Later that day.

I spent the afternoon in mounting terror. Christa would be coming home, and I knew, as soon as she stepped into the house, that Jenna would appear and tell her all about the punishment I had meted out. Forget the egg throwing, fucking two teenage girls trumped that in the misdemeanour stakes by a long, long way. I’d left the girls in the kitchen, gathering my clothes and walking out with as much dignity as I could muster, considering I was naked from the waist down and still wearing socks. Ten minutes later, I heard the front door close and saw Beth walking down the driveway. I heard Jenna go into her room, and had seen nothing of her since.

Christa came back, filling me in on the divorce gossip of her friend. She wouldn’t be the only one getting a divorce. I hoped my small talk made sense, and I didn’t look like a frightened man—still no sign of Jenna. I started to get the shakes. She was drawing out my agony. Maybe I should just confess?

When dinnertime came, Christa prepared a pasta dish and called Jenna down. My stepdaughter came into the room without being called twice. Jenna sat down nicely, said "please" and "thank you," and joined the conversation. She wasn’t snarky; she didn’t drop any barbed comments. At the end of the meal, she asked to be excused and returned to her room. Christa watched her go with a thoughtful expression on her face.

“Something’s up,” my wife said.

“Oh?” I tried to sound innocent. “You think?”

“She’s being nice. Jenna is never nice, even I can admit that, and I’m her mother.” Christa looked at me. “What did she get up to when I was out?”

“She went to the mall with Beth,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t squeak too much.

Christa nodded. “That must be it. She wants a car.”

“A car?” I frowned in confusion.

“I bumped into Beth’s mother a couple of days ago. She said she was buying Beth a car. Jenna must have decided she wants one as well, and figures a few days of being nice will get her a better chance.”

Christa began clearing the plates away. I waited until the shakes faded before helping; I didn’t want to drop any and have to explain why. We tidied up, watched some television, and I headed up to the bathroom at some point in the evening, leaving Christa engrossed in Married at First Sight. It was on my way back downstairs that I heard a voice say,

“Dad?”

I stopped. Jenna never, ever called me Dad. When I turned, I saw her bedroom door open a fraction. “Yes?” I asked.

“Where’s Mom?”

“Downstairs, watching television.”

That satisfied Jenna. She opened the door fully and beckoned me in. I entered her room, passing the homemade sticker on the door that read ‘Stepdads Not Allowed’. She moved back to stand next to her bed. I hadn’t been in the room for five years since we decorated it while Jenna was at summer camp. Nothing much had changed except some posters had come down and make-up had replaced most of her toys, apart from one old teddy bear that sat on her bed and gave me a knowing smile of welcome.

“Close the door,” she said quietly.

I closed the door. Waited.

“Are you going to tell Mom about the police?” Jenna asked.

“No,” I said. “Are you going to tell Mom about being punished?”

“No,” she said, with a rush of relief. “I’ve been worried sick all afternoon.”

“Me too.” We laughed together, for the first time ever, I think.

“I…” Jenna hesitated.

“What?”

She looked awkward standing there, not the usual cocky teen who thought she knew everything. “I’m still hurting.”

“Where?” as if I needed to ask.

“My ass. From the spanking.” Jenna half turned. She wore the same skin-tight shorts. “I tried to look in a mirror to see if it’s bruised, but couldn’t tell. Would you take a look for me?”

Now? I thought about Christa, downstairs and watching TV. Temptation got the better of me. “Sure,” I said.

Jenna smiled, unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down along with her panties. She kicked them away and turned to face the bed. My eyes ran down her slim back to the perfectly formed ass. I stepped closer. “Best kneel,” I said.

She did as she was told, resting her top half on the bed. Her ass presented itself to me. I went down on my knees beside her, just to get a closer look. There were a few faint red marks, oval-shaped to match the wooden spoon that had spanked her.

“It looks a bit red,” I said, in a stranger's voice.

“I bet it was Beth,” Jenna said. “She hit harder than you.”

“Yeah.” Looking closer, I could see other marks from the spanking. “It must have hurt.”

“It did,” she said. She was quiet for a moment. “Can you kiss it better?”

My heart stopped. Very softly, I heard her say, “Please.”

How could I say no? I put my lips to the soft flesh of her ass—a gentle kiss, followed by another. My tongue slipped out and trailed around one of the red marks. I moved to the other cheek and repeated the action. One hand came up to stroke across her ass, smoothing down her thigh as I drew my tongue in a long line to her back. Jenna shivered. Both hands cupped her ass, massaging her.

Jenna whispered, "Daddy", in the exact moment that I caught the tart scent of her arousal on the air. One hand slipped between her thighs and found the mound of her pussy. I squeezed it, the flesh warm against my hand.

“Sit on the bed,” I said as I leaned back.

Jenna followed my instructions. She sat there, legs together, looking at me.

“Jenna,” I said. “You were a bad girl today, and that’s why you were punished. But this evening, at dinner, you were a good girl. And just like you get punished for being bad, I think you should be rewarded for being good.”

I put my hands on her knees and parted her legs. I moved into the space, keeping my eyes locked on hers. My fingers glided up her thighs to the hem of her t-shirt. I lifted it, hands grazing her ribs. Up and off until my stepdaughter sat naked before me. Jenna’s breasts were small, pink nipples quivered as I ran my hands over them. I kissed Jenna’s neck, collarbone and then down until I drew one nipple into my mouth, pressing it between tongue and teeth until Jenna’s back arched in pleasure.

I sat back, hands at the top of her thighs, thumbs massaging her pussy. Jenna opened her legs further, and the lips of her sex spread like a flower in bloom. I put a hand onto her chest and gently eased her back until she lay across the bed and I could raise her feet, nestling them against her ass. I opened Jenna, the soft glow of pink flesh glistened with arousal. I rested on her thigh, tracing my tongue up to her pussy and kissing her. Jenna whimpered as my tongue drifted over her labia. I kissed higher, finding a path through her lips to the bud of her clitoris.

“Oh!” Jenna gave a little jump. I kissed her clit, sucking it up between my teeth.  

“Aah!” Jenna writhed as I slid a finger into her, the tight grip of her wet pussy resisting the movement.

“Jenna?” I lifted my head for a moment. “Grab your pillow and bite it.”

Her hand flailed out, grabbing the pillow and sending her teddy sprawling on the bed until he lay next to her, staring at her as the girl he knew became a woman. Jenna put a corner of the pillow in her mouth and my next touch was a fingertip rotating across her clit.

“Rrrrhh,” she growled around the pillow.

I smiled, dipped my head down, and tasted her. Desire flooded out of her pussy, my tongue replacing my finger on her clit as I continued to slowly push it in and out of her.

“Uuuhhh,” Jenna pushed her hips up, grinding her clit on my teeth. She began to sob as I worked her pussy, opening more for me. I sucked, kissed, probed. Jenna arched her back, her body pulsating as her legs closed around me, trapping me in a hot cave of flesh.

“Aaahh!” She fell back, legs spreading wide. I lifted my face from her pussy, gasping for air as I raked my eyes over her body. A hot flush showed across her chest, rising to her neck as she pulled the pillow from her face. I kissed up her abdomen, found a stone-hard nipple and bit it gently. Jenna’s hands pulled at me. I smiled and rose to my feet.

My stepdaughter lay spread-eagled on her bed. I undressed slowly, giving her time to study the solid length of my cock. I reached down, easing her around until she lay along her bed. Jenna said nothing as I scooped under her ass and slid the pillow beneath her hips, angling them up towards me as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her thighs. I held my cock, smoothing the crown against her pussy, coating it in her juice. Jenna moaned as my hot flesh rubbed up to her clit and down again to her entrance.

I leaned in, my weight pushing my cock between Jenna’s lips. Resistance. Acceptance. Her mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ as my cock opened her. I sank deeper, resting above Jenna, the hot clasp of her pussy holding me in place until I gave a tiny thrust and she took more of me. Jenna’s arms came around my neck, her legs lifting instinctively. Movement by movement, I entered her, muscles clenching and relaxing, fluid engulfing me with heat.

“Daddy,” Jenna whispered as I lay upon her.

Our flesh joined, cool in places and hot in others. My hands ran from her hips to her shoulders. I held her and pushed.

“Aaah!” Jenna cried out, my cock driving deep into her.

My heart began to pound. The touch of her skin, the feel of her pussy, her breath, her words, her movements. I reached out, grabbed teddy, and pushed him into her mouth. Jenna bit hard on the fur. I withdrew, a long, slow move to savour every part of her sex. I began to thrust, slowly at first, my lips on her neck, my hands cupping her ass. Jenna grunted and panted, clawed at my back and urged me deeper, faster. Fire ignited at the base of my cock. I fought my urge to fuck her hard. Her legs hooked around my waist. My balls tingled.

“Uh. Uh. Uh.” Teddy fell from Jenna’s mouth as she began to gasp for breath.

Oh, god. Oh, god. Hot fluid filled my cock. I slid my hard length from Jenna with a sigh and looked down between us. My muscles clenched, and come shot out of my cock, spraying across Jenna’s stomach. Again. I grunted. Again. I bit back a shout of pleasure.  Again. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered. Again. It was all I could do to draw back from Jenna, her pussy gaped, and I found her clit again. I wasn’t gentle. I ground down on the bud this time until Jenna began to weep. She saw the teddy, put it to her mouth and screamed a muffled “Yes, yes. Oh, god, oh, god. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

I released her. Jenna fell back, staring blankly at the ceiling. I stroked her thighs for a time, unable to take my eyes from her sweet, slim body. Finally, a dreamy smile appeared on her face. I eased off the bed. She had a box of tissues on her dressing table, and I used a handful to clean her up. Jenna stroked her nipples as she watched me. When I was done, I said,

“I'd best get downstairs before your mom wonders where I am.”

“Okay.”

When I reached the door, she said, “Dad, if I’m a good girl from now on, will I get more rewards?”

I smiled. “Sure. That sounds fair.”

“There might be times I’m bad, and will need punishing, but I think I prefer being a good girl to a bad girl.”

“I think I like you better as a good girl,” I said.

“Thank you. Goodnight, Daddy.”

“Goodnight, Jenna,” I said. “Sweet dreams.”