4. Caught again!
I was beginning to wonder what kept Mackenzie coming to my house. I was swatting
her ass an average of fifty five times a day now, and it didn't seem to me that
maintaining her Honor's status could possibly be as important to her as it would
be to escape this daily torment and to tell someone what I was doing. Wouldn't
it be more rewarding for her to see me embarrassed in front of the world and
sent to jail and raped in the ass, than for her to maintain some kind of grade
point average?
That my daughter kept coming for more I could more easily understand - as I
pointed out before, I was, after all, her father. And I had brought on this on
her so fast, and so radically changed the course of her school and home life,
that resistance probably barely crossed her mind. It just became a part of the
regular course of her day - that she was methodically and cruelly abused by her
father and by the school authorities, and made to embarrass herself in front of
the public at school. It was the new "normal" for her.
But could this explain Mackenzie's behaviour?
And as I was thinking about these things, I confess, I started to feel bad. It
had been several months, after all, and I probably was going to reach the limit
of what I could do without getting in trouble pretty soon. And it was very easy
to argue that they had suffered all they needed to according to the nature of
their infraction.
I'm just being an old pervert, I thought to myself, and I probably need to stop.
I can get my kicks on the internet, like I used to. And maybe I'll find a nice
young girl with low self esteem who will come live with me and let me do what I
want. That's what I keep reading on the net.
So I headed up the stairs to my daughter's room, intending to tell her that
their punishment was over, that they no longer needed to come to the house every
day after school to present themselves. I would still spank Victoria when she
did something wrong, of course, and very severely. But there would be no more
every day spankings, and I would only make her dress sluttily when she had been
bad.
I entered her room without knocking. "Victoria," I began, but I stopped to stare
at the show that was being presented before my eyes. Now I understood why
Mackenzie kept coming despite the ridiculous torment of her situation.
My daughter and Mackenzie were apparently lovers. My daughter had a white button
down shirt on, unbuttoned, and she was laying on her back on the bed, her legs
hanging off the edge. Mackenzie had shorts on, and nothing else. She was
kneeling in front of Victoria's legs, and her mouth was pressed against
Victoria's clit. Mackenzie was eating her out, her hand occupied rubbing her own
crotch. And Victoria was rubbing and pinching her own nipples.
At the sound of my voice they jumped up, shocked and incredibly embarrassed.
Victoria covered herself up as best she could with her shirt, while Mackenzie
pressed her breasts against the bed and looked back at me with fear in her eyes.
Barely missing a beat, I said, "oh, no, continue about your business. I'll just
watch." I grinned.
"Dad," Victoria began to protest.
I interrupted, saying, "do you know how much pain you're going to experience in
the future if you don't do as I say right now?"
Their asses and legs were still red from their beating. I knew they could still
feel it. I told Victoria, "lay back down like you were, spread your shirt out.
Put your feet on the floor." Reluctantly, blushing, she did so. "Mackenzie," I
said, "do what you were doing before. And don't stop til she comes."
"Dad!" Victoria protested again.
"I want to see you come, Victoria. Keep rubbing your nipples like you were
doing. Mackenzie, you keep rubbing yourself, too. I want to see Victoria have an
orgasm, and then I want to see yall seriously kiss and make out."
Mackenzie made hesitating motions with her mouth, so I encouraged her by coming
up behind her and shoving her face into my daughter's crotch. She got the
message, and began eating Victoria out as she had been before.
My daughter began heaving and moaning despite herself. She closed her eyes, so
she wouldn't have to see me watching. I watched her pinch her own nipples,
pretty damn hard. Her feet left the floor and she grasped Mackenzie's head with
her legs, almost putting her in a kind of chokehold. Mackenzie reached her hand
inside her unzipped shorts, and rubbed her own clitoris directly.
Finally, my daughter's face screwed up as if in concentration, and her whole
body began to go red and splotchy. I knew she was having an orgasm, and
apparently, a pretty good one. She began moaning loudly, all the more loudly
because she was trying to keep herself from making any noise at all in front of
me.
It went on for a while before Mackenzie finally started to push on Victoria's
legs, signaling that she was finding it difficult to breathe. Victoria's legs
fell back to the floor and Mackenzie caught her breath. "Ok, go to it," I said.
"Lets see you two kiss and make out."
Mackenzie obediently climbed up on the bed on top of Victoria, and they were
surprisingly willing to go ahead with the kissing. They were thrusting their
tongues deeply into each other's mouths and throats, and it looked like they had
basically forgotten I was there. Mackenzie climbed onto one of Victoria's legs,
and positioned herself so that as she rubbed her vagina against Victoria's
thigh, her own thigh would rub Victoria's vagina. Now they were making love,
kissing each other's necks and breasts, using their hands to grab each other's
flesh.
I noticed myself stroking my own cock through my pants. I stopped for a second,
then thought what the hell and kept going. I watched them come to a second and
third orgasm before I finally just had to go get myself off.
I reminded them of my presence, saying out loud, "thank you for the show,
ladies. I will see you tomorrow afternoon after school." They both jumped,
startled, almost like they really had forgotten I was there. Mackenzie ceased
her humping motion, and fell limply on top of my daughter, discouraged.
I went to the bathroom and jacked off. This lesbian-show angle was going to
enhance our after-school activities quite a bit, and I couldn't wait to try out
some new tricks.
