Dan watched as she shuffled slowly back across the room, rubbing her tearstained eyes before exchanging a glance with Susie. She hovered by the sofa, afraid to sit. Shaking his hand back to life, he gestured silently to Susie, unsure whether he could actually go through with it. As Susie rose in readiness, Dan looked away and over at Jill who, since the first spank, had remained silent. He wanted to see if he could find either approval or dismay in her expression. There was neither, but something in her eyes he couldn't quite read, a glint he couldn't quite put a name to. She seemed to be breathing harder and deeper than earlier, a sympathetic reaction perhaps to her daughter's ordeal?
Puzzled, he returned to the task. "Susie, strip off your shorts and come here now."
With a snort and a renewed attitude, Susie looked him in the eye. "Don't ever, ever, think you'll see me again after this."
The words took him aback but Dan couldn't let her see that. Back down now and he'd live to regret it. Drawing forth inner strength barked: "Shut up."
Susie's bottom lip quivered, though she tried not to let it show. With shrugged shoulders, silently she complied, shimmying the shorts down past her knees then loosening the thong beneath that maintained her modesty, albeit temporarily. Unlike Hayley, Susie's approach wasn't hesitant as she found strength in reserve. She moved towards her father with catwalk-like strides, steps landing in a straight line, rocking her naked hips sensuously. Her direct, defiant glare had, if anything, grown intimidating and Dan gulped, very nearly swallowing a bloated adam's apple.
Clearly Susie felt that her nudity made her powerful, rather than exposed and helpless and evidently she had resolved to let him and his silly spanking mean nothing to her. To signal her intent, Susie raised a middle finger and whispered: "Fuck you."
Dan felt his anger boil at the girl's impudence, the catalyst needed to go through with this. Reaching out, he hauled her by the wrists over his lap. Allowing Susie to arrange herself in place, he noted that her arse and hairless pussy were just as delectable as Hayley's. Thankfully, his ire at her attitude prevented any untoward penile reaction, though only just. When Susie was settled, and before there was a chance to talk himself out of it, he wasted no further time, recommencing the spanking with added vigour.
To say that the first blow came as a shock to Susie would be an understatement. She had calibrated her expectations based upon Hayley's restrained behaviour, figuring that if her cousin could take it, so could she. But that was to underestimate the other girl's strength of will and grossly miscalculate how much the spanking might hurt.
Hurt? The word wasn't really adequate. One spank hurt. The next one hurt and drove the first one home. The third multiplied the first two, whilst the next sent her body reeling. Susie found herself longing for something, anything that merely hurt rather than killed, the firm spanks falling one after another on her unprotected bottom. Unlike Hayley, she yelped unapologetically throughout, every fresh stinger drawing another scream or screech.
WHACK! "Owwwwwwwwww!" WHACK! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" WHACK! "Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaarrgh!"
3 minutes into the terrible ordeal and the tears were running up her inverted face to vanish into her hair. Still hovering and moving like on hot coals, Hayley buried her face in her hands, not wanting to see what was happening to her cousin. Jill remained immobile and seemingly impassive, surveying like a hawk. As Dan stopped to gain a breath, for a moment there was no sound in the room except for Susie's heightened breathing. But the break was nothing more, nothing less, certainly no end -- yet -- the strong hand's stealthy raise caught in Susie's peripheral vision. "Oh, no, please, no more. I'm so sorry, please don't hurt me anymore. I'm sorry, please dadddddddy!"
For a moment Dan could be forgiven believing he had his old daughter back. But he knew she was calculating and devious, playing on a father's unconditional love. "We're not done," he said matter-of-factly, surprising himself.
The naughty girl fell back into position, the pain crashing over and over once more into her bum as he spanked, tenderising it to a glowing pink. He worked steadily and rhythmically, paying no heed to Susie's renewed screams and protests till his arm was heavy, his hand hurt and his ears were ringing from Susie's endless squeals of pain. But there was a point to be made. "Are you sorry, Susie?"
Dan steeled himself for an ear full of attitude. She was as unlikely to apologise as she was to...as she was to suck his cock? Dan blushed, embarrassed with himself at such a thought. Yet it was undeniable. Like it or not, he was turned on. Susie, completely abashed, spoke through her crying, taking him completely. "Yes, I'm s-sorry. I'm v-very sorry."
Dan's icy reply froze her heart. "You soon enough will be."
"Nooooooo daddyyyyyyyy..."
Her backside was stinging so badly Susie couldn't possibly believe there was any more pain she could endure. How wrong she was. Dan grabbed the teenager around the hips, repositioning her on his lap. She cringed and braced herself, arse ready, fight vanquished. I'll teach you to raise your finger and swear at me like that, he thought. Then he saw how red her arse was, so red it was maroon, and even purple in places.
A sudden pang of remorse, mixed perhaps with a trace of taboo lust, he wanted just to reach out and stroke it better. He wanted to tell her he didn't mean it. Her soft, young pussy brushing his thigh, felt even through the trousers, was playing havoc with his mind. But damn it, he wanted to do things to Susie no father in his right mind should contemplate. He wanted to... As she craned her neck sideways and up, panda eyes meeting his, he felt another nudge of remorse. But quickly she broke the spell. "Fucking cunt!" she hissed, goading him.
Dan's face contorted with rage. Her arse was surely immune to anymore torture, yet in those two terrible words she'd reopened the wounds. She put the feelings into stark, uncompromising words: "You can't hurt me anymore..."
Dan's lips pursed. Oh couldn't he now? With a powerful stroke, he sent an open palm crashing directly against the virgin territory of her left upper thigh. The slap sounded like a gunshot and took the whole room by surprise. A crimson handprint bloomed instantly where it had fallen. "Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" the girl screamed, her whole body stiffening from the scorching pain.
As a series of further dreadful blows alternated between her thighs, Susie's tortured wails filled the room. She was writhing one way then the other, trying to evade the biting slaps. "Daddy, I really am sorry, stop!" she begged through the sobs. "I love you," she whispered. "Don't do this."
And then, as quickly as they'd started, they did stop. Susie dared not breathe in case it was a false dawn. As she rocked gently on her father's lap, a little dewy deposit soaked his trousers, evident only when it seeped through the material to the leg. Dan wasn't quite sure what to make of it and wondered whether she might have wet herself with fear. "You may get up when you are ready, dress, and go to your room," he said calmly, his anger spent.
After a pause, the sobbing girl managed to rise and stumble to her feet. He watched as gingerly she picked up her discarded clothing, an unexpected twinge from his cock as he watched her. Susie looked at the garments, unable to bear to put anything near to her battered lower body, remaining naked from the waist down as she trudged away. "Off you go now, girls," Jill said.
Holding hands for support, the girls made to leave. Suddenly Hayley stopped and looked back squarely at her tormentor. "Thank you, Uncle Dan," she said without prompting from her mother, the words carrying an air of sincerity.
"You're welcome, Hayley," he replied, surprised and pleased by the girl's gesture.
Then Susie too paused, an about turn. Suddenly she moved close and wrapped her arms around him, tearstained face pressed against his chest. Her impetuous hug ended as suddenly as it had come on, far too soon for Dan to react in any way. "Thank you, dad," said Susie. "And I'm sorry, really I am."
And then they were gone. Dan felt in retrospect the delightful pressure of the teen's hard little breasts against his chest before remembering once more that she was his daughter. He issued Jill a bemused look. "Well, that was unexpected," he confessed. "If I'd tried to predict their reaction, gratitude wouldn't have been in the running."
Dan noted again that something was a bit odd with his sister. Barely able to answer, there was a prevailing and unusual spark in her eyes. When she did find the words, they were breathy and hoarse. "They understood the need to improve their behaviour," she commented, "but they didn't have the initiative to do it. Now they do, I think you made them both feel more hopeful."
That was one way of looking at it, Dan supposed, rubbing at his upper thigh and bring thumb and forefinger to his nose. Unless he was mistaken, that was the scent of sweet teen pussy. Yet there was an even more powerful aroma on the air.
Jill smiled before hesitating then walking away as well. Alone, Dan sat deep in thought. During the time Jill had been standing close to him, expressing her thanks, he had found the requisite clue to her odd demeanour. For in that time, his nose had detected a very familiar, very unmistakable scent. It was the scent of arousal and of hot, wet, excited womanhood. Unbelievably, it seemed that his sister had been completely turned on by the scene. Now that was something else to think about.
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