I gather the sisters together.

This story happens after "Swimming at the Retreat" and "Dinner at the Retreat".

The next day, I was in such a confused muddle! Robert was being so attentive, really, really attentive -- so exceptionally attentive -- and it seemed like things were going so well with our relationship, that I just couldn't imagine how they could be any better.

He was everything I wanted in a man. Confident, secure, caring, great body, nice cock, super into me, and super horny.

But those daughters of his were so mean! Those pranks they pulled on me were so unconscionable that I wasn't sure what to think. What did it say about a man who raised daughters that were so horrible?

And how could I ever be respected in his household? Every last family member had seen me COMPLETELY naked (MULTIPLE TIMES!!), my bottom, my breasts, even my pussy! They saw it all. There were no more secrets! I even heard some of the teenage boys discussing whether I had two or three moles on my butt. Could anything be more demeaning than having teenage boys discussing birthmarks your naked ass?

And every time I walked among them, all I could think is how they're undressing me with their eyes, seeing me without a stitch of clothing on.

And the husbands were the worst! They would leer at me and go "tchik-tchik" with their tongues, as if there was some secret they were sharing. It made me blush with humiliation every single time.

So finally I decided to lay this to rest, once and for all. I asked the daughters to get together to talk it out. I told Robert about my plan, but asked him to just watch in secret, from the next room, and not to interrupt, no matter what. I wanted to grill the daughters by myself, on my own terms. My thinking was that maybe they'll admit something to me, face-to-face, that they wouldn't admit in front of their father.

With my plan all set, I walked into the living room where the daughters were all gathered. Robert was carefully hidden out of sight in the next room (his den), watching me through the louvers on the adjoining door.

I was wearing a cute, pink pleated skirt, some flip flops and a casual pink ribbed top under a thin white fuzzy cardigan (it was a chilly morning). All of the sisters were there.

"Jennifer, we're glad you're here," Jane said. What did she mean by that? I wondered. Whatever.

"Thank you for gathering. I wanted--"

"Did you steal my bracelet?" Elizabeth interrupted.

"WHAT? No!" I said, shocked. "Why would I do that?"

"I think she did," Catherine accused, with a sneer.

"You were admiring it that first day we got together," Elizabeth explained, "and now it's missing. It's okay, just tell us where it is and we'll forget it ever happened."

"I don't know where it is," I said, suddenly terrified. "I didn't steal it, I swear."

"My fiancée Ahmad said he saw you walking out of the family quarters. Why else would you go there?" asked Amber.

"I was never in the family quarters! Except on the first day when Robert gave me a tour!"

"Are you accusing Ahmad of being a liar?"

"No! Of course not."

"Then what are you saying?"

"It's okay, Jennifer." Catherine stood up and stroked my arm. Then Kaitlin joined her. "Just give us the bracelet and everything will be okay. It's a very pretty bracelet, we don't blame you for wanting it."

In a flash, both Catherine and Kaitlin grabbed my arms and held them tight! WHAT THE FUCK??

"Where is it?" Elizabeth demanded. She seemed really angry!

"I DON'T KNOW!!" I cried. "You have to believe me! Please!!"

"Maybe a spanking will help jog her memory?" Kaitlin suggested.

"WHAT??" I stared at her, shocked.

"Even better," suggested Amber, "a NAKED spanking! That'll teach her!"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? WHAT THE HELL??!!"

"Excellent idea," said Elizabeth, reaching forward and tugging the cardigan off my shoulders. With Catherine and Kaitlin's help, she easily pulled it off and threw it aside.

"Please! Stop!" I begged, feeling frantic and panicky. What the hell was going on??

"I'll get the skirt!" said Kaitlin, who seemed to be enjoying this a bit too much. She quickly unzipped my skirt and roughly tugged it down your legs, leaving it pooled at my ankles.

"And the panties!" Amber said, grasping my pink, stretchy lace thong and pulling it down, out of my ass crack, where it got stuck for a second, before snapping down and exposing my pussy!!

"NOO!!!!" I cried. I felt so violated!. I struggled and kicked (to no effect) as Catherine and Kaitlin grasped hold of me and literally lifted me off my feet so that Jane and Amber could pull my skirt and panties completely off.

"Oh, gross. Her panties are wet," Amber said, feeling them.

"Are you ENJOYING THIS?" Catherine asked. I could hear the nausea in her voice.

"NO! Of course not!"

"Shirt," said Elizabeth, pulling at my cute, pink ribbed tank-T. Catherine and Kaitlin **** my arms up into the air so she could pull it off. "And now the bra!"

Waisting no time, she pulled out a pair of scissors (wait... where did she get scissors??) and just snipped it off, first each bra strap, and then right through the band, running the cold blade right between my breasts to cut it loose.

HOLY FUCK. These girls meant business.

"Bend her over and we'll all have a spank until she admits she stole it and where it is!" Elizabeth commanded.

"Please no, please... NOOOOOOOOOOOO.....!!" I blubbered, not believing what was happening, as Catherine and Kaitlin bent me over, my bottom making a tempting target in the air. "I... really don't know where it is!! Please, you have to believe meeee!!"

Tears were streaming down my face now, my mascara ruined, as drops fell onto the carpet.

Elizabeth did the first spanks with her bare hand. Making me shout bloody ****. FUCK THAT HURT!

"Where is it?" she screamed, spanking me, three times on each bottom.

More than the pain of the spanks, which were, in truth, not that painful, it was the humiliation of the moment that got to me. I couldn't help it. I burst into heart-wrenching sobs, bent over, stripped and spanked by these awful daughters!

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know..." I cried, over and over. Each spank caused my breasts to shake and wobble as they hung down in my bent-over position. I looked up to the louvered door into Robert's Den, wondering 'why doesn't he save me???'

"Let's spank her with her own flip-flop!" Amber said, scooping up one of my sandals. They had come off with my thong. "Now tell us, Jennifer, where is it?? We will keep spanking you until you tell us!!"

The flip-flop was a LOT more painful than Elizabeth's bare hand!! I struggled a lot more, now sweaty and crying. My face was a runny mess, my whole body blushing beet red with the humiliation of this public shaming. Amber next passed the sandal to Kaitlin, who seemed to enjoy paddling me WAY too much!!

"Tell us!" they chanted. "Tell is where the bracelet is!!"

"I don't know!" I wailed. "Please believe me!!!"

They passed me and the flip-flop around, each daughter spanking me until I was a blubbery, ruined mess, reduced to begging for their forgiveness and offering to help turn the whole house upside down, even naked if I had to, in order to find the bracelet.

I saw some movement behind the louvered doors of the den, but just as I thought that Robert was finally, going to come rescue you, Elizabeth stopped everyone.

"Hey!" she said. "Oh my gosh! Look, everyone! The bracelet! It was in my pants pocket the whole time!!"

"WHAT?????"

I should have been furious, but at this point I was just grateful that it had been found and that it was not my fault!! A massive flood of relief flowed through me. I sank to my knees as I was released, face in my hands, crying and gasping.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Robert, FINALLY, barged into the room. "EVERYONE OUT!"

The daughters all scurried out of the living room, closing the doors behind them and calling out "We're so sorry, Jennifer! We'll make it up to you, we promise!!"

"Are you okay?" Robert asked, dropping to one knee. He stroked my cheek with a big, hairy hand.

"Yes," I said. "I'm okay. Just deeply, deeply humiliated."

I looked down at his pants, which were obscenely tented. He was hard. MASSIVELY hard. I looked him in the eyes.

"You are so amazing," he said, pushing me onto my back into the plush, shag carpet. I winced and squirmed as my spanked bottom was pressed into the floor. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. His hard cock sprang out. And it's lubricated?? WAS HE MASTURBATING WHILE WATCHING ME FROM HIS DEN??

He spread my legs and thrust up inside me, and I cried with pleasure as he pounded my pussy and ground into my clit, grunting with pleasure, kissing my lips with his aggressive tongue, grasping and groping my breasts and pinching my nipples with his big, strong, calloused hands.

"ROBERT," I screamed at the top of my lungs as the first of several orgasms shot through my body. "OH GOD, ROBERT!!"

THE END