Page 6 of Pleasing Him
“Well, I suppose so—”
“Oh, and of course, my apologies about the shed. I’ll pay for its repair, of course, and tell you what: we’ll remodel the stadium while we’re at it. I remember reading something from the Boosters about a fundraiser, and I’m happy to pitch in with a donation. Would five hundred thousand be a sufficient opening pledge?”
Principal Pontillo’s cheeks go red as he gapes and stammers.
“Why yes,” he manages. “Thank you for your generous gift, Mr. Kenneally. We’ll make sure your donation is well used.”
I stand, towering over the two seated figures.
“Then we’ll be on our way,” I say in a smooth tone. “Let’s go, Lily. Get your stuff. My car’s outside.”
I walk out of the office, my strides sure and swift. Without looking, I know that the naughty brat is trailing in my wake, her head down and steps repentant ... but unfortunately, this is only the start of Lily’s punishment.
4
Lionel
Istalk into the mansion, grateful for the cool air of the A/C. Lily follows along beside me, silent as a mouse. We didn’t talk in the car. Instead, I pulled out a towel from the trunk before spreading it over the passenger seat, and then gestured for her to get in. Thankfully, the brat didn’t protest. She got into the car, tucking her long legs beneath her, and stayed mum as I started the ignition.
Still, I couldn’t help but shoot the brat a few surreptitious sideways glances. Lily’s gorgeous, even in her messed-up state. The paint’s starting to dry on her clothes, rendering the cloth stiff, but the material can’t disguise those bounteous breasts and thick thighs that spread on the car seat. Her skin is pale ivory, and that delicate profile thoughtful and silent as we zoom through the leafy suburb of St. George.
I should make conversation. I should at least berate my stepdaughter for her bad acts, but I don’t because my mind’sgoing at a million miles an hour. I’ve basically put Lily on house arrest, and now, I’m in the awkward situation of disciplining a teenage girl for the next two weeks. Fuck. I know nothing about young women, and especially not when they’re lush and lovely, like my step.
Fighting off the sense that I’ve fucked up, I jerk the car to a halt in the driveway. Lily can sense my bad mood because once we enter the mansion, the curvy girl puts down her bag and asks in a careful voice, “What now, Daddy?”
I fix her with a look. A thousand images pass through my mind, each more pornographic than the next. Lily, nude and pink, bent over the couch with her steamy pussy on display. Lily, her eyes closed with pleasure as I suckle at her big breasts. The sweet girl with a look of ecstasy in her gaze as she bounces up and down in my lap, practically passed out from the sensation of being double drilled.
But instead, I keep myself in check. I stare at her voluptuous form, and then let out a disgusted grunt.
“Get clean, and then we’ll talk. You’re a fucking mess.”
Immediately, I feel bad at the harsh words because the young girl’s shoulders sag, and her head droops. She slowly makes her way up the stairs, her feet dragging with every step, and belatedly, I realize that this has been a tough day for my stepdaughter as well. It can’t be easy to be an eighteen-year-old girl on a regular day, much less one where you’re suspended and punished.
My feet glued to the floor, I ponder what to do next. Should I apologize? Should I go easy on the young woman, seeing that she’s of a tender age? Or maybe I should start putting the pedalto the metal. Things aren’t going to get easier as the years go by, and maybe Lily needs a harsh dose of reality by my hand, before she suffers anyrealconsequences.
With my mind made up, I decide to go talk to her. I know I can talk some sense into the young woman because Lily’s not stupid, IQ-wise. She’s just rash and reckless in the way that all young people are. In fact, I’d be worried if she was too buttoned-up and controlled because that’s just fucking weird. I’d rather see some fire and rebellion in the woman, as opposed to someone who’s already lost her zest for life.
Come to think of it, the graffiti thing wasn’t really a big deal. Sure, Lily defaced the shed but if it really was as dilapidated as she describes, then the defacement doesn’t matter. You can’t “ruin” what’s already trash. Besides, I’m going to pay for a new shed to be built, and also build a new stadium for the school. So it’ll all work out in the end, courtesy of my money.
With that, I take the stairs two by two. They’re no match for my long legs, and I stride down the second floor hallway where the bedrooms are located. The master suite where I sleep is in the far corner, but Lily has a room closer to the stairs.
“Lily,” I call, pushing open the door to her bedroom. It was already slightly ajar, and swings open without any resistance. Hmmm, the space is empty, but I step forward without thinking. “Lily!” I call again in my baritone. “I’m here to talk. And to apologize. I’m sorry for—”
That’s when the air whooshes from my chest and my feet come to a complete stop because the door to the attached en suite is open, and through the mist I catch a glimpse of my beautiful stepdaughter, already nude and in the shower. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, with her brown curls plastered to herskull, and her big breasts full and lush. Even her pink nipples are hard, as rivulets of water streak down that curvy form.
But what happens next takes me by surprise because Lily reaches up to tweak a nipple before smiling saucily. Then, she reaches a hand between her legs and slowly strokes her pussy before widening her stance. She backs up, and that’s when I see it:there’s a massive double dildo attached to the stall wall, its cocks stiff and ready. Yes, my stepdaughter is about to be double penetrated by a huge toy that appears to have a top shaft that’s about eight inches long, and a bottom one that’s about six. Both have life-like veins snaking up and down their lengths, and they’re connected to a massive set of balls that look full and virile.
Even more crazy, Lily doesn’t look nervous at all. Instead, she squats down, baring that sweet pink pussy, before opening her mouth and gently running her tongue up and down the top shaft, before dropping down to suck at the bottom one too.
“Oooh, Daddy,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed. “Mm, you taste ready for me. Was that a bit of pre-come just now? I really enjoyed it, and don’t worry, I won’t make you wait any longer. I need it, Daddy, and I know you do too. Let’s do this.”
Then, the voluptuous teen girl stands and turns around before bending over to raise her hips in the air. That heart-shaped bottom elevates, her sinuous back curved in a steep arch. Then, she reaches back with both hands and parts her buttocks, baring that tight pink twat as well as the dusky pleats of her anus.
“Ooooh, Daddy,” she moans again, gently notching the huge cocks at her two holes. “This is going to feel so good—unnnnnh!”
I watch with wide eyes as her bottom begins to push backwards. The two cocks sink into her holes, going slow as the teen girls struggles to adjust to their massive size.
“Ooooh, Daddy,” she pants. “You’re so big! I don’t know if I can because look! I’m already on my tippy toes, you’re so huge.”
