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 Title: Toy Poodles X2
By: Oneheavyhand@hotmail.com


Keywords: Mf(10), first-time, Oral, Spank

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   Toy Poodles X2





   Megan rushed about the kitchen trying to finish breakfast as I sat
calmly drinking my morning coffee.  The girls tied up the bathroom for half
an hour every morning to take their showers and brush their teeth while
Megan ran about like a rat in a maze trying to make sure nothing was left
undone.



   "Honey!" she finally asked in an exasperated voice.  "Could you please
go tell the girls to hurry up?"



   I dutifully headed down the hall in search of our wayward children. 
Like most families we had our house rules.  And in this house we had a
strict rule that no one enters a closed door without knocking.  It was a
good rule and one I wanted my girls to follow, so like most mornings I
raised my hand to knock on the bathroom door.  Unlike most mornings I
noticed the door slightly open and instead of knocking I gave it a little
push.



   The five year old was sitting on the toilet and saw me first, her high
pitched voice squealing "Daddy!" as her older sister spun towards the door.
It had been some time since I had seen Shaolin in any real state of nudity.
I had changed her many times as a baby, and bathed her up till she was six.
But as she got older she stopped needing help and soon after I was banned
from bath time.



   Four years made a lot of difference in Shaolin.  She was now as tall as
her mother having taken after her dad.  But the rest she took from her mom
as I now realized more than ever.  I was pushed out only a second later as
she echoed her little sisters protest, but I had already seen more than I
should have.



   She's my daughter I had to tell myself, not my wife.  But the look on my
face must have said something more when Megan pushed past and then stopped
to look at me.



   "Something the matter?"



   "Ah no, not really." I lied.  "You know it's about time Shaolin got a
training bra."



   "Ok, I'll take her to Wal Mart this weekend."



   The conversation was cut short and soon forgotten as the girls made
their way out of the bathroom and into the kitchen for a hurried breakfast.
Then it was off to job one for me, and the first classes of the day for
Megan and the girls.  As usual by the time I made it home from my second
job the girls were asleep and Megan was deep into her studies.  I quietly
checked in on the girls then made my way to bed.



   I had just laid my head down and turned off the light when Megan came in
and snuggled up beside me.  After a minute or so of quiet comfort Megan
spoke up, asking "What made you notice?"



   "Notice what?" I asked groggily.



   "Shaolin."



   "Oh that, she was in the bathroom without her top on."



   "You peeked?"



   "No, the door was open.  I was just sticking my head in to tell them to
hurry it up."



   "And she happened to be nude."



   "No, just topless.  Where is this going anyway?" I asked, my voice
quivering as I started to get upset.



   "Oh don't be such an old fart!" Megan exclaimed as she gave my shoulder
a love tap.



   "She's my daughter!" I said as I rolled over coming face to face with
Megan.



   "No, she is my daughter." Megan said with a big grin on her face.  "And
face it, you liked what you saw."



   "She reminds me of you when we first met." I sighed.  "I just can't
believe how much she looks like you."



   "Mhm!  Couple more years and she will be fighting the boys off."



   I chuckled thinking Shaolin wouldn't have to wait years if she kept on
her current track.  "She's going to be trouble for someone, that's for
sure."



   Megan gave me a good night peck on the cheek and rolled from the bed.  A
few seconds later stopping in the light of the door and turning back to me
saying, "You know she thinks the world of you.  Maybe you need to have the
talk with our little girl."



   The following Saturday Megan took Shaolin to Wal Mart returning a few
hours later with a smug smile on her face.  A short time later Shaolin
plopped down beside me saying, "Mom said I had to ask you." And then held
up a plain white bra while asking, "Do I really got to wear it?"



   "You're a growing girl." I answered.  "Might as well get used to it."



   "But it feels funny!  And it's scratchy and tight."



   "Shaolin, just give it time sweetie.  Put it on and you'll get used to
it in no time.  That is why they call it a training bra."



   "But dad!" she continued attempting to change my mind.  "I don't even
need it."



   "Yes you do."



   "Why?"



   "I told you, you're a growing girl."



   Shaolin dropped the bra in her lap and began to pout.  Then added "I
don't want to grow."



   "Shaolin, there are some things you can't stop.  Now go to your room and
put the bra on.  And give it chance I'm sure it's not all that bad."



   Shaolin hopped up onto her feet with her arms crossed and the bra
hanging from her fisted hand.  Megan, who had been watching the whole thing
from the kitchen door, came in and waved a hand into the air telling
Shaolin, "Up!  You heard him.  Now let's see how they look." It was then
that I noticed Megan had a handful of bras for Shaolin to try on and she
intended to do it right there in the living room.



   Megan had our daughters blouse up and over her head before I could say a
word.  The sight of her lovely little breast drew my eyes like a moth to a
flame.  The short nub like nipples made me suddenly thankfully I was in
long pants.  Had I been in shorts Shaolin would have seen something I could
only hope she wouldn't be seeing for quite a few more years.



   When I was finally able to pull my eyes away from my daughter's chest I
noticed the playful twinkle in Megan's eyes.  The moment I Realized Megan
was using Shaolin as some form of perverted foreplay I knew I should put a
stop to it.  But I also knew if I got upset at this point the girl could be
marred for life.  All I could do was settle back and try my best to look
uninterested until my wife tired of flashing our daughter's tits my way.



   After dinner that evening I finally caught Megan alone as she was coming
out of the bathroom.  "Think that was funny?" I asked as I pushed her back
in and kicked the door closed behind us.



   "It wasn't?" she asked as I pinned her to the wall.



   "No, it wasn't.  You embarrassed her!"



   "She was not.  She knew what she was doing, and you liked what you saw!"



   Megan's big beautiful eyes begged me to disagree but I couldn't.  For
all I had practiced this moment all I could muster was "its wrong."



   "Why?  She wasn't hurt and you got an eyeful.  What's wrong with that?"



   I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths as I tried to keep control
of my own emotions.  I just couldn't see how she could think that way given
the situation of her own childhood.  "She's too young for one thing." I
calmly said when opened my eyes.  "And she's my daughter."



   "Will, have you not been listening?  Wake up big boy `cause your little
girl has been flirting with you for months."



   "You don't think!  At her age!" I exclaimed as Megan took hold of my
hands.



   "Why not Will, she's already begun experimenting.



   "Poodle, daddies don't screw their kids."



   "Some do." She replied without hesitating.  "It's not as unusual as you
might think."



   "If that was true it wouldn't land folks in prison for five to ten."



   "Dan was the best teacher I could have ever had.  He wasn't just trying
to get a nut or experimenting like some little kid.  He was slow and gentle
when I needed him to be."



   I wasn't sure what to say as a heartbeat later Megan sighed and said
"And Will, I told her about Dan."



   The silence that followed was deafening.  I had always known she would
have to be told some day.  I just never thought through when, or what I
would do when that day came.



   "She knows I'm not her dad?"



   "You are her dad!  You'll always be her dad.  I told her the rest."



   "Why the hell would you do that?"



   "I couldn't.  It just wouldn't feel right."



   "Will, listen up!  I'll say it slow.  Shaolin is not going to wait. 
I've heard her and her girlfriends talking and I know they've been testing
the waters.  And Will, they all think you're hot, even Shaolin!"



   "But!  That's not the same.  I mean so she thinks I'm hot, that don't
mean she wants me to fuck her."



   "Yes it does silly!" she said playfully.  "She really thinks the world
of you Will.  Think about it ok?"



   She waited for me to nod then left me to think.  I loved my daughter and
couldn't bring myself to believe that such a relationship would do anything
but hurt her.  But Megan had a sound argument; learning from a class mate
could be dangerous these days.



   Megan was thrifty but firm about a few things, one being her children
would not wear the same clothes from the prior year, and they wouldn't get
hand me downs.  So every year at the beginning of summer Megan took the
girls down to get new swim suits from our local Wal Mart.  So it was this
year like every other.  Except today my girls skipped the normal we're home
kiss on the cheek and headed straight to their bedrooms.



   That was rectified a few minutes later when Megan walked into the living
room to show off her new bathing suit.  I thought my eyes would fall out of
my head.



   "Ladies and Gentlemen!" she started.  "Welcome to our summer pageant. 
First on the runway this year we have a lovely light blue two piece
straight from the beaches of France."



   Megan was indeed dressed in a light blue two piece swim suit.  Though I
doubted it came from France.  The suit or lack thereof looked like it
belonged on the pages of a Victoria Secrets catalog.  The top was literally
nothing more than a three inch wide band of cloth covering little more than
dark rings around her nipples.  And the bottoms where literally nothing
more than matching blue string with a thin triangle meant to just keep it
legal.



   Megan strutted across the room as if walking down the runway, stopping
in the center of the room on each pass to give me the 360 view then moving
on with a wave of her hips.  When she had made her two passes she stood off
to the side and announced our second model of the afternoon.



   Mary came around from behind the couch doing her best to imitate her
mother's strut while giving me an eyeful of what I normally called trailer
trash.  My five year old had on something that looked oddly like her
mother's swim suit but in peach.  The frilled cloth tied together in a
little knot and covered nothing more than her mothers had.  The pants were
slightly more conservative though still far more revealing than I would
have preferred.



   I gave Megan a questioning look as our little girl took her place beside
her mother.  Getting just a smile in return I clapped my hands as if part
of a huge crowed and waited for Shaolin to take the mock stage.



   Shaolin pranced into the living room wearing a suit that looked like it
was made from strips of the American flag.  Each of the thin strings
holding the piece together had been dyed red, white, and blue then attached
to two very small triangles made to cover a woman's breast.  I had seen
similar tops before, but never one whose triangular strips of cloth were no
bigger than a half dollar.  Like her mother, Shaolin's bikini bottoms were
nothing more than ribbons holding a string of cloth between her ass cheeks
before opening up to cover the slit of her pussy.



   Shaolin was joined in the center of the room after making her second
pass, the ladies giving me one more 360 then waiting for my applause to
finish.



   "You like it daddy?" Mary asked in her innocent little voice.



   My smile grew warm and fatherly as I took her into a hug and gave her a
little kiss on the cheek.  "It's lovely sweetie."



   "And mine?" Shaolin asked excitedly.



   "Yes sweetie, it's as beautiful as you."



   Shaolin ran over and plopped down on my lap giving me a bear hug as she
kissed my cheek.  Electric shocks ran up my bare legs and straight into my
cock as my daughter suddenly wiggled her body.  Knowing or not she had
wiggled her butt just enough to push the hem of my shorts up until the tip
of my already hard cock was touching her naked flesh.  It was all I could
do to remember this wiggly little girl was an innocent bystander in some
perverted game her mother was playing with me.



   The girls lived in those suits the rest of the day leaving me to deal
with a near constant hard on.  I wasn't even able to talk to Megan about
the suits until the girls were in the shower.



   "I hope you got them a suit to wear in public." I said as I cornered my
wife in the kitchen.  "They can't be going to the beach in those."



   "Why not?  There were dozens of girls their ages at the store buying the
same bikinis."



   "Poodle, I know what you're up to."



   "Do you?  Well let me tell you something Mr.  Smarty pants, Shaolin
asked to go to the mall, she asked to try on the bikini, and she chose it
without any help from me."



   "You should have said no."



   "And ruin her special moment?" she asked, my sensitive ears catching the
sly "I know something you don't." tone in her voice.



   "I don't like the sound of that." I replied as I looked down on Megan
and her shit-eating grin.



   "Looked like you liked the feel of it." she said under her breath and
then slipped away under my arm before I realize what she meant.



   "Megan!" I called as I chased after her.  "This isn't fair, you know how
I feel."



   "It isn't about you." she came back as she plopped onto the couch.  "Not
entirely anyway."



   Megan turned the sound up on the TV to drown out any further discussion.
Only a smile crossing her face to let me know she'd heard me when I said,
"One of these days you're going to get a real whipping."



   The fight between the morals instilled in me as a child and the
curiosity of a perverted man began that night when I looked in on my girls
to find them both lying atop the sheets still wearing their skimpy bathing
suits.  Had Megan not told me of my daughter's infatuation with me I would
have simply covered the child up and thought nothing of it.  But as I
looked down at Shaolin's near naked body I couldn't help but wonder what
pleasures her little body could bring.



   Megan was already in bed the following night when I got in from work.  I
was taking a little me time and after mixing up a Rum and Coke sat back to
watch a bit of the late show when Shaolin came walking in and rubbing her
eyes.



   "Didn't mean to wake you." I said as I moved aside to let her sit.



   "It's Ok." she half murmured and lay her head against my shoulder as she
pulled her legs up onto the couch and tucked her feet in beneath her.



   It wasn't long before I was feeling relaxed and the long day began to
take hold of my eyelids.  I was deep into a dream in no time.  I dreamt I
was a professional cliff diver in Acapulco.  Every time I dove into the
water below a different girl would give me a kiss, and every time I won a
tournament I was given a new girl to bed.



   I was deep into screwing the tightest little whore the world had ever
produced when I suddenly woke.  Megan had never given me reason to have a
wet dream, and the few times I had she'd made sure to let me know I should
have woke her.  This time was different, my cock was not only rock solid
but wet!



   As I looked down my body jerked with the first convulsions of my orgasm.
Nature took its course, my hot sperm spewing from the tip of my dick to
catch Shaolin by surprise.  With her tongue coated in my warm seed she
backed off and covered my spewing organ with her free hand.



   Shaolin was looking for someplace to ditch the handful of sperm when she
looked up and realized I was awake.  The look on her face as she looked up
at me was that of a confused and scared child.  Her voice quivering with
both excitement and fear as she stuttered "I'm sorry daddy!"



   I could see the tears starting to flow from her eyes and knew I had to
head them off before she broke out into hysterics.



   "It's ok sweetie." I said and reached over to pull her to me.  "It's
ok!"



   "I didn't mean to." she mumbled into my chest bringing a smile to my
face.



   "Darling, it's ok." I said pushing her away so I could show her I wasn't
upset.



   "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted to make you happy like Sally
does her daddy!" Shaolin stammered as she held up her hand to show me the
white goo she still held on to.



   "Lucky bastard!" I thought to myself.  "But girls shouldn't be making
their daddies happy like that."



   "A lot of girls do, Mommy even said so."



   I knew were this was going and I wasn't comfortable with it at all. 
"It's late." I said as I looked up at the clock above the T.V.  "Tell you
what.  Let's keep this our little secrete ok?"



   Shaolin nodded and gave me a hug before climbing off the couch and
bending over to give me a kiss.  Expecting to get my normal peck on the
cheek I was surprised when Shaolin turned my head and planted her lips on
mine.  Her face seemed to glow as she ran off to bed and whatever dreams
filled her happy little heart.



   I debated telling Megan, deciding to lay cuddled up to her ass instead
of waking her.  I wanted to discuss what Shaolin had said, but I wasn't
ready for another argument I would only loose.



   Friday Shaolin was slow getting ready for school and complaining of
stomach pain.  Megan the mother she was, decided the girl was in no
condition to go to school.  As it was my turn to take care of the sick and
wounded Megan sent Shaolin back to bed while I took an ass chewing from
work over the phone.



   I fiddled around the house, watched a little T.V.  and peeked in every
so often to make sure my little girl was doing ok.  By lunch she was
looking and acting her chipper self once more and begging to get out of
bed.



   "I dunno, you still look a little green to me." I said jokingly as I ran
the back of my hand over her forehead.



   "I'm fine.  See no temperature or nothing!"



   "Hmm.  Maybe I should get out the thermometer." I said as I took a step
back and acted the concerned parent.  "Where's mommy keeping that thing
at?" I said as I headed towards the door.



   I returned a minute later with the old thermometer we had used on Mary
up till last year along with a half used jar of KY jelly.  As soon as
Shaolin saw the jar her eyes grew twice their normal size.  "That's not the
one!" she said as I popped the lid off.



   "Well it's the one I found so roll over and drop em."



   "Daddy!"



   "You want to watch T.V.?" I replied to her unspoken objection.



   With a huff Shaolin rolled to her stomach and shoved her PJ's down to
her knees.  As I lubed the thin glass tube I took in the half-moons of her
raised ass thinking perhaps she was even cuter than her mother in that one
way.



   "This would be easier if you spread your legs some sweetie." I cooed
softly and then watched as moved her feet to either edge of the bed.



   Reaching out I gently spread the fleshy mounds to reveal Shaolin's
perfect little rosebud.  It seemed to be pulsing in anticipation, the tight
flesh puckering even before the cold tip came in contact with her warm
flesh.  I was suddenly imagining the tube was my cock and the thin three
inches piece of glass was my thick cock slipping effortlessly beyond the
tight onramp to her Hershey highway.



   I was lost in the vision, my fingers roaming of their own accord until.
I was literally drooling as I pulled her cheeks aside to look down at the
fuzz covered mounds of her picture perfect pussy.  And oh how hard my cock
had grown in my pants.  My mind numbed with passion I slid my finger down
the gentle curve from her ass hole to the glistening opening of her wet
cunt.  And then she moaned.



   As simple as that the spell was broken and I was a father again.  A
father who was touching his daughter in all the wrong places.  I was
horrified, both at my actions and the pleasure she was taking in it.  I was
on my feet in a flash saying how sorry I was and begging her to forgive me.



   Shaolin looked confused as she rolled half over exposing herself from
the front as she reached back and pulled the thermometer from her butt. 
"It's ok daddy." she said as she looked at the silver line, "See no
temperature."



   She was being coy, there was no way even at her age she didn't know what
I had just done.  "I'm sorry sweet, I promise I didn't mean to touch you
there.  Just don't tell mommy ok?"



   Shaolin's face brightened as if some light bulb had just gone off in her
head, then rolled up to sit with her legs splayed over the edge of her bed.
I couldn't help myself but look at the creamy white mounds so flagrantly
exposed between her legs as my daughter giggled and said, "Oh, that!  Its
ok daddy, I liked it."



   I felt a bit of relief sweep over me knowing I hadn't upset her, but I
was still scared she might tell.  "That's good sweet heart.  But we don't
need to be telling Mommy or your friends, ok?"



   "Umm, Ok!  But mommy's going to know anyway."



   It was my turn to wear the look of confusion, "Why would she know?"



   "The cameras." Shaolin answered in her 'as if you didn't know already'
tone.



   "What camera's sweetie?" I asked, my eyes following her finger as she
pointed to the motion sensor in the corner of the room.  There were sensors
in every room, left over from the houses previous owners.  Not having the
money to actually have them monitored they only served to scare off anyone
who might thing about breaking in.



   "Darling those are not cameras.  They just tell us if someone's moving
around in the house."



   Shaolin looked like she was about to cry as she claimed, "I'm not lying
daddy!"



   "Sweet pee, I didn't say you were.  But darling your mother and I aren't
spying on you.  I think I would know, don't you?"



   Shaolin looked unconvinced though she nodded obediently.  "See sweetie,"
I said as I reached up and took hold of the sensor.  "No wires."



   Shaolin smiled, her sweet little voice crying out "See!  See!" as I
pulled the sensor and two foot of wire from the wall.  I wasn't just upset
now, I was furious.  Why in the hell had Megan not told me about the
cameras, and how in the hell had she paid for them in the first place.  I
wanted answers, but I didn't want to upset Shaolin any more than I already
had.



   "I'm sorry darling, I'll have a talk with your mother about this." I
promised as I shoved the wires back in the hole they had come from.  "In
the meantime I'm going to leave it, Ok?"



   Shaolin shrugged her shoulders as she took a seat on her bed.  I felt
really bad seeing her so unhappy.  She hadn't been doing anything wrong and
here I was giving her the fifth degree.  I knew just how to turn her frown
upside down.  Without warning I fell on her, my fingers finding their way
beneath her top to tickle the firm flesh of her belly.  The tickle fight
was on, the two of us tickling one another until we lay on the floor with
Shaolin screaming for me to stop before she peed her pants.



   The two of us sat watching television for the remainder of the
afternoon, or, Shaolin watched television as I sat beside her searching the
net.  I was to find a few things out about Megan's little spy camera's. 
One was who the manufacture was of the camera Megan had installed in our
girls room, and that the camera package came with four more just like it.
And the premium package included a recorder and wireless transmitter that
allowed the homeowner to check the cameras through an internet connection
and special software.



   Megan skirted around any real conversation through dinner and the
evening's movie.  She knew I'd found her camera and she knew I was
seriously upset.  It wasn't until time for bed that Megan ran out of
excuses not to talk to me, though that wasn't the end of her defenses. 
Megan first fell back on her innocent child act, a tactic that almost
always worked on me.  When even that didn't work she turned to old
faithful, sex.  Even that wasn't going to work, though I can't say it was
easy to turn down.



   Megan gave in telling me, "It was just after you started working so
late. You remember when I wanted the dog and you said it was just another
mouth to feed."



   There was no apology, not even in her tone and that only served to piss
me off even more.  "Bull Shit Megan!  The system you have is still on the
market.  That was years ago."



   "I updated it."



   "Twelve hundred dollars' worth of update.  And why didn't you tell me.
You were spying on me Megan!  And what about Shaolin, what have you been
telling her?"



   I was a bit hot under the collar and it showed as I lay out how I felt
about all Megan had done.  Perhaps it wasn't really all that much as some
would see it, but to me it was a grave full of deceit and lies all covered
in the defiling of our child.  I guess I should have seen it all coming
with what she had gone through as a child, and in hind sight it was a bit
over the top to put it all on Megan.  But at the moment and as far as I was
concerned, Megan had played me and Shaolin in the worst of ways.



   With it all out in the open all Megan could do was apologize through the
tears rolling down her face.  And all I could do was roll over and give her
the cold shoulder.  To be honest I had rolled over so I wouldn't give in
and as much as I wanted to comfort her I knew I couldn't.  I couldn't kiss
and make up and I couldn't watch her cry.  It was nearly an hour before her
sobs stopped echoing through my ears and I fell asleep feeling like a Cad.



   Megan was already up and had breakfast ready when I climbed from bed the
next morning.  As soon as she saw me down the hall she tossed her laptop
aside and as I came out of the bathroom she was waiting with a hot cup of
coffee in hand.  "William." She said as I tried to push past.  "Please, I'm
sorry.  You were right I didn't think..."



   "No you didn't!" I interrupted as I tried to look past her.  It wasn't
that I didn't want to look at Megan, to the contrary I did.  I loved seeing
her just after a shower with her hair all tied up in a towel.  She always
used one of the old white towels for that, and coupled with the plush white
robe I had given her the prior Christmas she simply looked beautiful.  What
had my attention however was the screen on her laptop and the bed that
looked all too much like my own.



   Realizing the picture was actually video I pushed past Megan exclaiming,
"What the Hell!  You couldn't stop for one fucking day!"



   "No Will, that's what I want to tell you." Megan said as she ran past
and picked up the laptop.  "I wanted to show you I never meant to hurt
anyone."



   Megan turned the computer so I could see the screen as she ran through
all five camera's including the now blank one from our daughter's room.  I
felt all the worse as the views told the original story of her intent and
were focused not on any of our beds but the windows and doors.  Camera one
had the front of the house and driveway covered from inside the porch
light. Two was stationed in the living rooms motion detector, and though
the picture covered nearly the whole room it was pointed towards the front
door.  Camera three was pointed at the window to the Master Bedroom which
the bed was situated just below, and four was now black.  Finally camera
five came across the screen to show the back yard as seen from a foot or so
off the ground.



   "You could have done all this last night." I said as I grasped for
straws.



   "I couldn't have crawled through the rafters and under the house last
night without you noticing."



   "Ok.  Maybe you had good intentions, I'll give you that.  But that
doesn't change anything."



   Megan's lips trembled as she fought to keep control of her tears. 
Sitting down she put the computer off to the side and sighed.  "When I
heard Shaolin and her friends talking it brought back memories.  And then
when I saw what Shaolin and her friends were doing.  Oh Will I just wanted
her to be happy and I screwed everything up!"



   The tears began to flow and my heart melted.  "Poodle!  It's not that
bad." I started only to have her shake her head vigorously from side to
side.



   "No!  I screwed everything up.  I broke our trust and I could have put
you in jail."



   "But I'm not in jail."



   Megan's face fell into her upturned palms, words I could not make out
flowing between the muffled sounds of her sniffles and sobs.  About that
same time the opening of a door down the hall alerted me to the kids being
up and this wasn't something I wanted them seeing or hearing.



   "Sweet, the girls are up." I said softly then helped her to her feet. 
"Get cleaned up and I'll serve breakfast."



   Megan was back to her old self when she came out for breakfast, the only
indication of our argument being the little looks of remorse she kept
sending my way.  As we cleaned up the dishes I got an idea I hoped would
make her feel a little better and sent her to talk to Shaolin.  "I'm sure
we would all feel better if this was out in the open." I told her as she
wiped her hands on her apron.



   Ensuring Mary was preoccupied with the cartoons and her milk I pulled
Shaolin and Megan into the girl's room and had them sit face to face across
from one another.  Then acting as master of ceremonies I opened the
discussion by telling Shaolin that no one was upset at her and she had done
nothing wrong.  I treated her like I would any adult, telling her she was
welcome to say whatever she felt but first her mother had something she
needed to say.



   Megan was almost in tears again when she croaked, "I'm sorry.  I did
some very bad things." then preceded to tell Shaolin how she should have
stayed out of her business and how she would never spy on the girls again.
Of course Shaolin had already known about the camera so that just rolled
right off her back as they say, but Megan didn't stop there.  Megan had
told Shaolin a little about who her daddy was, but now she told Shaolin the
whole story.



   It was about the time that Megan was telling Shaolin about the childhood
beatings that I backed out of the room.  Not because I was insensitive but
because this was about Megan and Shaolin and how Shaolin came to be.



   A half hour later I was called into the girl's room to find Megan and
Shaolin sitting side by side with smiles on their faces and nothing else. I
guess it was at that moment that I fully understood my own desires.  The
sight of my naked lady side by side with my naked 10 year old daughter made
short work of any misconceptions I may have had about my perversions.



   "Everything alright?" I asked, the two nodding as I took a seat across
from them.  No sooner had my ass hit the bed than Shaolin jumped up and
crossed the small room, her arms circling my neck and her lips pressing
against mine.  I was shocked but happy and warmly hugged her back until she
pulled away and smiled lovingly.



   "You're always going to be my daddy!" she claimed giving me another hug.
The hug lasted a near uncomfortably long time before Shaolin pulled her
head from my shoulder and whispered, "And you're not bad like mommy's
daddy! You're nice and I'm glad you're my daddy." I love you and I'm sorry
if I made you do things."



   "Oh no!  Sweetie, you didn't make me do anything.  I love you so much."



   "Really?"



   "Mhm!  Really." I said as I gently pushed her off me.  "Now would
someone mind telling me why you two are naked?"



   "So you can spank us!" Shaolin said as she backed off and Megan pulled
one of Shaolin's belts from under the covers.



   "You didn't do anything wrong darling." I said looking at Shaolin. 
"Your mom deserves more than a whipping, but you just did what she told
you."



   Shaolin shook her head then looked back at her mom for support.



   "It was her decision." Megan said confidently.  "She knew it was wrong
to touch you while you were sleeping."



   "And I hid the other thermometer." Shaolin confided.



   I had been duped.  Megan had been right when she said Shaolin was
testing the waters.  Was this now a test of some sort, a test the two had
come up with to see how I would react.  "Very well." I said taking the belt
and standing up.  Shaolin looked a little surprised, her lovely little eyes
growing twice their normal size before giving me a weak smile.



   "You too Megan." I said, adding "You know the position."



   If the play spankings I had given Megan over the years had been a turn
on, this was over the top.  My dick had stiffened the instant my eyes laid
on the sight of these two beautiful asses raised in homage.  Petrified wood
could have been no harder once I glimpsed their sweet brown eye winking
from between their stretched cheeks.  I simply could have seen no sweeter
sight than the puffy hairless clams stuck firmly between the girls restless
legs.  I had only dreamed of ever seeing such a thing, Mother and Daughter
side by side waiting daddy's rule.



   The blows that landed on Shaolin's wiggly little ass were little more
than love taps, the worst of which was the snapping of the belt as it hit.
Megan got it a little worse as I knew she was not averse to a good spanking
now and then.  And she might have gotten even more had my balls not begun
to ache.



   "Alright.  I said as the two stood back up.  "If everyone's been
properly punished Daddy sure could use something to get rid of his
headache."



   A minute later I was lying on my back atop my youngest's bed, my pants
drawn down around my ankles as mother taught daughter the finer art of
pleasing daddy.




   ...