Literotic asexstories – Claire Joins In by Onvisy,Onvisy
And as always everything in this story is fiction and is intended to stay that way.
Isabella came home from school one day with her friend Claire in tow. The two girls in their cute school uniforms giggled as Isabella, grasping Claire’s hand, eagerly pulled her up the stairs. “Canclairestayoverplease?” she asked, in a nod to decorum. Dan laughed from his seat in the living room, “Sure!” and with that the two girls were almost immediately behind Isabella’s closed door, giggling even more loudly, then quieting down.
Anne came home, the husband and wife made a simple dinner and called up the stairs, “Girls, there’s food available!”
The two girls yelled out from behind the door, grins in their voices, “Thaaank youuuu” and didn’t come down. In fact Dan and his wife had a very peaceful evening–they didn’t hear a peep from the girls the entire night.
As always, they left the dishes for Isabella to finish, of course.
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The next morning the girls came down at nearly the last minute to catch the bus, ready to burst out the door. “ByeIloveyou!” Isabella yelled when her mom called out. “Wait, there’s something we need to talk about.”
Isabella stopped and slowly turned around. “Oh no.” Claire turned to her friend, “What’s wrong?”
Her mom grinned. “Well, Isabella has literally one job to do around here.”
Dan came out of the bathroom in the middle of this sentence and realized what was happening. “And she didn’t do it?
Isabella was staring at them, mouth open, mortified.
“Nope, she didn’t!”
Dan said carefully, “I guess she owes us… something… when she gets back from school?”
Mom laughed and winked at him. “Owe she owes us something right now!”
“Mommy!” Isabella cried. “I’m going to be late for the bus!”
“I can take you to school,” her mom said in a satisfied, final businesslike manner. “Claire, you’re free to go.”
Claire stumbled. “What… are you going to… what’s going to happen?”
Anne paused for a second, and Isabella went ahead and just said it. “They’re going to spank me.”
“Oh!” Claire’s head jerked back a bit, her eyes opened.
“Oh!” she said again. Then she turned to Anne, “Mrs. Foster, it’s completely my fault Isabella forgot last night. I kept distracting her.”
Isabella blushed, Dan noticed.
“Please don’t punish her. I promise it won’t happen again.”
Dan stared at Isabella’s blushing face and chest as he said, “Isabella is responsible for her own actions, Claire. You don’t want to miss the bus do you?”
Claire started to turn, and Dan could see Isabella stiffen. Even he had to admit he and Anne were putting her into a really embarrassing situation, not to mention the incoming pain she was about to experience. He wondered whether she might refuse to fuck them for a while.
Claire stopped now, and said, at first not looking at anyone, “Since it was my fault, I can–I can take the punishment instead?”
—
Three heads swiveled towards Claire.
Dan broke the momentary silence. “Your parents are responsible for punishing you, not us. If you broke a rule they have for you that’s between you and them.”
“I know, and they do have a rule, that I’m supposed to follow the rules at other people’s houses and not make trouble. And well, I…”
Claire blushed now. “I made trouble.”
Did the two girls now suddenly hide half a smile? Dan couldn’t quite tell.
Anne said, clearly stressed by this strange turn of events as Dan could tell by the slight quiver in her voice. “Well, Claire, then your parents will have to punish you for that if they think that’s appropriate. Today we’re going to be spanking Isabella. You’ve already missed the bus so I guess you’ll stay here and um, watch, and then I will take you girls to school.”
“But…” Claire was really going for this. “But that’s my dad’s rule. If I make trouble at someone else’s house, then they punish me like I’m one of their own daughters.”
Isabella didn’t turn to look at Claire but did quietly reach her hand out towards Claire’s. She squeezed it, and held it.
Dan spoke, “Well, I guess I can see the logic of it, but that’s not really how we do things…”
Anne broke in. “Dan, can I speak with you for a second?”
The two girls glanced sidelong at each other. Dan glanced sidelong at his wife. “Y-yes?”
“You two girls stay where you are,” said Anne. “I don’t want your feet to move an inch, do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Anne turned towards the patio, Dan trailing behind her–then paused, and turned. “Actually girls, I want you to wait for us the way we make Isabella wait while we’re deciding how much of a punishment she deserves. Both of you, on your knees, please, standing straight and erect with your arms behind your back.”
Isabella was starting to sniffle a little, but from both girls came the “Yes ma’am” and they knelt.
—
On the patio, they discussed the matter. Dan couldn’t believe it was even a discussion. “We can’t hit someone else’s daughter! We barely admit to anyone we hit our own! Spanking is… people think it’s… you know…?”
“Oh Dan, after what you just heard from Claire do you think her parents would hesitate to spank her? And she volunteered after she already knew it was going to be a spanking.”
A sputter, a start, and then Dan continued, “I honestly can’t believe you’re even thinking about this. Is it right to spank one girl because of something the other girl did?”
“Well according to Claire that’s what we’d be doing if we spanked Isabella!”
“Anne! Seriously?”
“I WANT TO.”
She said it.
“Okay? Dan? I’m just going to say it. I want to spank Claire.”
How could he respond. Of course he wanted to as well. Who wouldn’t? But it seemed wrong to act on that impulse.
“She’s… she’s gorgeous, Dan, and she’s literally asking for it. This is once in a lifetime, and I want to do it.”
“You… want… to spank her… because she’s pretty?”
“Yes. Say whatever you want. Now you know.”
He considered whether to form the question that had to be formed.
“I just want to ask one thing. You also think Isabella is beautiful.”
“Of course.”
“And you spank her as well.”
“When she deserves it.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
He knew that she knew he would ask that. The silence still felt just a slight bit apocalyptic.
Finally, she said quietly, “Don’t you?”
He didn’t say anything at first. Of course he enjoyed it. He hadn’t before, but more recently, as his sexual relationship with his daughter had grown, he had realized he was beginning to get hard while he was spanking her. He’d tried to keep that tamped down.
“Whether I enjoy it, or you enjoy it, isn’t the issue. I don’t think Isabella enjoys it.”
Anne was quiet. He could hear a held back sob in her voice. “No, she definitely doesn’t. She hates it.”
What could be said? Anne continued finally, “To be honest I think… I think she’s like me. I think she likes spanking, not being spanked.”
To Dan, this certainly checked out, considering the way things had gone on the family’s first night all together in bed.
Still Anne went on. “So I’ve been spanking Isabella when she breaks rules, and I’ve tried to be careful not to be too harsh and not to find excuses to spank her. But when I do, I enjoy it. I love it. And she hates it. I’m… getting off on it, and to her it’s maybe the worst thing that ever happens to her. I’ve been doing this and Dan I think you have been doing this too.”
He said nothing.
“And Dan. She’s fine. She loves us. She loves to… Our daughter loves to fuck us Dan!” she sighed this out, and actually smiled. “She came to us! She is in love with us and we are in love with her, and it’s fine. As a parent, we discipline her appropriately. If we happen to enjoy it, as long as we don’t let that make us take things… in a direction… then that’s okay. She needs discipline. How can we deny that?”
Dan said, out loud, “Hoo boy.”
“And I give her… opportunities… to do what she enjoys to me, even though I hate it maybe more than she does. And now. Claire is volunteering. And she’s gorgeous. And she should be disciplined, according to her parents’ rules. And you know what they were probably doing up there, she’s not lying when she says she was ‘distracting’ Isabella. Nothing wrong with two girls fucking but, they were both irresponsible about it. So she should be spanked. And you and I like to spank beautiful girls. There’s just no reason not to.”
“This is all assuming Claire is telling the truth about her parents’ rules.”
“Ha! Why would she lie about that? But of course we’ll verify.”
“Of course.”
“Of course.”
They looked at each other. They were going to do this. He leaned in and took her head in hand, and kissed her for a moment.
—
The girls were good, mostly, while the parents spoke on the patio. They stayed on their knees, bodies erect. But after a while Isabella let her arm down and once again found Claire’s body. Claire did the same, and they held hands. The moment they heard the patio door opening they quickly returned to position but the door was just barely out of view. Dan and Anne had plenty of time to see the hands jerk back into place. “So girls whatever happens to either of you this morning, leaving position will be some extra swats understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” they both said, looking at the ground.
Anne brought Claire her phone, and gave it to her. She had Claire call her dad, on speaker, and explain what she had done–distracted Isabella and made both girls late for school and her parents late for work. Anne then joined the conversation. “And Claire here said something very interesting about what should happen because of this. It was so strange to hear I’m not sure I believe it. Can I hear from you, as well, what your policy is in cases like this?”
Claire’s dad laughed and told them exactly the same thing Claire had told them.
Dan interjected, “I understand, there’s one thing I need to be super clear about…”
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