'm not listening," he said as he poured more maple syrup over his waffles. "Tuning you out."
"Gonna get a baby bump soon," she said. "You'll be so proud of me."
"Yeah, I'll send you a postcard from hell after your mom chops my head and my dick off." He began eating again. Then he stopped to look at her still standing there. "Please tell me you're kidding." When she only grinned, he added, "Oh, come on. Don't be mean. Be honest."
She grinned wider and danced a little.
"Okay, now I know you're kidding," he said and focused on his plate. But he still looked up. "Right?"
She went to the counter to grab a banana.
"It-it-it can't be me," Caledon said. "Who are you dating now? That, that Roger guy, right?"
"Yeah," she said with a shrug.
When she turned to him, he was wiping his brow and looking stressed. She giggled at him.
"That's not fucking funny, baby!" he said.
She only laughed louder.
He grabbed the edge of the table and stood up. "Bumpkin?"
She tried to escape, but he caught her and pulled her back into the kitchen.
"Oh, you're in for it now, baby girl," he said.
"Ah, no, no, daddy!"
She squirmed over his arm. She was expecting a tickling or a ribbing. Instead, she received a loud and hard spank to her ass.
Her eyes went wide as she looked back at him. "Ooh, you fucker!"
"Ha," he said. He spanked her again even harder.
He chuckled. He liked how her ass jiggled under her shorts.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"Yes!" she said.
"Good."
And he let her have it again twice while she squirmed and stomped and struggled to get away.
"Gonna scare me like that this early in the morning?"
Three more spanks and she was begging for mercy.
"Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He put his hand on her braided hair and patted her head. "Had enough?"
She turned her face to him. "Again," she said.
He laughed and drew his hand back. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and waited for it.
Another loud spank and she cried out.
The dog Daisy came running into the kitchen to see the commotion.
"Daisy, save me!" Heather said, reaching out for the dog.
After two more spanks, Caledon helped her stand up straight.
"What's going on up here?" came the voice of Mary, Heather's mom and Caledon's wife.
By the time she got in the kitchen, her husband was sitting and eating again. She looked at them curiously while holding her phone.
"Daddy tickled me," Heather said.
Caledon shrugged. "She started it."
"They're crazy," Mary said to the phone. She strolled around the kitchen still talking. "So anyway..."
Heather leaned close to Caledon while keeping an eye on her mom. She whispered in his ear, "We should do that more."
"What?" her stepdad whispered back.
"Spanking stuff. Kinky stuff."
"Handcuffs and whips?"
She made a face and thought about it. "Maybe once to try. I won't whip you too hard."
"Ha." He ate his hash browns but peered at Mary. "Who are you talking to?"
"Hang on," Mary said to the phone. "Mario. He says he can fix the bathtub. He needs a thermo-something mixing valve something. Should he go ahead and buy it?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
