Deception And Punishment Pt 03

Harry wasn't stupid. He'd been an analyst in military intelligence and had a successful career in finance after leaving the army. He was now making a good living as a remote consultant detecting patterns of fraud in international transactions. All of which is to say, he knew what his wife and daughter were doing. Two weeks in a row where Jenny got him revved up and Sally reaped the benefits? Not a coincidence.

The question was, how could he take advantage of the situation? Confronting and accusing them would probably put an end to the scheme, with no real consequences for either of the women. Harry wanted to make them "pay" for deceiving him. He had an idea and did a little online shopping in preparation for the next time they tried to play him.

Harry didn't have to wait long. The next Saturday evening was warm and he was sitting on the screened in back porch enjoying a beer. Jenny came out from the house wearing daisy dukes and what was probably a crop top under a knotted plaid shirt. The shirt was knotted around her waist. She also had a lace choker around her neck and high-heel espadrilles on her feet to accentuate her beautiful legs.

"Hey dad! Can I get your opinion on an outfit for tonight's beach party? I'm thinking this is a good look but I have some options."

"Looks great babe. Nice retro style, like from one of those 70's shows."

"How about If I wear it like this?" Jenny turned her back, shrugged off the shirt and peeled the crop top over her head, exposing her lovely back. She picked up the shirt and put it back on, re-knotting it just below her breasts. Turning around again, She half-unzipped the shorts and folded the waistband over twice, then pulled them up tight to her crotch. Now her entire midriff was exposed from just below her breasts to just above her crotch. A lot of her chest between her breasts was easily visible under the unbuttoned shirt. Her long legs were bare all the way up to her crotch. It was a glorious sight. Jenny had no reason to hide her body; it was toned and lean, with a nice light tan. Her abs were well defined without being masculine, and her tiny waist flared out slightly to slim hips. The peach fuzz that covered her skin was sun-bleached and adorable.

Harry had never restricted Jenny's choice of clothes, with the intention of giving her nothing to rebel against. He had been rewarded with a fashion forward daughter who, while not afraid of showing some skin, didn't dress like a slut. With the adjustments however, her outfit screamed wannabe pornstar ready for a gangbang. His dick responded immediately, even though he knew this was the latest installment of the scheme with her mother.

Harry adopted a playful tone. "I have to say that's something the boys will enjoy. But can you move without falling out of your clothes?"

Jenny was taken aback for a moment, but then in the best improv yes-and tradition she said "Of course I can!" To prove it she did a twirl, then put her hands behind her head, spread her feet wide and moved her hips from side to side. Next she put her hands on her hips and bent over so he could see down her shirt. It wasn't so loose that he could see her nipples, but it was tantalizingly close. Her next pose was a view from the side. She put her right leg far in front of her, bent double so her chest was on her knee, then quickly extended to her full height, flicking her long thick hair back. Finally she did a little jump turn, stuck her ass in his face, put her hands on her knees and twerked for him.

Suddenly Jenny stood up straight as though she'd received an electric shock. "Oh dad, you know I'm just playing around! Now I'm going to get ready for real over at Becky's. See you tomorrow, don't wait up!"

She sprinted off the porch into the yard and over to Becky's house next door. One minute later Sally poked her head around the door. Harry wasn't sure if she'd been watching Jenny's show, waiting for her cue. Probably. He wondered briefly if Sally might be thinking Jenny had gone too far, but brought himself back into the moment.

"Hey darling, can you come up to the bedroom please? I just bought some new lingerie and I want your opinion." Harry was kind of upset that they thought him so clueless. "Sure babe, I'll be right up" he said, keeping his voice normal and even. The bedroom was where the purchases he'd made during the week were stored, ready for Sally's punishment. Harry finished the last of his beer and went inside.

When Harry entered the bedroom, Sally was standing next to the bed in one of her new lingerie sets. A few more were laid out on the sheets. The one she was wearing was ice blue. The panties went from her crotch to the tops of her hips, making an exquisite vee pointing to her pussy lips, which they outlined explicitly. The cut made her bare tanned legs look even longer and thinner than they were already. Harry's gaze traveled up past her taut belly to her b-cup breasts encased in the blue bra. It was a relatively simple low cut piece, made of a sheer material that only half-concealed her dark nipples. The bra pushed her breasts up and together, giving her a pronounced cleavage.

Sally turned around slowly, showing Harry the lingerie from every angle. He liked the way the panties didn't quite cover her ass, but didn't disappear between her cheeks. "What do you think? Do you like it? Would you like to see some other options?" Sally smiled at him seductively as she casually pointed to the other lingerie sets on the bed.

"No. What I'd like to see is some honesty."

Sally stiffened and the smile faded. "I'm on to the game you and Jenny are playing." Harry continued. "You think I'm stupid, don't you? It was so transparent. How could you possibly have thought I wouldn't catch on after last week's sob stories?" Harry had raised his voice and was now standing right in front of Sally, broadening his shoulders and making her well aware of the 25 cm and 30 kg difference in height and weight. Harry pushed her onto the bed and put his hand on her throat, standing over her.

"Harry, what are you talking about? What game? I don't kn-" Harry silenced her with a slap across the face. "Shut up bitch. Denying it will only make things worse." Harry's voice was calm, which somehow made it scarier than if he'd been shouting.

'I, I, we, we didn't think it was wrong, it was just" Sally stammered.

"Just what? Just a harmless way to get hotter sex? So I'm just some sap only good for his cock? I'm not sure when you lost respect for me, but I'm going to have to remind you, and our slut daughter, who's the boss in this house."

Harry reached into his nightstand drawer with his free hand and pulled out a bag. "I've got some surprises for you. Now turn over" Harry flipped Sally over onto her stomach. "Put your hands behind your back". Sally hesitated. Harry grabbed her hair and pulled her hair back. "Hands! Now!" he barked. Sally complied. Harry quickly snapped cushioned handcuffs onto her wrists. Now that she was partially immobilized, he could use both his hands to continue his work. He took Velcro cuffs from the bag and fastened them around her ankles. He attached a short hobble bar between the ankle cuffs. Next he put cuffs on her wrists to replace the handcuffs, and a leather belt around her waist, then fastened both her wrists to the belt. Finally he lifted her up so she was on her knees on the bed.

"I'm now going to punish you for disrespecting me. You will feel pain. A lot of pain. But I won't do any permanent physical damage. I learnt some quite useful techniques in the army."

"Where's this coming from Harry? You've always been so gentle. I thought"

Harry slapped her again. "You thought what? That I was some simp for you? You should have asked me more about my time in the army. I did things that shocked me. Not because of how bad they were, but because of how much they aroused me. Having power over someone, holding them bound and helpless, during an interrogation wasn't just a job to me, it gave me a rush. I haven't acted on those desires since I left the service, but I still have them. I guess I should have been more honest with you, but here we are, with you all tied up, ready for me to express myself."

"Please, you don't have to do this! I'm sorry. I do respect you. Can't we just talk ab-". At that point Harry inserted a ball gag in her mouth and he slapped her breast hard. She tried to cry out in pain, but all she could manage was a muffled gurgle.

"I'm going to break you tonight. You'll take your punishment, and you will beg me for more. Now, let's begin."