“So much for the pain, huh? You are such a little slut, Beth.” – He whispered, removing his hand, grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me away.
“We are not done though. You will be disciplined.”
I nodded, looking down. Part of me was scared as I didn’t know how severe my punishment will be, but the other part of me was looking forward to it.
Right when I thought it was all over, Daddy leaned in and whispered:
“Punishment number 1 was this. Punishment number 2: I’m going to fuck your mom with the hard-on you gave me. Think about it.”
With this, he left the balcony and went upstairs. I exhaled deeply before leaning on the fence, trying to pull myself together. I looked up and my heart stopped: Brian was on one of the windows right above the terrace.
Chapter 7
This was my first night in the enormous mansion. I got my own room, beautifully decorated, with a walk-in closet and a marble bathroom. I was exhausted from the whole night and was able to take off my clothes and go to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up feeling someone’s hand on my forehead. I thought it was Daddy and opened my eyes to see mom seating
on the brink of the bed, gazing at me adoringly. She had a distinctive shine about her, something I knew she got from having sex last night. Sex she should be thanking me for.
“Good morning sweetie. You don’t have to get up now. I just wanted to tell you I have to run to the office and I’ll be back. Mike and I decided it was for the best for you and me to live here from now on. So, later today maybe we can go pack?”
“Sure mom. Anything for you.”
She smiled, leaned in and kissed my forehead: “See you later baby.”
As she walked out of the room, I turned and laid on my stomach with the pillow below my head, thinking about everything. I heard footsteps coming through the door: “Mom, did you forget something?”
“It’s not mom.”
Daddy’s voice made me tremble. Immediately, although still half-asleep, I was shaking and I got the goose bumps again. I tried to get out of bed only to be stopped: “Don’t get out. Get in bed. And lay face down.”
As I laid down, I took the courage to tell him: “Brian saw us last night.”
“Oh? What did he see?” – Daddy was speaking, as I heard a noise: sounded as if he was taking off his belt.
“He was on the window atop the balcony. He saw us…”
“He saw us what, m?” – As he spoke, he lifted the sheet off me, only to reveal my complete nakedness.
“He saw you…touching me.”
He hit me with his belt on the ass real hard. It hurt, I screamed. Daddy kept talking in his stern, stabile voice as if nothing happened:
“I was touching you? Where?”
I kept quiet for a second, thinking about what I should say. He started spanking me, harder and harder: “I asked you a question, didn’t I? I expect an answer!”
Although I knew what we were doing last night, I felt too embarrassed to say it. Daddy kept using his belt and his palms to spank me and I kept screaming in both pain and arousal. I felt him getting on the bed, mounting me. I was laying head down with his legs holding me tightly underneath him.
“Should I repeat myself?” – Daddy leaned in and whispered on my ear.
“No daddy. I will behave.” – I whispered back as I felt him petting me on the head.
“So, what did I do to you last night?”
“You put your finger in my mouth…and you stuck your finger in my ass.” – I whispered.
“Good girl. And, did you like it?”