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Strange Love

3. Upping the Ante

3. Upping the Ante

So this continued through the month of september. I managed to raise the number
of licks to fifty each every afternoon in that time.

A pleasurable side effect of my new rules regarding Victoria's clothing was the
fact that she was now blatantly breaking every dress-code rule in the book at
her school. The first day, her principal called me at work and explained the
situation. I asked him what punishment in the handbook called for. "Well," he
said, "since she is breaking so many rules, the punishment called for would be
rather severe. That's why I called you first - the handbook calls for twenty
swats."

"What do you use to administer the spanking?" I asked.

"We have a yardstick made of metal which we use. It is quite effective for its
purpose. I needed to make sure we have your permission for this, or do we simply
need to suspend her and send her home?"

"Oh, no, that's quite all right. Administer the spanking as called for in the
handbook."

There was a pause. "Sir, twenty swats with a metal yardstick - it could damage
her."

Little did he know she was enduring fifty every day anyway. I got an idea,
though. "Well, sir," I said, "be creative. The handbook doesn't specify you have
to hit her in the ass, does it?"

He could be heard to swallow at the other end. "No, I suppose not."

"Well, hit her somewhere else then. The front of her legs should be pretty
sensitive. Hell, instead of exposing her ass, why don't you expose her breasts
and hit her there?"

There was a long, long pause. The principal could be heard to swallow. "Er, 
very well sir. I think I understand."

"I thought you would!" I said. "Now, I need to get back to work."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

"For what?" I asked, grinning.

The principal caught himself. "Er, I mean, thank you for your time, sir."

I thought about saying, "no, you meant 'thank you for letting me spank your
daughter's breasts.' But I decided not to be so mean." I just hung up.

That day, she came home with ten marks on her ass and ten on the front of her
legs. He had not been brave enough to ask her to expose her breasts to him that
day. But since she went to school breaking the rules every single day, it didn't
take long before he began to venture on up there. Within the month, I found that
Victoria was coming home with stripes across her ass, the front of her legs, her
breasts, her stomach, the inside of her legs, and even her pubic area! I made a
note to myself to remember that I had a whole lot of dirt on that guy now.

One day, toward the end of that month, it turned out to be very cold. I enjoyed
sending my daughter off to school that day without a jacket, with a very loose
fitting shirt which allowed the cold 20 mph winds to blow right through and
across her breasts. The skirt she wore was constantly in danger of exposing her
pubic area. She was shivering already when she got to the bus stop - both from
the cold and from embarrassment.

I got an evil idea while waiting for her and Mackenzie to arrive that afternoon.
I told you earlier that something about vulnerable chicks in an uncomfortably
cold environment thoroughly gets me going. I realized the weather that day would
be perfect for making some especially humiliating plans for my daughter and her
friend.

When Victoria and Mackenzie came to the house, they had to knock, because I had
locked both bolts. Victoria was unable to unlock the door from the outside. I
opened the door, and took in the sight of these two healthy young girls waiting
obediently for me to take out my aggression on them one more time. Mackenzie was
wearing jeans-shorts which left the bottom of her ass exposed, a green checkered
shirt which covered only her breasts, and tied in the front instead of
buttoning, and a pair of tennis shoes. And nothing else. My daughter was wearing
the aforementioned loose white button-down and schoolgirl type plad miniskirt,
as well as a pair of heels and nothing else. Both of their sets of nipples were
quite erect in the cold, and both were shivering. Mackenzie had a jacket in her
hands, but had (intelligently) removed it before allowing me to see her.

I stared at them for a second, then while they were waiting, expecting to be let
in, I told them, "strip."

"What?" they both said, looking at each other wide-eyed.

"Come on, nobody will see you this far out in the boonies. Probably!" I said. It
was true - we lived far away from the city, our house well removed from the
street. A car passing by would have had to have been looking pretty hard to spot
a couple of naked females on my porch. Of course, we all know how hard wandering
male eyes can manage to involuntarily look for such things.

"Come on," I said, when they did not obey. "That's five more licks. Get
undressed or I'll make it ten."

By now it was habit. It was part of their daily routine to come home, get
spanked, cry a bunch, and get on with their day. Mackenzie was scared of what I
could do to her reputation and school career if she disobeyed, and Victoria was
frightened, had even been sort of broken, by what I had done to her reputation
by making her change her style of dress. She was still on the squad, and she was
able to pass off her new style as her own way of being anti-authoritarian. But
her cheerleader friends, still nice to her faces, still inviting her to parties,
nevertheless quite obviously were beginning to hate her for being so slutty
looking. The past month's events had gone by so fast that Victoria didn't know
what else to do but accept my demands and live her life as well as she could. We
had set up a nice routine, and breaking it seemed to hardly occur to them by
this time.

So, at my command, they stripped, right there on my porch, in below freezing
weather. First their shoes, causing their feet to come in direct contact with
the freezing cement. Both of them vaguely hopped from one foot to the other as
they removed their shirts and skirts, exposing their tits and asses to the cold.

I had an admittedly weird impulse. I told them, "ok, what I want you to do now
is, run out into the yard, and spin around and around in circles." They looked
at me funny. I would have looked at myself funny too, were that physically
possible. "Go on, spin around as fast as you can, til I tell you to stop. And
run, don't walk!."

They were reluctant. Drivers going by would much more likely spot to naked
spinning females in my yard than two naked females simply standing on the porch.
But, again, their habit was now to obey. They turned and ran like a couple of
crazy forest women. Once in the yard, they began spinning around in circles.

I laughed and laughed, both at them and at myself for making them do that. But
believe it or not, it was an enjoyable sight! Their breasts were bounced around,
thrust out by centrifugal force. They were jumping up and down in an attempt to
spin around, their legs separated by the motion. A car did drive by, but did not
slow down or honk or anything, so apparently it didn't notice anything - which
is just as well. We do live in a relatively small town after all.

Finally, I told them, "ok, you can come back in. But you have to walk here
through the driveway, not on the grass. Go at least to that tenth fencepost."

They walked toward the driveway, reluctantly and dizzily. Our driveway is made
of large pieces of gravel. The combination of cold and gravel was going to be
torture on their feet. And as it turned out, their dizziness caused them to
loose their footing a few times, forcing them to stomp down hard on the gravel.
Victoria had tears in her eyes by the time she made it back to the doorway.
Mackenzie was more careful, and arrived a half a minute behind Victoria. She
just looked frustrated and annoyed. Her cheeks were ruddy from the cold.
Victoria was now shivering uncontrollably.

"Pick up your clothes and come in," told them.

I led them through the living room. I explained as I did so, "Today, and on many
future days, we will have the spankings in a different location. Not in the
nice, cozy, warm living room." Victoria knew where I was leading them. "Dad, no!
Not the garage!"

But yes, it was the garage I was leading them to. I bade them enter, still
naked, and told them to stand with their hands behind their necks, feet spread
apart, which they did. "You will each be receiving 50 licks today, plus the
additional five because of your resistance at the doorstep." The girls did not
move. "Victoria, you first, today. Please put your hands against the wall."

I saw Mackenzie was standing first on one foot, then on the other, trying to
relive the pain of the cold cement of the garage floor. "Mackenzie, I do not
want to see your feet move from their spots. That will be an additional five for
each of you every time they do." Mackenzie planted her feet down, and grimaced
in pain.

I could see that Victoria had been spanked by her principal today all over. Her
breasts, the front of her pubic area, and her legs were covered with faint
marks, as well as her ass and the inside of her legs. He was now, I was aware,
giving her thirty five licks every day - five each on her ass, the backs of her
legs, her breasts, the pubic portion of her navel, the fronts of her legs, and
the insides of each of her legs. On days when he could find an excuse, he also
spanked her stomach if she was wearing a one piece that covered the area.

She placed her hands against the wall, and I let go with my belt. The
temperature, below freezing, magnified the pain of these swats immensely.
Victoria, even though she had begun to get used to the pain of the spankings,
immediately yelped at the first swat. She began jumping up and down and waving
her butt around at number five, at which point I admonished her to be still. I
told her to spread her legs farther, that would help her center of gravity. She
did so, placing her feet about three or four feet apart. This allowed me to make
the belt sometimes bend up and slap the inside of her left leg, which was fine
by me. I ended up giving her sixty hard swats to her ass and legs, since I saw
Mackenzie move her feet once.

While Victoria sobbed afterwards, I told her to lay down face down, her arms and
legs spread, the weight of her upper body lying on her tits, which would in turn
be lying directly on the floor. Still crying, she did so. She remained there for
the whole time I was administering Mackenzie's sixty licks. She, too, had to
spread her legs far apart in order to maintain balance. It was really a
beautiful thing, watching her beautiful white flesh and her scared mind fight
with each over for control of her body movements.

Again, I ordered them to pick up their clothes. I sent them up to Victoria's
room to recover and dress while I jacked off in the bathroom.



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