Part III of Daddy's special punishment regime!...
“Just look at them, flaunting themselves like dirty little whores...” He growls under his breath. He spys on her through the venetian blinds, his girl with her slutty best friend, cavorting on the lawn without a care in the world. He watches intently as the two girls chase each other on the grass, all sky-larking and high pitched laughter, observing them; scantily clad in summer bikinis and outrageously short frilly skirts. Their slender young bodies brush against each other as they shamelessly horse around. He frowns as she grabs the garden hose and aims the spray at her companion, soaking her instantly. More hysterical laughter floats down the garden and through his study window, the sound making him bristle at such wanton behaviour. In his opinion their antics were inappropriate; attracting unwanted attention from the gardeners, the hired help.
“Must nip this in the bud...” He decides but not before feasting his beady eyes back on the girls once more as they wrestle for the hose...
They are supposed to be upstairs studying, not frolicking and this stokes his disapproval. It’s gone quiet he realises.Too quiet and he doesn’t like it one little bit. “What is that disobedient girl up to now?...”
Swiftly he leaves the study and makes his way outside to the summer house. Through the grimy window pane he is stunned by what he sees before him. The two girls are entwined, all glistening wet limbs, panting, pert barely concealed breasts touching. He takes great care not to reveal himself. He grows very stiff, an instant reaction to seeing them kissing and fondling one another in the seclusion of his summer house. He regains his composure, knows he has a duty, his stern disciplinarian persona alerting him to such despicable behaviour. Behaviour he knows is appalling. Surely he has strictly instilled higher moral values into his young girl? Yet here she is...
He makes his grand entrance, the wooden door to the summer house flies open, slamming loudly with the force. The two reprobates jump out of their naked damp skin and jump apart like two scalded cats; fear plainly visible on their flushed faces. They’ve been caught well and truly in the act.
