After Angie had slept over several times, she eventually stayed Monday through Thursday nights on a regr basis, returning home only on the weekend.


    One day, Jte had been negligent and left a full load of wetundry in the washer a week ago. By now it smelled moldy and might be ruined. Matt decided the time hade for the next level of instruction.


    At the end of the dinner meal he exined Jte’s carelessness. “Just like your prep school believes in the tradition of correction, so do I as head of this household. Clear the table. I expect you both in the study in five minutes.”


    “Jte, go into the living room and prepare yourself. Angie, get a flogger, quirt and tawse from the bottom drawer of the sideboard.” He noticed that she knew the meaning of all three words. Jte had exined all the toys that the girls had seen in online bondage movies. “Wait five minutes, then join us,” he said to Angie.


    When Angie entered the living room, Jte was standing in front of her father’s usual easy chair, nude except for ck stay-ups and shoes. Matt was in the chair, wearing shorts and sipping brandy. Legs spread, his daughter’s arms were raised and bound to a leather-covered, suspended horizontal bar, her turgid nipples crushed by heavy mps. Matt wanted to begin slowly and traditionally. “You may begin with six hard strokes on her ass with the flogger.”


    To the surprise of Matt and Jte, Angie’s first strike was indeed hard. Jte moaned for a moment at the harshness. By the sixth stroke, both girls were sweating considerably. “Take off your blouse and skirt,” hemanded Angie. Without a peep of objection, Angie obediently did so, turning her back to carefully fold her blouse and skirt and ce them neatly on the couch.


    When she turned back, she saw that Matt had ced his foot on the coffee table behind Jte and between her legs. Jte’s shaved mound was resting against Matt’s bare knee, rubbing against it. “Now use the quirt on her back,” he said. As Angie beganying into her friend, Jte began humping Matt’s knee more aggressively, no longer trying to minimize her groans and grinding movements. Her pelvis began pistoning against his bare skin as her head rolled around.


    The only sounds were the squishing of her drenched slit against Matt’s knee, the thwack of leather imprinting itself on the young slut’s skin, and Jte’s increasing groans. Angie moved to marking Jte’s thighs and increased the pace of the blows, trying to cover all of the shiny skin with livid marks. Jte came, uttering “Uh, uh, ahhh. . . uhhh. . .” repeatedly. When both girls stopped, Jte slid down her father’s angled thigh till she stopped at his waist, leaving a wide trail of pussy juice smeared across his thigh. Angie was amazed at how wet her friend was.


    “Angie, go to the kitchen, open a bottle of white wine, and pour a couple of sses for Jte and you.”


    “Yes, Matt.” In the kitchen, Angie had trouble opening the bottle but eventually managed. By the time she returned to the living room, Matt’s shorts and undershorts were lying on the floor. Jte was sitting, centered in Matt’sp, but had reversed direction and was facing Angie. Angie thought the position was called a reverse cowgirl. Jte was spread open: her knees were above and outside Matt’s thighs, her legs outside his calves. Her arms were still stretched to the horizontal bar overhead.


    A thin metal rod with mps on both ends connected her dark nipples, which were the length and diameter of two big erasers. Jte’s eyes were zed as she moved up and down on her father’sp, his hands on her thighs to help. Her bald pussy lips were open, shining with juice. Angie realized they were fucking, right in front of her eyes.


    “Angie,” Matt croaked. “Punish her front with the crop and quirt. Start on her thighs, move up to her belly and finish with her tits.” Angie lit into her friend’s widespread thighs, angry that Jte was fucking Matt instead of Angie doing him. Using the quirt, she enthusiastically applied a half dozen stripes to each inner thigh as Jte moved up and down more violently. Angie marked her slut friend’s belly heavily.


    By the time Jte was close to cumming, Angie had dropped the quirt, picked up the crop and shoved it straight between Jte’s open pussy lips. Not till then did sheprehend that Matt wasn’t fucking his daughter’s cunt, he was fucking her ass. The thought infuriated Angie. She surprised herself with the force she applied to Jte’s fat tits, striking the sweating flesh, making no attempt to avoid the brutally mped nipples as she pushed six inches of the crop into her craven friend’s wet tunnel.


    Jte loved being the center of her father’s and her friend’s attentions. She loved the crop up her cunt while Daddy’s fat cock was deeply into her ass. She screamed with pleasure at the crop dildo and uttered a strangled cry at the abuse of her tits and nipples. Angie let go of the crop and it waved obscenely as Jte’s pussy moved up and down. She came, Matt following soon afterward, shooting a huge load of spunk all the way up his daughter’s amodating ass.


    When he’d finished shooting, he pulled the dangling crop out of her cunt and gently pushed Jte off his cock. She slumped onto the floor at his feet, sprawling senselessly. Immediately, Matt’s jism streamed out of her ass. “That’s called a ‘creampie,’ Angie. And you did a fine job of discipline. Now, why don’t you help your friend go upstairs and clean up?”


    The cum from Matt’s cock had been dripping onto Jte’s sweaty neck. With his foot, Matt shoved his daughter so shey sprawled on her back, her face upturned. Angie stared at Matt’s dripping dick and the nasty way that his cum sshed onto his daughter’s chin and cheek. When she felt the hot cum stter onto her, Jte opened her eyes, seeing Matt’s cock, still hard, bobbing above her.


    “Daddy, there’s something else. We broke a dish in the kitchen, which we had to clean up,” she said.


    “Which dish?”


    “That expensive bowl you liked.”


    “That’s unfortunate. . . You said ‘we broke a dish.’ It sounds like you’re covering for Angie.”


    Jte nodded. Angie blurted, “I broke it, sir.”


    He nodded. “Then Jte will receive another punishment, for lying to protect you. And Angie, you’ll receive your own session for breaking the dish. Jte, let’s get started.”


    Matt pointed to a straight-backed leather chair whose top was waist-high. Jte staggered over to it and spread her legs. Angie, unbelievably excited, had begun to perspire lightly in the warm study. Finally, she’d get more of Matt’s attention. She’d show Jte that she could administer punishment as well as – no, even better – than Jte.


    Father and friend both stared at Jte’s high, tight ass. As they did so, the decadent daughter knew to spread her legs to the outside of the chair and bend over, thus opening her ass cheeks and exposing thebia that had visibly begun to moisten. Cum still dribbled from her distendedher ring, streaks and blobs of the thick white stuff marking the insides of her thighs.


    “Angie, take four cuffs out of the coffee table drawer and fasten Jte’s wrists and ankles.” The girl looked at him, startled. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned. Reluctantly, Angie removed four leather bands, kneeled and tightly attached her friend’s ankles to the rear chair legs.


    While Angie secured Jte, Matt, still nude, moved two heavy metal floormps in front of the chair. “Now unbutton her blouse, pull it off her shoulders but leave it draped over her back. And bind each wrist to amp.” He didn’t bother to exin that tying Jte’s wrists to themps kept her torso horizontal, providing easy ess to her chest. Cooperatively, Jte extended her arms and Angie stretched them to the floormps, her heavy tits hanging straight down above the chair seat. He noticed the proud, sophisticated expression on Jte’s face. Angie took every opportunity to steal nces at Matt, his semi-hard cock swaying as he walked around.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    “Good.” He handed Angie a bridle bit, the shaft covered with thick ck leather. In her nervousness, the novice almost dropped it. “Jte makes a lot of noise, so she prefers to be silenced.” Angie nodded and Jte opened her mouth wide, smiling nonchntly at Angie as proof of Jte’s greater experience. Angie fitted the gag between her friend’s thick lips and fastened the straps tautly behind the bound girl’s head.


    “Now watch carefully,” he instructed Angie, grabbing her arms and positioning her behind and to the side of Jte. He took a tawse from the drawer and asked his daughter, “Are you ready?” She nodded. He struck hard against her taut upper thighs as she jerked but remained silent. He looked at Angie who was staring at the reddening flesh, her eyes erged and her breathing heavier than before. He ced two more fierce strikes as Jte muttered in pain.