All Chapters of Family Secrets: Chapter 531 - Chapter 540

She was off in Manhattan, doing who knows what with whom. He didn't trust her boss a whit, and in her latest mood, he wasn't sure how far he trusted Janice. Now he was stuck with the monster child, a completely out of control brat. At least for once, he could show her that behavior had consequences, without Janice interfering.He did need to think about what to do with his life, especially with Heather headed off to college at the end of summer. No need to rush things, however. He'd worked hard for over 20 years. He deserved a little break. And his new computer was opening all kinds of new vistas to him. A couple of weeks of R&R, especially with his wife off of his back, checking on his job hunt progress everyday. And he had a little 'fund' the wife wasn't even aware of - his vacation and sick pay came in a different check, that she'd never even seen. Sitting in a brand new bank, with a brand new ATM card, and a brand new mailbox that received the bills.Of course the cloud hovering o

"I've always thought she was the best of your friends, Heather." What he really thought about the little waif was not something he'd willingly share with his daughter.Heather got up and cleared the table, then returned and stood beside her father, leaning back against the table."Daddy? Do you think that something like that might help me?" She asked quietly, her head bowed."Like what?" Harold asked."Punishing me when I'm bad. Not just take things away, but... you know, like Lynn.""I'm not sure I do. How is Lynn punished?" He asked, intentionally obtuse."She gets spanked.""Oh." Harold was lost for words. Could this be for real?They were both quiet. Several seconds of utter silence."Do you think that might help? I really do want to do better," she asked, pushing."I...I guess it might. I mean, immediate feedback is always good. And that way the punishment is over with and you can go ahead with trying to do better."Heather leaned down and hugged her father tightly. "Thank you, D

Heather turned on her side and looked over at her friend. "How's that?""He expects me to be bare-assed when he does it, and he's been touching me during and after," Lynn confessed. "Touching me a lot.""Oh my God, Lynn! Did you tell your Mom?"Lynn just looked at her. "I don't want to." She hurriedly added, "He treats me so good now, buys me anything I want. I could get away with murder, and it would only earn me another hot whipping."Heather looked at her friend in amazement. "Wow! Do you like it?"Lynn looked almost in tears. "I hate it." She heaved a big sigh. "I love it.""Shit. Which one is it?""I hate that I love it."* * *Lynn had just left, and Harold was writing out three checks and closing the envelopes when he heard a crash from the kitchen."You Ok, honey?" he called downstairs."Just a minute, Dad."He heard the noise of cleaning up and went to look in on his only child. She was bending over, cleaning up a broken plate. She was still wearing her bathing suit, demurely

Harold looked down at his daughter's reddened cheeks, and slowed down. "Ten more, and I just might believe you." He spanked her hard on her far cheek. "I think you should count them off for me." He smacked her again. She mumbled something. "I can't hear you, and if I can't hear you I'll just start over.""Two!" She cried out.Harold rubbed her cheek gently, "That's one. Now start counting."She counted them out from two through ten, and at the end he was just barely swatting her, letting his hand rest on her ass in between strokes, and rubbing her. The panties were a tease to him, and he longed to pull them down her butt, and spank her bare cheeks, but he was afraid that was taking it a little too far.At ten, he caressed her ass for a few more seconds, then released her."Do we have an understanding?" Harold asked.Heather turned over nervously. This one had been a lot harder. It had hurt. And strangely enough she felt as hot as she ever had. She needed to get back to her bedroom. "Y

Heather approached her father, and put her arms around his neck. "Please don't take it away, Daddy. I promise I'll do better. Please.""I can't let this go unpunished," Harold told her."I know Daddy, and you're right. Can you punish me later?""Later?""I'm still a little sore from this afternoon," Heather admitted."Take your shorts off, little girl." Harold commanded."Off?" she asked, hesitantly, as she worked the tight jean shorts down her body, exposing her thong underwear."Blue Jeans are too much protection."Harold sat in the middle of the couch and his only child laid across his lap. She hung one leg off the couch, as the other stretched along the length of it, spreading her legs wide open.Harold spanked her diligently, more forcefully then he had been lately. "I've got to really make sure you remember dear. The phone is your lifeline to me. You need to have it available." His first dozen strokes traumatized her still tender cheeks. This was the worse yet."Oh, Daddy, pleas