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While I’m on the clock.
After finding out they made a bet to see who could bag me first.
No.
My self-respect saves me just in time.
They thought getting me to cave would be easy?
Not happening. And it’s time they learned they can’t play fast and loose with me.
With a burst of frustration—with my painful physical state, with them, with myself—I break free of Bella’s drugging kiss, haul her off my car and position her under one arm, stuffing Charlie under the other and carrying them both like a couple of sacks of potatoes into the house while they sputter and flail.
“Joe!”
“What are you doing?”
I don’t answer until we’re in my bedroom and I’m kicking the door shut behind us, as if the ghost of my wife might catch us in the act. I toss Bella onto the bed, but keep hold of Charlie, as I turn to sit down on the edge of the mattress, draping the girl face down over my lap. “Your mother didn’t punish either of you enough,” I growl, landing a loud slap on her tight ass. “Now you’re nineteen, doing whatever the fuck you please.” Another harsh spanking that makes her gasp and clutch at thebedclothes. “Not on my watch. You’re going to learn a hard lesson, girls. You play with a bull, you get the horns.”
I continue to spank Charlie another several times, disquiet stirring inside of me when my red handprints rouse an even more untenable heat in my stomach, my balls throbbing like a son of a bitch, wanting for all the world to put Charlie on the floor on all fours and plow her from behind. I’ve accidentally seen the vibrators in her panty drawer. Overheard her using them in the shower. She’d be down to take me doggy style. Of the two sisters, she’s the slightly less innocent one and God help me, I want to exploit that quality.
“You want me to fuck your smartass mouth, huh? You wouldn’t fit half of this cock between those glossy little lips, sweetheart.”
“Yes, I would,” she cries out.
“No,I’dfit it. I’d be in charge. Not you, brat.” I take a handful of her ass as I’m explaining this to her, squeezing it until she hisses in pain. “I’d wrap your hair around my fist and make you look up at me while I work it down your throat.”
I’m tempted as hell to execute the plan I’m voicing out loud. Bella is next, though, and soon enough, I can’t resist putting her in Charlie’s place, throwing her face down over my lap while she whimpers, slapping the breathtaking curve of her backside which is still damp from washing my car, that tiny pink string not covering a goddamn thing. “This ain’t a fucking bathing suit, baby, it’s a request for cock.” Slap. Slap. Slap. “You hear me? You go out in public wearing this, you’ll be begging for a spanking by the time I’m finished with you. You cover yourself up when you’re not in my house.”
“Yes, Joe. I’m sorry, Joe!”
After a few more spanks of my palm, Bella scrambles off my lap, joining Charlie where she stands at the door, shellshocked. The energy in the room is fraught, the air charged with a kindof electricity I’ve never experienced before. My cock is rigid and straining in the unzipped V of my uniform pants, and I can see they’re confused by the combination of need and anger. And by what just happened. My God, I just delivered spankings to my grown stepdaughters. I didn’t ease them into the punishment, either. I slapped those asses good and hard.
Guilt swarms my middle. “Girls, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
Charlie and Bella trade a sly look.
It’s so brief, I almost miss it. But it’s followed by them both bursting into tears.
And suddenly, their behavior over the summer begins to make sense.
Toomuch sense.
I can’t believe I didn’t detect this pattern before now. Bella and Charlie get into trouble, I bring them home and shout at them. Then I immediately regret being harsh, apologize and…cuddle with them until they feel better.
They’ve been pissing me off on purpose.
“Why?” I ask, slowly coming to my feet.
Bella sniffles. “Why what?”
“Why have you been making me angry on purpose?” I ask, enunciating each word.
They trade a startled look, confirming my suspicions.
They both open their mouths to lie, but fibs aren’t going to work anymore with me. I keep walking until I have them both sandwiched between the door and the hot press of our nearly naked bodies makes them tremble and moan.
The tears are gone. They were bullshit.
