Its Been a while since I've submitted, so here's my newest project. I hope you all enjoy.
-K
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William watched his daughter with a smile on his face. She was cleaning the kitchen, her head down some. She had been a handful that morning, and William had been forced to put her in her place. Now her blazing read ass was visible just beneath the hem of the over-sized mens' dress shirt she was wearing. Her long, rusty auburn hair fell around her shoulders as she wiped down the counters and rinsed the dishes she was loading into the washer. He heard her sniffle now and then, he had really laid into her with the belt he kept hanging on the wall. She should have known better by now than to talk back, but she had a tendency to get a bug in her shorts. She always regretted it in short order.
Katlyn was making a point of not looking over her shoulder at her father as he ate. She was still mad at him. She had only asked to get a piercing, but he had shot her down quickly- and when he had she had nearly bit his head off.
"I'm not a baby anymore! I can do anything I want!" That wasn't entirely true, though. She was old enough, certainly, and if she walked into a piercing studio they would serve her without a second though, but she still lived under her daddy's roof- and she still had to follow his rules. He had a way of reminding her that he had put a lot of work into making the body that housed her over-zealous spirit, and she would not do anything to it that he did not first approve of.
What Kitty didn't know was that William had only denied her because of how she had asked. Demanded was more like it .. informed him that she was going to get it done, really. He wasn't going to take that, not from his little girl. He had spent nineteen years teaching her how to behave, mostly on his own, and he was not going to be disrespected now.
The quiet in the kitchen was disrupted by an unexpected knock at the door, and both William and Katlyn were shook out of their thoughts. Katlyn looked at the door with curious eyes, but started to head for her room. Her shirt, the only clothing she was wearing, was thin enough to see at least a hint of everything. William stood and watched her, then shook his head.
"Where are you going? You're not done yet, young lady. You may leave the kitchen only when you have finished cleaning it. That means the floors too, they need mopped." He watched her, a sternness in his eyes. He nodded when her eyes, defiant at first, dropped, and she took a few steps back into the kitchen, picking his plate up off the table. Turning, he left the room, assured that she would do as she was told. He heard the kitchen sink turn back on as he made his way to the door, along with the unnecessarily loud clink of dishes in the sink. She was going to earn herself another spanking at teh rate she was going.
William did not bother to look through the small viewing hole in the door, opening to be greeted by the vaguely familiar face of a relatively new neighbor. Relatively new meaning he had only lived in the neighborhood a few years, where-as everyone else had lived there for at least ten. He nodded and opened the screen.
"What can I do for you, Bob?"
Robert, otherwise known as Bob, smiled. He had a lithe figure, thick dark hair, and eyes that had a tendency to shine with a jovial friendliness. He had to be a good 10 years younger than William, who was mostly grey, though he retained a well worked body, firm in all the right places, soft in only a few.
"Actually, I was wondering if you had a chainsaw. I'm getting rid of that old dead oak in the back yard, but my chain saw just gave up the ghost." Robert stuffed a hand in his pocket and grinned as William looked across the street at the towering, definitley dead oak. It would be good to see that thing gone.
"Sure, come on in, Bob, I'll go dig it out of the tool shed for you." William stepped out of the way and let his neighbor in. Robert stepped by him, workmens' boots making a bit of a thud on the tiled entryway. William waved to the living room, "Have a seat, I'll only be a minute."
Turning, William checked the kitchen. Sure enough, Katlyn was on her hands and knees with a large sponge, scrubbing up the tile. He almost laughed to himself. If she hadn't have broken the mop chasing a mouse around the kitchen last week, she wouldn't have had to do the floor on her hands and knees. He had forgotten, or he might have let her skip the floors.
Leaving her to her cleaning, William went out the back door. It only took him a couple of minutes to find the chainsaw. He kept the tool shed generally in order, though he had to admit, it might be time for a cleaning, and a trip to goodwill. Testing the charge, he nodded to himself and headed back into the house.
Katlyn, who still didn't know there was anyone in the house, was still on her hands and knees, her back, and consequently her firm, red ass, pointed toward the living room. William was surprised to see Robert standing in the kitchen doorway, his jaw slack and his eyes on the bobbing, bare ass 6 feet from his boots.
"I've got what ya need, Bob, but why don't you stay for a bit, have some tea before you get to work." Both Robert and Katlyn jumped. One, because he had been caught out spying on his neighbors daughter, the other because she had jsut realized that she was being watched. Katlyn jumped to her feet as Robert's eyes flew to her father, holding the chainsaw over his shoulder. William set the power tool by the door and smiled at his neighbor, ever the good host. His guest was turning red form embarrassment, while his daughter was nearly flaming with fury. He almost laughed.
"What are--" Katlyn started to let out a screeching inquiry, but William cut her off, setting a hand on her shoulder. Robert's eyes had fallen back to the girl, welcomed by a new view. Now he could see her hard little nipples through the white shirt, and the front cut off just below her crotch, her long legs visible up to the tender thighs. William didn't have to look to know the man had a raging erection, it was written all over his face.
