Yes, I stay. I really, really want Robert to be my husband!

The next day, you are in such a confused muddle! Robert is being so attentive, really, really attentive -- so exceptionally attentive -- and it seems like things are going so well with your relationship with him, that you can't imagine how it could be any better.

But those daughters of his are just so mean! Those two pranks they pulled on you were so awful, that you're not sure what to think. What does it say about a man who raises daughters that are so mean like that?

And how can you ever be respected in this household? Every last one of them have now seen you COMPLETELY naked, your bottom, your breasts, your pussy. Every time you walk amongst them, all you can think is how they're undressing you with their eyes, seeing you without a stitch of clothing on. And the boys are the worst! They all leer at you and go "tchik-tchik" with their tongues, as if there is some secret between you. And every time you blush with humiliation all over again!

Okay, so it's the third day of the extended weekend, you've decided to lay this to rest, once and for all. So you asked for all of the daughters together to talk it out. You told Robert about your plan, but asked him to just watch, in secret, from the next room, and not to interrupt, no matter what. You want to grill the daughters by yourself, on your own terms. Also, you think they'll admit something to you that they wouldn't admit in front of their father.

So, with your plan all set, you walk into the living room where the daughters are all gathered. Robert is carefully hidden out of sight, in the next room (his den), watching you through the louvers on the adjoining door.

You are 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).

"Jennifer, I'm glad you're here," Elizabeth said. Jane, Catherine, Amber and Kaitlin are all there.

"Thank you for gathering. I wanted--" you start.

"Did you steal my bracelet?" Elizabeth accuses.

"WHAT? No!" you say. "Why would I do that?"

"I think she did," says Jane.

"You were admiring it that first day we got together, 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," you say, suddenly terrified. "I didn't steal it."

"My husband Dave said he saw you walking out of the family quarters. Why else would you go there?" asked Jane.

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

"Are you accusing my husband of being a liar?"

"No! But..."

"But what?"

"It's okay, Jennifer," says Catherine standing up and stroking your arm. "Just give us the bracelet and everything will be okay. It's a very pretty bracelet, we don't blame you for wanting it."

Suddenly, Catherine and Jane grab your arms.

"Where is it?" Elizabeth demands. She seems really angry!

"I DON'T KNOW!! You have to believe me!" you cry.

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

"WHAT??" you stare at her, shocked.

"Even better," suggests Amber, "a NAKED spanking!"

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

"Excellent idea," says Elizabeth, reaching forward and tugging your cardigan off your shoulders. With Jane and Catherine's help, she easily pulls it off and throws it aside.

"Please! Stop!" you beg.

"I got the skirt!" says Kaitlin, who seems to be enjoying this a bit too much. She unzips your skirt and roughly tugs it down your legs.

"I have the panties!" says Amber, grasping your pink, stretchy lace thong and pulling them down.

"NOO!!!!" you cry, struggling and kicking (to no effect) as your pussy is exposed.

Jane and Catherine literally lift you off your feet so that Kaitlin and Amber can pull your skirt and panties off, which they throw onto the sofa.

"Shirt," says Elizabeth, pulling at your cute, pink ribbed tank-T. Jane and Katherine **** your arms up into the air so she can pull it off. "And now the bra!"

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

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

"Please no, please... noooooo.....!!" you blubber, not believing what is happening, as Jane and Catherine bend you over, your bottom making a tempting target in the air. "I... really don't know where it is!! Please, you have to believe meeee!!"

Bent over, Elizabeth does the first spanks with her bare hand.

"Where is it?" she shouts, spanking you, three times on each bottom.

More than the pain of the spanks, which are, in truth, not that painful, it's the humiliation of the moment that gets to you. You break down into sobs, being bent over, stripped and spanked by these awful daughters!

"I don't know..." you cry. Each spank causes your breasts to shake and wobble as they hang down in your bent-over position. You look up to the louvered door to Robert's office, wondering 'why doesn't he save me???'

"Let's spank her with her own flip-flop!" Amber says, scooping up one of your sandals which came off as they stripped down your thong. "Now tell us, Jennifer, where it is! We will keep spanking you until you tell us!!"

She proceeds to spank your bottom, over and over, alternating ass cheeks, as you cry and sob and struggle. The flip-flop is a LOT more painful than Elizabeth's bare hand and Kaitlin is having a grand old time paddling your bare bottom.

They pass you and the flip-flop around, each daughter spanking you until you are a runny, sobbing mess, reduced to begging for their forgiveness and offering to help turn the whole house upside down, even naked if you have to, in order to find the bracelet.

You see some movement behind the louvered doors to the den, but just as you think Robert is finally, going to come rescue you, Elizabeth stops everyone.

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

"WHAT?????" you say, but at this point you are just grateful that it's been found, and it was not your fault!! You feel a massive amount of relief flow over you. You sink to your knees as you are released.

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

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

"Are you okay?" Robert asks, dropping to his knees to talk to you, face-to-face. He strokes your cheek with a big, hairy hand.

"Yes," you say. "I'm okay."

You look down at his pants, which are tented. He's hard. You look him in the eyes.

"You are so amazing," he says, pushing you onto your back into the plush, shag carpet. You wince and squirm as your spanked bottom is pressed into the floor. He unbuckles his pants and pushes them down, his hard cock springing out. And it's already lubricated?? WAS HE MASTURBATING WHILE WATCHING ME FROM HIS DEN?? you wonder??

He spreads your legs and thrusts up inside of you, and you cry with pleasure as he pounds your pussy and grinds into your clit, grunting with pleasure, kissing your lips with his aggressive tongue, grasping and groping your breasts and pinching your nipples with his big, strong, calloused hands.

"ROBERT," you cry as the first of several orgasms hum through your body. "OH GOD, ROBERT!!"