Kathy Harris - Sucking,spanking family

Watching her parents, Marcy trembled and found her own nipples pressing against her baby doll pajamas.

Jerry took each of Rona's nipples between his fingers and tugged on them, twisting them, making Rona gasp and moan, leaning into him. Jerry took his wife's tits in the palms of his hands and pushed up at them.

The woman's tremulous tit-flesh overflowed out of his hands and he captured her nips between his fingers. Rona gasped, and her tits swelled uncontrollably.

Forgetting all sense of caution, their spying daughter moaned with lust as her own tits swelled up and jutted straight out in front of her, as if in search of her father's hands and mouth.

The teenager sank to the floor, feeling the little bubbles of pussy sauce that were pouring out of her pussy now.

Suddenly, with a sense of shock, she heard the bedroom door being opened all the way. She looked up and gasped, flushing a deep red as she saw her mother and father standing over her, exchanging glances and looking very angry.

"Marcy! I'm shocked! How dare you spy on your own parents this way!" Rona said sharply.

Marcy's eyes widened with fear. She shrugged helplessly, unable to explain the lust that had driven her to spy op her parents.

"This is what we get for always being so soft with you," Rona continued, flushing with anger. "You're spoiled rotten! I think we should give you the beating of your young life!"

Marcy stared wordlessly from her mother to her father, not knowing what to say to make the embarrassing situation any better. Jerry stared at his young daughter for a few minutes, then exchanged a meaningful glance with his wife, a look which Marcy did not understand.

And, suddenly, Rona smiled mysteriously and nodded at her husband. With a grin, Jerry reached down and yanked Marcy up from the floor by her arm.

The girl stared at her father, stunned, and she tried to pull away, afraid of what he would do to her.

"Oh, no you don't, you little brat, you're not getting away so fast," Jerry said calmly, menacingly.

Marcy stood stock still, unable to move.

"Do you know what you did? Do you know just how bad a thing it is to spy on other people… especially when they're in the privacy of their own bedroom?" Jerry asked.

Marcy was suddenly overcome with anger toward her father for humiliating her in this way, and for making it with her mother when Marcy wanted to be the one to fuck him. "Fuck off, Daddy!" she spat angrily.

"Marcy! How dare you talk to your father like that?" Rona asked, genuinely shocked. "You apologize to him right now! We've brought you up better than that!"

"I'm not going to apologize. I don't have to!" Marcy cried, feeling a strange sense of power which tuned her on.

Again, Jerry and Rona exchanged a glance that seemed to speak volumes to them but not to Marcy. She had no idea what they were saying with their eyes.

"I'll take care of this, honey," Jerry said quietly. "If you want me to."

"Yes, please, darling, you do it… I'll just stay and watch," Rona responded, feeling her pussy beginning to drool with excitement.

Jerry dragged his daughter by the arm into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the king-sized bed and stood the young girl in front of him. Then, he placed his hands on her slender waist and stared into her eyes.

"Don't you think you owe me an apology, Marcy?" he asked softly. "In fact, don't you think you owe both your mother and me an apology for spying on us?"

"No, I don't!" Marcy said, staring at her father with a cold expression. She couldn't believe he was treating her this way, and in front of her mother!

"No? You're sure?" Jerry asked.

"No way! You should apologize to me for humiliating me this way!" Marcy said saucily.

"Marcy! Apologize this instant!" Rona said sharply as she settled into a chair next to the bed.

"The fuck I will!" Marcy said hotly, trying to pull away from her father.

"I think we've been spoiling our daughter far too long, honey, what do you think?" Jerry asked, looking at his wife.

"I think I agree," Rona said with a smile. "Yes, Marcy," Jerry said, returning his attention to his daughter, "it's our fault, especially mine. I should have taken you in hand long, long ago. Every father should discipline his daughter."

"I'm not a little girl!" Marcy retorted with disgust. "I'm all grown up!"

"Right, and that's why you're much too old to be doing the kind of kid stuff you just pulled," Jerry said.

"Fuck off!" Marcy said again, wriggling in her daddy's powerful grasp.

"Fresh little brat, isn't she?" the man asked his wife.

"I've never seen her like this. I don't know what's gotten into her, honey," Rona said sadly.

"Don't talk about me, right in front of me, as if I weren't even here," Marcy said firmly.

Jerry stared at her and shook his head. Then he looked at his wife again and she sighed, knowing what was coming, what she wanted to have happen.

"Okay, Marcy, I can see that we're gonna have to teach you a lesson long overdue," Jerry said calmly.

He turned to Rona and Marcy swung her head around in time to see her mother nodding in agreement.

"I don't want you to teach me anything!" Marcy spat out. "Take your hands off me!"

"Take it easy," Jerry said mockingly.

"Don't call me a little girl! I'm not a little girl!" Marcy said.

"You could have fooled me… the way you've been acting," Jerry said, staring directly into the girl's angry eyes.

"Take your hands off me, Daddy!" she cried, angrier than ever now.

Jerry's face hardened and his jaw tightened. "That's about all I'm gonna take from you, you little brat," he growled.

His hands grabbed tightly around Marcy's waist, cutting through the thin fabric of her sheer baby doll pajamas, into her satiny curves, and he pulled her down across his lap.

"Nooo, Daddy! Let me go! You can't do this! Mommy, make him let me go!" Marcy yelled.

She struggled, trying to slide from her daddy's lap, but his hands were strong and he easily held her in place.

"It's been a longtime since you've had a good spanking," he said with barely restrained rage.

"Don't you dare! Nooooo!" she cried.

Jerry's hand came down on Marcy's pantied ass in a sharp slap.

"Owwww!"

He hesitated as her firm ass-flesh jiggled in the aftershock of the blow.

"Oh, God, that hurt! Don't you dare do it again!" Marcy cried, wondering where she had gotten the nerve to talk to her own father the way she had been doing.

In that instant, the teenager realized exactly what was happening: she had been unconsciously goading her father, spurring him on with her insolent mouth until he was so angry he would spank her, just the way she really wanted!

Wanting to feel his hand on her ass even harder than before, the young girl suddenly bit into the side of his tight muscular thigh, getting a mouthful of pajama fabric and some flesh.

"Owwwww!" Jerry yelled, shocked by his daughter's attack.

"My God!" Rona cried from her chair, feeling more and more excited by the strange scene she was witnessing between her husband and their daughter.

Marcy continued to struggle, trying to pull away from her enraged father.

"Okay, you little bitch! You want to play this out violently? Fine!" Jerry growled.

And, before the young girl even knew what was happening, her daddy had grasped the elastic of her pajama panties and pulled them down, off her ass.

She felt a rush of air strike her naked ass. Then there was a slight hesitation as Jerry stared at his daughter's quivering asscheeks.

Marcy's face flushed with heat, and tears of embarrassment and excitement rolled down her face. Her pussy grew even wetter.

Jerry's hand came down sharply on her ass and she cried out and shook uncontrollably. The man paused and he excitedly watched the color rise to her satin asscheeks.