The End?

Dinner and Chores

The family’s dinner was mostly silent aside from the constant gagging noises coming from underneath the table, where Faith was still throating Doug’s cock, and the quiet sobs of Holly trying to get used to the hard wooden chair against her thoroughly slashed buttocks. Isabel and Noelle both tried to keep their heads down and not do anything that could get them in trouble.

When they were finished eating, Doug rose from the table and pulled his daughter’s mouth off his dick. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. She yelped in surprise and pain as Doug dropped her unceremoniously on the floor, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young lady. I’m going to take a shower. One of you, clean her up so she doesn’t make more of a mess.”

He stormed out of the room as Isabel rushed to her daughter’s aid with a damp towel. She wiped the cum, spit, and vomit from Faith’s face while soothingly whispering into her ear. Holly and Noelle began to wash the dishes. Christian brought his own plate to the sink and gave Holly a smack on her bruised rear, causing her to cry out in pain. Grabbing the trash bag from the basket, he made his way out the front door to toss it into the bin out front.

The cold air nipped at his nose and threatened to freeze the snot right inside his nostrils. He shivered from just the quickest exposure to the frigid weather. Christian was about to head back inside when he heard the familiar sound of a whip cracking from across the street. He scanned the area, trying to pinpoint the origin of the noise. He paused on the house a couple doors down, where a naked girl was tied by her arms to the limb of a tree. Behind her, an older man, likely her father, was dressed in more weather-appropriate attire, including a puffy jacket and wool hat. In his hand, the man wielded a multi-tailed whip that he was using to rapidly paint ribbons of red marks across his daughter’s back.

WHAP

Each strike caused the girl to writhe and cry out in pain. Her body struggled against her restraints, trying to get away from the unrelenting hand of the discipline that was assaulting her back.

“Another fucking crash!” shouted the man. “How could you crash your car a third time in two months? I don’t know how the fuck you managed to even pass your driver’s license test.”

“Sorry, daddy,” hollered the girl, still wriggling back and forth.

“You’re an adult,” her father responded. “You can figure out your own way to pay for the damages. I’m done dealing with your dumb mistakes.”

WHAP

Christian would have stayed longer to enjoy the show, but the cold was quickly becoming unbearable so he rushed back inside to the inviting warmth of the house.