Robert Haill - His Sexpot Sis

The sound of heavy footsteps made them hold their breaths and then the bedroom door swung in and the light blazed on.

"Daddy!" The color drained from Jodi's face as she blinked her eyes against the harsh light.

"Shit, no," said Shawn without thinking. He stared at his father standing grim-faced in the doorway.

"What's going on here?" he shouted at them.

Kyla's eyes were as big as saucers and she didn't even think to cover her bare, pendulous breasts as she sat up.

"I thought I could at least trust you, Jodi, while I was away." He stamped into the room.

He was tall and very distinguished-looking with grey hair at the temples. His eyes were blue and he had a long straight nose that flared around the nostrils. His mouth was unsmiling.

"Is anything wrong?" asked a woman coming in behind him.

"Mother," Jodi howled and wanted to hide herself.

"Look at them, Jill. All together on the floor with not a stitch on. It's obvious what they were doing."

"Now, John, calm down. There's probably some good reason for this," she tried to sooth him. "There is, isn't there, Jodi?" she asked hopefully.

She was slim and young-looking. Her hair was long and curled around her oval face. There was a glint in her grey eyes and laugh lines around her mouth.

"Good reason you say! I know the reason," he blasted. "They are all down there in the sheets having one hell of a fuck session. That's what they're doing." He looked at Kyla and his stern face relaxed and his mouth twitched into a smile as his eyes ran over her.

Jodi saw her father staring at Kyla and it flashed through her thoughts that he was interested in her. And then she remembered all the sex aids they had found in his room, the books and films, the blow-up doll, and the big wooden cock. Of course he was interested in Ky la…

"That's an awful thing to say, John, of your own children," sighed Jill as her eyes went to Shawn, to his big broad shoulders, noticing that he was all grown-up. It was strange how she had hardly noticed before.

"Get out of that bed," cried John. "All of you. Jump to it," he snapped.

They got up looking sheepish and hung their heads.

"I ought to thrash the living daylights out of you," he shouted.

"Yes, you should, John," cried Jill with her eyes fixed on Shawn's cock. Even shriveled up it was still big, she thought, and it sent a thrill through her to look at him.

"You have to be punished," growled John turning to Jodi.

"Yes, Daddy," She stood with her legs slightly apart and her back straight, thrusting out her small breasts at him.

"You can take Shawn to our room, Jill, and attend to him while I take care of these two," he said in a strange voice.

"Of course. Come along with me, Shawn," she cried out, "You and I are going to have a long, long talk." She gently shut the door behind her as she ushered him from the room.

"I know we've all been very naughty, Daddy, but maybe I can explain," started Jodi as soon as her mother and Shawn left. She watched him, fascinated, as he started to unbuckle the heavy leather belt around his waist.

"You can spare me the details, Jodi. I can guess what's been going on. What's your name?" he fired at Kyla.

"It's Kyla, sir," she gasped.

"Well, Kyla, I don't know what to do with you as you're not my child, but you're just as involved as they are. I could phone your parents and tell them to come over and let them know what you've been up to."

"Oh, no, sir. Please don't. You can punish me any way you see fit, but don't tell my parents," she begged.

"Very well." He held his trouser belt loose in his hand and he folded it in two.

"Are you going to thrash us, Daddy?" Jodi blanched.

"I might." He smacked the belt against the palm of his hand. "I think I should. You can both bend over the bed. Hurry up now."

They started to whimper but did as they were told and bent over the low bed with their bottoms facing him. Jodi dared to look back over her shoulder and saw an expression on her father's face that she had never seen before. His eyes were filled with lust and his thick red lips were tight together as he came toward them, lifting the arm that was holding the strap.

There was the stinging smack of leather hitting bare flesh and Jodi screamed as the belt wrapped around her bare buttocks. The belt whistled back and flew through the air with a rush and wound itself around her smarting ass cheeks.

"Aaaggghhh," she cried out in pain.

"Don't you dare move, Jodi. Stay bent over," he commanded and gave her bottom another lick of the strap.

She hopped up and down feeling like her ass was on fire as the strap descended again and again.

"You can get up and stand lover there, Jodi," he ordered, and made her move to the side of Kyla. "Now it's your turn young lady. Have you ever been thrashed before?"

"No, sir, never," she whimpered.

Jodi saw her father smile and lift his arm and she watched the heavy belt whistle through the air and come down hard across Kyla's backside.

"Ooohhhh," Kyla moaned.

There was a single red welt across Kyla's bottom. The strap raised and fell and there was another welt, and then another crisscrossing the others.

"Yeeeooowww," how led Kyla and burst out crying.

Jodi watched the skin of Kyla's ass go scarlet and puffy as her father kept on belting her like he was never going to stop.

"There, you dirty little bitch. That'll teach you a lesson," he finally snarled and threw his belt across the room. "Now stand up."

Kyla faced him feeling ashamed. Her bottom throbbed and tingled from the thrashing he had given her.

"I'm sorry for what we did," Jodi said in a small voice.

"No you're not," he roared at her. "You're a cheap little slut," and he brought back his hand and struck her hard across her face.

She reeled backward. She had never known him to get this mad before and she was seeing a side of him that she didn't know existed. He was cruel and sadistic. That was probably why she had the same streak in her.

"You." He flung his finger imperiously at Kyla. "Tell me exactly what happened, and I'm warning you, if you tell me a single lie, I'll thrash you till you can't walk." He stood with his fists on his hips glaring at her.

"Everything?" she asked with a gulp.

"Yes," he bellowed.

"Well, I arrived here at a few minutes past eight tonight because Jodi had asked me to come and stay as it was Shawn's birthday," she began.

He listened in silence as she told him her story, even about the fact that she had been a virgin before Shawn took her and how Jodi had helped him get into her. How Jodi had held her down and said before the night was done she'd have Shawn's cock up her ass.

"It wasn't like that," Jodi screamed, and then went quiet as his cold eyes looked at her.

Kyla finished and stood rubbing her smarting bottom.

"And that's all?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. Then you and Mrs. Addison came in and caught us," Kyla tailed off.

"Jodi," he looked daggers at her. "Get back over the bed."

"No, daddy, no," she wailed.

"Do as I say," he roared.

"Yes, daddy." She knew she was in for the beating of a lifetime and smug little Kyla would watch and drool as her bottom colored up. She reluctantly went and bent over the bed. She waited and the waiting was a torment.

"Bend with your feet apart with your legs open," he snapped.

She did as she was told and felt the skin of her bottom tighten like a drum and knew his belt was going to hurt like hell now.

The leather belt hummed through the air gathering speed and came thrashing down.

"Aaaggghhh!"

Again.

"Yeeeooowww!"

Again and again and again.

"Oooooaaaagggghhhh!" she bellowed and her tears ran down her face. She heard Kyla giggle and she gritted her teeth knowing she was having a good look at her thrashed bottom.