by Writing Shark
You make things clear to your family
You don’t let go of your daughters’ hands until you push them into the room in front of you. Gemma had already fallen asleep, curled into a cute ball on her side, but Alice was still awake and grinning from ear to ear as you close the door behind you.
“What’s going on?” Gemma sleepily wants to know, rubbing her eyes.
“We need to talk,” you say, waking your youngest up with a light pinch to her sore skin. “As a family.” The girls look to their mother kneeling beside the bed.
“Did you apologize to dad?” asks Alice, more curious than hostile. Their mother nods. “And are you going to tell us what it was all about? Mom must have really messed up.”
“I did,” Hellen agrees without getting up.
“What she did doesn’t matter… for now,” you say and that ends the chapter. You point to the bed and Alice and Gemma obediently sit down on the edge. Gemma is nervous, Alice excited. As you move around the room, your youngest grabs her sister’s hand. It’s a touching sight to see the two of them holding hands while you rip off your shirt and stand there in just your boxers. Gemma is wide-eyed, Hellen and Alice already know what’s coming. Your three girls look up at you in awe as you stand in front of them.
“A mother’s job is to make her children social.” You look at your daughters, then at Hellen. “And she’s done that.” Your beloved wife puts a hand over her mouth to keep from interrupting your speech with her sobs. “And a father makes his children strong. And I’m proud to say I accomplished that.” Alice nods. “You both know now that the upbringing you enjoyed was unlike anything you’ve known in life. And you both know why we did it.” This time Gemma nods, too. “You are our daughters and we love you. You are the most important thing in our lives. You are our life.”
Your daughters relax at your words, look at each other, smile, and then fix their eyes on you again. Tonight you complete the first act of your plan and gather your family around you. Your daughters whom you love more than anything and who are faithful to you and your wife who can’t imagine her life without you.
“Gemma,” you say and your daughter intertwines her fingers with Alice again. “It took you a long time to understand what you mean to me and what I do for you. And I’m proud of you for taking that last step.”
“Thank you…daddy.” Gemma visibly shudders at the thought of having made it.
“Alice, you’re my oldest and out of all my girls, you’re the one I rely on the most.” Your little sweet muffin glows, looks at her mother, then at you. Words aren’t necessary; you understand each other just the same.
“Hellen. You are my wife and I love you.” It is essential that you give her a kiss. Gently and tenderly you bend down to her, reach under her chin and place your lips lightly on hers. She moans softly, returns the kiss lovingly and enjoys your closeness. Then you rise, overshadowing your girls with your presence. “You all know we are not an ordinary family.” They nod, all, like little, shy girls.
“But we are the best family,” Alice says firmly. She has found her way. Hellen and Gemma nod to that as well.
“You girls are stronger than the others.” You look to Hellen. “All of you. And I couldn’t be more proud of all of you. You’re my girls, and I know you’ll get through life.”
“Daddy…” Gemma can’t keep it up on her butt. She jumps up and hugs you. Then the dams of Alice burst and she follows her sister. From now on, it’s commonplace for them to hug you. And you beckon Hellen to you as well. You embrace your girls and bathe them in your love.
“Daddy?” Your oldest voice comes through your bust to your ear, warm and in love.
“Yes Muffin?” She’s smart, so smart. And so sexy when she looks at you so in love, her cheek flattened against your chest, Gemma and Hellen at her side.
“Please tell us what we can do for you.”
“Yes please!” begs Gemma as well. “Please show us how to thank you daddy.”
“Please honey” whispers Hellen who is more relieved than she has ever been in her life.
And of course, you fulfill your girls’ wishes. That’s what you built this family for in the first place.
“Position.” Hellen takes Alice by the hand and pulls her up. Your daughter glances over her shoulder at you, then presses her hands into the soft sheets of your bed like Hellen showed her. Beside her, her mother does the same. “Come here.” You reach out and pull Gemma next to you. Your princess looks up at you, unsure of what will happen but very excited. Together you look at the backsides of your wife and daughter. Hellen wears her nightgown, Alice too, but where the long fabric plays around Hellen, the black of her panties peeks out from under the white shirt of Alice. The tips of her toes curl under her baggy socks.
Mother and daughter look at each other, knowing they are about to have sex with their father/husband/master, and smile. Then it’s them holding hands while you take care of Gemma at your side. Your youngest hasn’t quite figured out what’s happening yet.
“I love you all very much,” you explain, “but the feeling you get when I spank you, not all daughters have that.” Gemma blinks at you. “And not all fathers do.”
“Why not?” Your princess seems shocked that not all daughters get the benefit of your parenting. “Aren’t they naughty?”
“Yes they are” you smile. “But you are better than the other daughters of other fathers.”
“I do what you tell me daddy” she smiles.
“Exactly. And Alice and Hellen do the same. And they have exactly the same feelings when I deal with them, you know?”
“That…that between…between my legs.”
“Exactly. Look at Alice.” You pull Gemma to the bed and put your hand on your daughter’s ass. Alice breathes faster as your fingers slide under the thin fabric of her panties and pull them down. Your youngest eyes widen as she sees her sister’s wet snatch. “Just like yours.”
“Are you spanking her too?”
“No,” you shake your head, but then grin. “Well, maybe someday. But Gemma darling, Alice is a well-behaved daughter and has been for longer than you.” Gemma isn’t sad or angry.
“I know.”
“That’s why Alice gets what you don’t this evening.”
“An orgasm.”
“Right.” You kiss your youngest on the cheek. “And you sit down there.” You point to a chair against the wall where Hellen usually puts your clothes ready for the day. Gemma obeys immediately and sits down on the seat with her legs pressed together and on tiptoe. “Good girl.”
Then you take off your clothes. It’s time for Alice and her mother to serve you together.
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