I sometimes wonder what would have happened if fate hadn’t played its hand that Saturday afternoon in August—the call that took my wife out on an unexpected lunch date with an old friend, the fact that the responding officer to reports of two young women throwing eggs at a house over on Laporte Street was a guy called Frank Ruiz, and that Frank brought both girls here first because one of them was my stepdaughter, Jenna.

I’ll call her Jenna the Princess Bitch. She’d just turned eighteen and made my life hell in the years I’ve known her. If I step back, I know it’s not all her fault. Her grandparents, my wife’s mother and father, have poisoned her against me, and all she can do is make my life hell. Some days I hate her, and that day I found a chance to get my revenge.

I knew Frank because of my job. I’m a writer, and I’d spent a few shifts shadowing him for one of my books, then using his knowledge to polish up the cop side of my novel. He ended up getting an acknowledgement in the front of the book, and when the book was optioned for a movie, he was employed to help the production team, and even got a bit part in the final cut. Frank pays his debts, so he brought them here instead of taking Jenna and BFF Beth to the station house.

“I persuaded the property owner not to press charges. I told him that the girls were from good families and they’d get read the riot act. He agreed, just this once. If it happens again, I don’t think I can help them.”

I shook Frank’s hand. “It won’t happen again,” I said. “They’ll be grounded forever.”

He left with a smile. I watched him get into his car and then close the door as he drove away. The girls were waiting in the kitchen. I’ll give them their due; they looked nervous.

“Don’t tell Mom,” Jenna said, before I spoke.

“How can I not tell her?” I held my hands out. “I ground you, she’ll want to know why. I stop your allowance, she’ll want to know why.”

“Honest, it won’t happen again. Will it, Beth?”

“No.”

“So what do I do? You want me to just let you off this?” I looked from one girl to the other. Jenna is petite and blonde; Beth is taller, darker, and has voluptuous curves. “If I keep this quiet, you both get off without punishment.”

“So punish us,” Beth said.

“How? Any punishment, and Jenna’s mom will want to know what’s happened. So like I said, if Jenna gets off, you both get off. I mean, throwing eggs at a house? Why?”

“He deserved it,” Jenna said. “He watches us with binoculars when we walk down the street.”

“He’s a pervert,” Beth added.

“Jesus.” I walked around the kitchen. The girls watched me. 

Beth said, “You can give us a spanking.”

I stopped. Jenna gasped.

“What?” I asked.

“Six of the best.” Beth gestured at Jenna. “Both of us. I used to get the strap off my dad until my mom threw him out. It hurt, and you can bet I didn’t do anything wrong for months afterwards.”

The idea of getting back at prissy little Jenna made me warm to the idea. Not because of the egg throwing, but because of the years of abuse she’d hurled at me. I probably need to explain why. Jenna’s dad died when she was nine, killed in an accident at work that got her mom several million dollars in compensation. The money came through at the same time that I got to know Christa, Jenna’s mom. We met at a bereavement group after my wife died of cancer. I had no kids, and at the time, I was a struggling writer with few sales to my name, so Christa’s parents thought I was a gold-digger, only out for her money.

While I’d been thinking, Beth leaned on the work surface and stuck her rounded, curvaceous ass out. I stared at it, breathless for a moment. Jenna said something about this being a bad idea, but Beth just said,

“We need to be punished.” She wiggled her hips, causing the cheeks held tight in denim shorts to jiggle.

I took half a step toward Beth before I changed direction. I found what I was looking for in one of the kitchen drawers: a wooden spoon to save my hand from getting sore.

“Well?” Beth asked.

You asked for this, was my unspoken thought.

Whap! Beth squealed as the spoon hit her left cheek. Flesh trembled. My heart began beating faster. Whap! Right cheek, same result. Whap! Back to the left cheek. Beth put her face into her arms to muffle her next cry. I stared at her ass and thighs. They were shaking. Whap! Whap! Two fast blows. Beth whimpered. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore my growing hard-on. Beth arched her back a little and stuck her ass out even more. I was tempted to reach out and stroke it. I didn’t. Whap! Number six. Part of me wished she’d asked for twelve of the best, maybe even twenty-four.

Beth stood up, eyes glistening. Punishment done, but if she felt anything like the way I did, then things were only just starting.

“You next,” she said to Jenna.

My stepdaughter stared at me. I could tell what she was thinking. Her skinny, pert ass didn’t have the padding of Beth’s. Maybe that was good or maybe it was bad, but she didn’t want to find out. And neither did I because spanking Beth had made my blood run hot, filling my cock and making my heart race. But this was my stepdaughter moving slowly to the same spot as Beth. Despite what I thought of her (prissy, stuck-up, arrogant, and all that), I’d helped raise her since the age of eleven. I didn’t want to go anywhere near getting turned on by her.

Jenna leaned forward just like Beth. Her ass, perfectly shaped, made me close my eyes. I imagined her naked, on all fours, looking back at me with hungry eyes.

“Go on,” Beth said.

My arm grew heavy. I could barely raise the spoon. I took a hesitant step forward and then said,

“I can’t.”

“What?” Beth asked in surprise. “You’ve got to.”

“She’s my stepdaughter.” It sounded lame, even to me.

“So?” Beth sounded angry. “It’s only fair. We both got brought here by that cop.”

Jenna’s ass called to me.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Then I’ll do it.” Beth snatched the spoon from my hand.

Smack! Jenna shouted in shock. I saw the tension in the muscles of her ass and thighs, tightening the sweet shape even more. Smack! Beth showed no mercy. Jenna took a heaving breath as Smack! The next blow fell. God, she looked good bent over like that. My mouth had gone dry, and I almost groaned as Beth’s hand moved again. Smack! I reached out without thought, grasping Beth’s wrist. She stared at me, about to protest, when I took the spoon from her, pushed her away and brought the wood down on Jenna’s sweet ass. Whap! My heart jumped into my mouth. I was shaking all over. Jenna whimpered, her ass curving out even more. Whap! My cock ached. I dropped the spoon. Jenna raised her head and saw me standing there, staring at her. She shivered.

In the electric tension of the room, Beth said,

“We need to show how sorry we are for the trouble we’ve caused.”

She came to me, kneeling on the tiled floor and reaching to the waistband of my shorts. She eased them down and took hold of my cock. Her fingers curled around the shaft as she dipped her head to the crown. I put one hand on her head, tangling my fingers in her dark hair, holding her in place. She stared up at me, wondering why I had stopped her.

“You’re here for punishment,” I said, and drove my cock into her mouth.

I pulled her head onto me as I thrust my hips forward, the fat crown sliding over a hot tongue and into her throat. Beth gagged as I filled her mouth. I pulled out, heard her take a breath, and then I began fucking her, both hands now holding her head in place as my shaft scraped her teeth. Heat burst up from my balls, filling my cock with fire. Beth grunted with each thrust, her mouth a hot, wet haven. Spit and pre-come spilled out onto her chin as my cock hit the soft tissue of her throat. I pulled it out before the need to come peaked, stepping back and letting her slump to the floor. I had someone else to punish.

Jenna didn’t move fast enough. I grabbed her arm and pushed her down. She opened her mouth to protest and my cock filled it. I pulled her onto me, the little bitch’s tongue dancing over my flesh. My cock found her throat and she automatically swallowed, sucking me into a tight, hot tunnel that made me put my head back and shout with desire. She was mine now, no more stupid comments, no more Princess Bitchiness. I fucked her mouth as she licked and chewed and swallowed. Come built up in my shaft. Not yet. Not yet.

I pulled out, desperate for release but knowing I had to hold on longer. Punishment had not finished for either of these young ladies yet.

I dragged Beth to her feet, shoving her back into the same position she’d been in minutes before. I found the button of her shorts and hauled them down to her knees along with her panties. I kicked her feet apart, slid my cock between her thighs, and entered her in one, smooth thrust. This girl was no virgin. She took me easily, lifting her hips as I sank deeper into her hot cunt. I fucked her fast and hard, nails digging into her hips. My balls slapped against her ass, pushing her into the kitchen unit where her clit dug against the edge of the work surface. Beth began to shout with each thrust, going up on her toes as I plundered her. Alarm bells started to ring in my head. I pulled my cock out, panting with desire. Looking for Jenna.

She tried to back away, but only got as far as the wall before she bumped into it. This time it was my turn to drop to my knees. I tore her shorts off. Her pussy, covered in sparse blonde hair looked almost naked. As I stood, I hooked my elbow under her right knee and lifted her from her feet. I pinned Jenna to the wall with my chest as my hands cupped under her to lift her a little higher and my cock probed and found her entrance.

Jenna’s eyes widened, she took a breath, and I thrust up as my hands dropped her lower. My cock speared her virgin pussy. A tight ring of muscle gripped me as she plunged onto my shaft. Jenna’s mouth opened as I forced her into the wall, holding her there as I adjusted my grip on her taut ass. Now I moved, pushing deep into the hot, tight eighteen-year-old. Jenna’s knees came up alongside my ribs, opening her body to me. The lips of her pussy kissed my balls as I began to thrust hard, my pelvis grinding into hers, crushing Jenna’s clit between us. She bucked on my cock, taking me deeper as liquid heat flooded around my shaft. My balls jumped, fire exploding within them and rushing into my cock.

“Beth!” I shouted the other girl’s name as my heart began to pound.

She appeared beside us.

“Support Jenna,” I ground the words out through gritted teeth, desperate to hold my orgasm.

Beth grabbed one of Jenna’s arms, pulled it from my shoulders and wrapped it around her body. Jenna made a hacking sob as I lifted her from my cock. I let her go, the sudden change in weight dragging her and Beth to the floor in a tangle of limbs. My cock twitched - so close - I put one hand on the wall for support and grasped my cock in the other. The flesh was slick with sex, pulsing and hot as I pumped twice. Beyond it, the girls looked up at me, wondering what was coming next.

Me. I was coming next.

Come splashed down onto Beth’s face. I aimed my cock, a second wave fell onto Jenna. Then Jenna and Beth and Jenna and Beth. I milked my cock, draining every ounce of come from my balls in a sweet, agonising orgasm. The girls were covered. I pushed myself back, took one step, and then collapsed to the floor.

Silence. We were in our universe, separate from the world outside the house. My cock softened. Beth reached out, touching Jenna’s chin and turning my stepdaughter to face her. A tongue stole out, licking at a trail of my come that slithered down Jenna’s cheek. Puckered lips sucked more up. Beth cleaned Jenna’s face, chin, lips, cheeks and eyelashes with gentle licks and kisses. When she finished, Beth wiped her face clean, licking her fingers free of my sticky come, as Jenna and I watched in fascination.

I looked at Jenna, and she didn’t meet my eyes. I wondered what would happen next. I had just taken my stepdaughter’s virginity. There’s no going back from here.