The moment he heard them giggling in the bathroom, he knew he could put his plan in place. He got out his laptop and fired it up. Sarah had told him she would bring a friend home from the private girl's school she attended. She had told him a little about her. She said that Rachel was being taken care of by her aunt and uncle, and that she would inherit a nice sum of money when she was 21. He was glad that his daughter was making friends, he was concerned that he kept her too sheltered. He heard them laugh again and wondered what they were doing in there.
He put an angry look on his face and opened the door without knocking. What he saw was completely unexpected. The two girls were playing with makeup. Rachel's eye shadow fanned across her eyelids in glittering shades of color, from yellow to green to blue. "It makes her the look like a peacock," he thought, "or some way out pop diva, ready for the stage."
Sarah's makeup was too bright, too much blush, too much lipstick, her eyeliner was too dark, her eyelashes too heavy.
"Your such a beautiful girl, Sarah, you don't need any make up at all. Take that off now." he said it without thinking but he wasn't sorry he had.
"Oh Daddy, we're just fooling around. This is Rachel, Daddy, I told you about her." Sarah laughed brightly.
Rachel was about to say hello but he cut her off.
"Sarah, come out here now." he said sternly and walked back to the living room. He knew that the tone of his voice would scare her.
Sarah and Rachel followed him out to the laptop sitting on the desk and he flicked it back awake.
"Remember last week when I lent you my laptop? You went looking for porn, didn't you?" he said accusingly.
"No I didn't!" she protested. "I didn't Daddy!"
He said "You weren't looking at porn? Then why is this here?" He clicked the touchpad and brought a website up that showed girl on girl action. A ridiculous animation of a naked girl licking the clit of another girl looped over and over. The girl on the receiving end kept lifting her head and you could make out the she was saying "oh fuck" while the looping action went on.
Lick, lick, lick, oh fuck, Lick, lick, lick, oh fuck, Lick, lick, lick, oh fuck. Over and over.
Rachel began smiling and they watched as the main video stopped buffering. Two naked girls were going at it. One used a dildo on the other, while the recipient used a small vibrator on her clit. The speakers were on the they heard the girls talking dirty to each other. "Yeah you like it like that, don't you?" and "Oh fuck me" Sarah saw her father absently stroke his now visibly hardened cock through his dress slacks.
"This is absolutely unacceptable, Sarah. You KNOW I use this laptop for work. It's not even mine!" her father said.
"Daddy, I did not do this." Sarah said evenly.
"Then maybe Rachel did it. You were studying with her, weren't you? You CANNOT get away with this Sarah. You will get punished for this."
Sarah wagged her head back and forth slowly, looking squarely at her father. It took a moment for her to speak.
"I may get punished, Daddy, but so will you. For lying to me."
He could see a sudden determination in her. He'd never seen it before. For once, he wasn't sure that he would get his way.
"I will let Rachel punish me Daddy, because you know I wasn't looking at porn. And your punishment is you won't be allowed to watch. Go set up the cameras and lights, then leave."
Sarah sounded angry. But the realization of what might happen excited him, so he complied. Rachel looked from Sarah to her father, not exactly comprehending what was going on. He left the room, and Sarah explained.
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Sarah sat on the couch and watched as her father stood before her in the living room.
"Take off your shirt, Daddy. Nice and slow." she said.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt without opening it too much, watching her all the time. He was going to like this, he was sure.
"Open it some, Daddy, I want to see your nipples." Sarah had a new tone of voice, a new assurance that he had never seen before.
He opened his shirt wide. Because of his desk job, he wasn't well muscled like Mr. Morgan, but he was slim, and there wasn't much fat around his belly. His nipples were getting hard and she could see the bulge of his hardening penis in his pants.
She stood up, and approached him. She raised her hand and touched her father's chest, felt the light hairiness between his breasts, and began to feel his nipples, making sure they were hard. She took a binder clip from her jeans pocket and slowly allowed it to clamp to his nipple.
"OW! That HURTS!" he cringed in pain from her.
"I know, Daddy" she whispered soothingly, "there there, it will get better soon."
She attached the other clip to his other nipple. He immediately felt a surge in his cock. But the pain was intense. He looked down to see that she had put both clips no closer to the end of his nipples than he had ever put one on her.
"Shhh...Daddy, it will be better soon. Shhhh.." She knelt down in front of him and pulled his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out, already hard. She gently lifted each leg from the pants on the floor. He held her head for balance and tried to urge it towards his dick. He knew her mouth would feel incredible holding his cock.
She took his hands and put them at his sides though. Taking a long look at his engorged penis, studying it's length, the folds of his foreskin diminishing before her eyes as it hardened more, the slight droplet of pre-cum emerging, she opened her mouth and made as if to take it in, but then backed off and stood up. Her father slumped visibly, his cock twitched in frustrated anticipation.
"Don't worry Daddy, it'll get better soon." she whispered again, leading him to the couch.
She grabbed the remote and turned the screen on. In just a moment, the screen lighted up and there was Rachel, moving away from the camera towards Sarah, standing in the kitchen, the table prepared with blankets and pillows.
"You have been bad, little cunt. You need to be punished." Rachel said. The acting was terrible, but Rachel's peacock make up looked great on the screen. He was glad to see that Sarah had washed hers off.
"I know, Mistress, I am sorry." Sarah's acting was more believable, "Maybe," he thought, "she's been acting all this time."
"The first things we need are the clamps." Mistress Rachel said. She took one of the binder clips and pressed Sarah's nipple tight and attached it to her. He could see her wince slightly. Mistress Rachel put the other nipple clip on Sarah's other nipple, not bothering to make sure they were hard. Sarah bit her lip and nodded towards something out of view of the camera and Rachel disappeared from view. The zoom on the camera adjusted to a close up view of Sarah's nipple squeezed tightly in the binder clip.
Another sloppy zoom out and Mistress Rachel came back into view.
