Heather Mulqueany [Chapter 10]
by tiger_kitten_2025

10) 13 Years Old - Heather's Bedroom

After that first spanking Heather got up in her bedroom, her mom was noticeably kinder to her dad. She was more affectionate during the day and more 'available' at night than she'd been in years. She also gently suggested that Heather "probably needs another spanking" from time to time. This was actually wonderful for Jeff and even though he had originally been conscripted into his role, he was very content with the mechanics of their little family. He also was in a unique position to realize Heather and her mother were much more similar than either of them knew. They were two sides of the same coin. Heather's mom secretly loved knowing her daughter was being humiliated and hurt, and Heather craved that exact treatment.

This had led to near-weekly spankings up in her room with the belt. Since his wife really didn't ever ask what went on in Heather's bedroom he figured out he'd never have to lie. This made him more comfortable using the time to molest Heather prior to the spanking even with her mother right downstairs.

Heather's breast development was difficult to gauge visually, but Jeff could feel differences over time with his hands. Her nipples were slightly less puffy, and she had just a bit more to squish as time went on. Heather cooed at the nice touches but Jeff sometimes squeezed her little mounds hard or twisted her nipples like he was today. That would make her sore for days and helped create the bitter/sweet combination Heather needed.

Jeff's personal favorite detail of his daughter's naked body was her adorable little bush. While it had filled in a bit more over time the fine wispy light brown hair still barely had any curl yet and it was downy soft as he ran his fingers through it. He could pull on it to lead her around the room or force her up on to her tiptoes. Today he used a technique Heather hated where he grabbed a single hair and yanked it out suddenly. It made Heather yelp and her knees go weak whenever he did it. Even still, Heather adored the taboo attention her father gave her girl parts.

This was also a punishment though, so he couldn't make it too fun for her. After getting his enjoyment groping, he said "ok Heather. Enough fun and games. Show it to me". Heather groaned. She never got used to this part and she detested it. Jeff had found how it affects her quite by accident but now forces her to do it almost every time she is in her bedroom preparing for a punishment. She said "dad..." but didn't finish her plea. Instead she turned around bent at the knees and reached back to pull her butt cheeks apart. Jeff saw Heather's little crinkled hole. Heather shook with shame at having to expose her anus. Nudity had an edgy fun to it that she learned with the roofers, her uncle, and dad. She hated her 'yucky' butthole and having to display it halted the fun and threw a wet blanket over her arousal.

Jeff of course found this extremely entertaining. He'd make her spend several minutes holding her butt cheeks apart showing off her clean, but philosophically dirty, starfish. He could practically see Heather's slit get dry. He sometimes would rub around the edge of her butthole because she found it unnerving and made her toes scrunch up. Then he'd say "ok. Time for the belt." Heather would put her hands on her head and her father would cover her bare butt cheeks in welts and make her cry.

This ritual spanking in her bedroom provided both of them with what they both needed and wanted. It at least got them through that first tough teenaged year as Heather transitioned from a little girl to a young woman.