Chapter 6

Since the PJ party, Laney and Shannon were fighting--sending mean texts to each other. Lexi was well-aware of this rift. We talked to our girls, separately, about this. Both were entrenched in a bad attitude toward the other. It seemed intractable. As parents it was frustrating to see this.

Here’s the breakdown: My sweet daughter, Laney, was jealous watching me fuck Shannon at the PJ party. She told me Shannon was a “slut” who was using me to help her mom hook me. How Laney figured out Lexi’s scheme didn’t surprise me. She was right, of course. She didn’t know I was aware of the ploy but was also legitimately attracted to Shannon. I wanted her.

In turn, Shannon told Lexi that Laney was a spoiled, Daddy’s Girl--who had me under her thumb. She said that she was “full of herself” and teased me with her hot body.

When I spoke to Laney, she told me, “I JUST DON’T LIKE HER! I don’t HAVE to like her!”

This was a problem if Lexi and I were going to be married. So, what to do? Lexi and I came up with a radical fix for this. It was worth a try. It could fail big time or improve the situation.

Sometimes opposites attract. Sometimes not. Both girls were on the quiet side. Both had a lot to say if asked. Their brains were always alert and active! One noticeable difference between them was that Laney dressed modestly, downplaying her hot body. She didn’t seek attention in public. Shannon, on the other hand, dressed provocatively. She craved attention. She was sixteen and she was learning the power of attraction and seduction she had with men. Grown men. So, she liked being seen and admired. She liked men drooling at her young body. And she even liked girls checking her out. Both were early masturbators, sexually curious, and had a “special” physical relationship with their parent.

It was decided we should have our first “family meeting”. The purpose was aimed at the girls to clear the air, reset, and move on. However, how to get those results wasn’t clear yet. It might take more than trying to reason with them, to get along. It might require disciplinary action--spankings! Or if that didn’t work-- bondage! Their toxic attitudes were corrosive to this family. We couldn’t be unified if they were at each other’s throats!

Lexi and I decided to do whatever it took to get them to calm down.

We had “the meeting” last night. Things happened fast. I’m still trying to sort it out in my mind. We met at Lexi and Shannon’s at eight o’clock. On the way there Laney was quiet. She either stared out the passenger window or down at her cell. (Typical) Knowing the reason for this meeting made her act withdrawn. I didn’t expect her to budge from her anti-Shannon feelings without a struggle. I hoped it would be a good first step. (Lexi texted me that, likewise, Shannon showed no intention to improve things.) Both girls were so stubborn!

We entered their house. I embraced Lexi and kissed her on the lips. Laney said hi to no one in particular. She didn’t look at either of them. Lexi’s arranged the seating so that the girls would sit side by side on the couch. Well, “side by side” wasn’t what I saw. They sat on both ends of the couch--as far from each other as they possibly could. We sat across from them on a cushy love seat.

They dressed up for this. Their sexy, red lipstick and eye makeup looked hot. Both wore short miniskirts without panties! I got a hard on getting a good view of their bald pussies. I’m sure Lexi was aroused as well. She could see what I saw. Laney wore a tight, light blue crop top--and no bra. Her nipples were already long and hard. (I wondered if competing with Shannon aroused her.) The likeminded Shannon wore a tight, white crop top. She, too, was braless. Interesting that hey dressed alike. (But, why no panties? What was that about? Coincidence? Had to be, right?)

Lexi took a sip of red wine and started the meeting. “You two might be stepsisters someday. The way you’re both acting is wrong, DEAD WRONG!”

They kept silent, not looking at anyone, and showed no emotions. I kept my eyes glued between their thighs. (Dude, do you blame me?) I wanted to fuck them both. Lexi must’ve felt the same way. They had to know I could see their pussies--but did they want Lexi’s to see, too?

We hadn’t coordinated what to say or do beforehand. If Lexi had some plan, she didn’t tell me about it. I acted like I knew what was next. I relied on Lexi to take the lead.

“Look at each other,” she said. The girls half-heartedly side-eyed each other.

“No, REALLY look at each other!” Lexi said in a loud, stern tone.

That surprised them. They grudgingly turned their heads toward each other. It became a poker-faced staring contest. Neither would blink or break their gaze. This was a silent war of wills and false eyelashes.

Lexi spoke again.

“We think (She tapped my thigh to punctuate the “We”.) you two could be--good--for each other. This fighting crap has to stop!”

“It’s not gonna stop!” Shannon bitched back--keeping her gaze at Laney.

“You both need a good whippin’! What about THAT, girls?” Lexi said in Dominatrix-like voice. (This was a side of her I’d never seen.)

“Mom, do what ya fuckin’ do, like you always do. I ain’t gonna change for no one.” Shannon looked at me and opened her legs a little bit. (Was showing me more pussy her way to get me on her side?

Lexi, in a weary voice said, “Suit yourself, girly. What about you Laney? Do you feel the same way?”

Laney glared at her and then me. She looked at me as if she was thinking, “Why aren’t you defending me, Daddy?!!”

Lexi didn’t wait for Laney’s answer and demanded Shannon get up and lay across her lap--like she had since she was a little girl. Shannon broke her gaze and looked at us in defiance--but obeyed her mother. She got up, opening her legs as she stood up from the couch. (A full pussy shot!)

I was surprised how casually she obeyed her mom. Just as Laney obeyed me--usually. This wasn’t her first spanking. She lay over Lexi’s lap--her skirt was still on.

Shannon’s skirt hiked up as she lay over her mom’s lap. Lexi pulled the skirt up more for full access. Seeing her spankable bubble butt was fucking hot! Lexi didn’t waste a second and thrashed her repeatedly with an open palm. The sound of her hand slapping with great force was jarring. I was throbbing hard, watching and hearing Shannon scream out in pain. The stinging slaps turned her butt bright pink then red. She screamed and squirmed trying to break free, and cried out that she was sorry. (She wasn’t sorry). Anything to stop the pain.

Was this theater? Scripted? It was real, don’t get me wrong, but Shannon also knew what to say to end the spanking. Again--not her first time. It ended as fast as it began. Shannon lay limp over Lexi’s lap, whimpering. I could see hand imprints still visible. Her pink pussy was wet. Lexi looked at me to gage my reaction. My erection spoke for me. Shannon tearfully got off her lap and back to her end of the couch. She gingerly sat down as she wiped black tears streaking from her teen eyes. (Mascara)

Lexi said, “Come here Laney. You’re next!”

Laney looked to me for her rescue. I acted tough and said, “Do what she says.”

She assumed I would be spanking her, not Lexi. As her dad, I was “the enforcer” when I had no other choice. Erotic spankings were also part of our sex play, as well. The lines blurred between actual discipline for some infraction and sex play. And each resulted in sex. She got off when I spanked her butt while fucking her. (Pain = Pleasure, Pleasure = Pain). It ramped up the excitement leading to strong orgasms for both of us.

She put on a brave face as she laid over Lexi’s lap. She looked at me as if I betrayed her. This was the first time I allowed anyone to spank her. Lexi pulled up Laney’s short skirt and took a moment to marvel at her hot butt. She rubbed and massaged it as she lectured her on how unacceptable her behavior was with Shannon. A series of hard slaps followed! Laney winced and screamed out with each new blow! Lexi would not let up, either. She didn’t hold back. She spanked my Laney harder and longer than she had Shannon. It wasn’t fair, but I let it go on. I had to let Lexi do her thing.

As cool a daughter as she was, she was very spoiled. For years she used her pussy power over me to get anything she wanted. She teased me walking around the house in nothing but a thong and short t-shirt. (Come on, any dad would take notice. Would you, if you daughter did that to you?) By then I was already masturbating with her panties and giving her baths well beyond the normal cut off age. (When puberty started.) She was in my custody, and we were charting a new course for what a father and daughter could be or do in the consensual privacy of home.

If I’m being honest, it was good to see her get this spanking. She needed it.

After screams and tears and a strong orgasm (she later told me) she moved off her lap. Her aroused pussy left a huge wet area on Lexi’s lap and ran down her thighs as she stood up. She returned to the couch and carefully sat down. It was painful. Her butt had to be raw.

I read a fierceness in Lexi’s eyes. She wanted Laney. No doubt about that.

“You two gotta get along. Sit closer to each other,” Lexi said.

The teary-eyed girls were maybe feeling a bit more remorseful about their behavior. This bonded them. They had a common adversary in Lexi. And perhaps me to some extent. No one told them to scoot closer together and hold hands, but they did just that. (Is this what Lexi calculated? If so, big props to her.)

“Shannon, you should kiss Laney--on the lips,” Lexi said with a softer voice.

The girls looked at me as I nodded in agreement, and said, “I like where this was going,” As I spoke, Lexi’s hand massaged my erection--which the girls also saw.

“Just because we’re holding hands don’t mean we hafta kiss, ya know,” she said.

She knew that more spankings would follow if she didn’t kiss Laney. (When she was younger, Lexi demanded she kiss her latest boyfriend on the lips. She didn’t want to, but she had to. She made out with this dude and sucked his cock! He groped her young body with Lexi’s permission, while she watched. She hoped her generous gift would prove how much she loved him and some of the perks he COULD HAVE if he married her.

There would be many more “new boyfriends” she’d have to do this with in the months and years ahead. These dudes strung her mom along to get access to little Shannon. And then would break up with her. With me it was different. Shannon had deeper feelings for me. I was different. Nicer and sexier. And she told me she loved sucking on my big cock and fucking. She was a rabbit in heat with me. That had to count for something.)

Laney made the first move. She stroked Shannon’s blushed face and move close to her and kissed her on the lips. Shannon responded with passion. Laney became very assertive, dominating her. That was all it took to trigger THAT side of her. Watching them lashing their pouty lips against each other was striking. Laney was and is a great kisser. And she usually was the one who took charge--even with me. (She is the one who pulled my cock into her virgin pussy. She wanted it badly at fourteen! (I’d seen this aggressive side before when I spied on her seducing her girlfriends during sleepovers. Of course, I spied from her closet--with her knowledge.)

We planned those scenarios. It was so exciting to watch her eat her new friend’s juicy pussy. Other than her mother, I didn’t know if Shannon’s had had experiences with other girls. In any case, Laney was her teacher. She was in charge!

The girls kissed wildly for about twenty seconds and stopped. It felt a LOT better than they’d imagined. I found out later that they LOVED kissing each other’s soft lips. It felt different than with any guy. Pressing their breasts against each other, their nipples were hard! Arousal nectar dripped and drooled out of their pussies! Their clits were on fire!

“That was hot, girls. Do it again--but longer this time,” Lexi demanded.

Laney moved toward Shannon forcefully. Their tongue-lashing kiss was heated. Perhaps, this was a new battleground for them--to dominate and molest the other. Laney, I thought, couldn’t allow this sixteen-year-old to dominate her. They were fully engaged in an erotic trance.

“Ok, girls you can stop now,” Lexi said. She looked pleased, and I’m sure her pussy was soaked. But they didn’t “stop now”. Instead, they were deeply involved in their tongue dance. I wanted to fuck both of them SO badly.