Silence.
Eventually.
"So you caught me. Good for you, big deal. I'm 20, I can do what I want. Does it make you happy to humiliate me like that, spying on me, printing off evidence, and then driving like a maniac. Are you some kind of psychopath? Ow, get off! What are you doing?"
I hadn't anticipated this response. Her doubling down when I was expecting remorse simply inflamed my ire. I dragged her over my knee, pulled her knickers off her legs and spanked her hard, and then harder, then harder still until her bottom sizzled.
I heaved her back into her seat, stuffed her knickers into my pocket, and drove off at speed. We had to make up time, but my fury had passed now, and we arrived without further incident, having spent the journey in complete silence.
Except.
How could I defend my actions? How could I explain the raging hard on I had had during the spanking and ever since? How could I ignore the fact that I'd seen her vagina moisten as I spanked her? How could I describe the scent wafting from her knickers as I'd stowed them in my pocket?
I parked up, the agent was already there. I held both her hands across the centre console and gave her a deep meaningful look. She reciprocated and snaked her tongue across her top lip. We knew.
I opened her door and she climbed out, carelessly allowing her skirt to ride up, fully aware that I had seen everything.
Introductions over, he led us to the little cottage. Nobody wanted this place apparently- too isolated, too small, too much trouble. On the market for a steal. Can't even give it away.
I took the opportunity to wash my hands in the tiny kitchen. I squelched the aqua blue hand gel liberally over my fingers and thumbs then rejoined them as he showed us a tiny little room off the main living space. Some kind of storage area maybe?
There wasn't even room for three of us to squeeze in, so he went in first and pointed out the power points as we peered in from the doorway. The shelving, the original tiles, the potential, the blah blah blah...
As he talked I slid my gelled hands up the back of her thighs up her skirt, and wedged my thumb into her asshole. She flinched, then relaxed, shifting her feet slightly to allow me better access. I circled my thumb inside her, then withdrew it slowly, and walked away to study a mysterious hatch in the floor at the far end of the living room.
They joined me, her eyes sparkling, her lips full and insolent.
The agent explained about the basement, and lifted the hatch. A dodgy looking stone stairway led down to the former coal cellar. He led the way with a torch. She followed, holding her skirt down.
The room was cold, dark and damp. He shone his torch into various corners and suggested it might take a pool table, or a small library.
I wasn't listening, because as my daughter stood close behind me, my fingers were pawing at her cunt in the darkness. Her breathing was deep and fast, I feared she was going to orgasm noisily. While I fingered her I asked him how difficult it would be to get power down here.
He guided the beam of his torch into various corners of the room where power points could go, all the while she ground herself onto my fingers, her vagina dripping and slippery.
We went back up. I went first and leaned in to take both her hands to help her.
He shone the torch to guide us, resting the beam on the backs of her thighs. This time she didn't hold her skirt down...
A creaky wooden staircase led to the upper floor.
"There are two bedrooms, this is the bigger one, probably needs refreshing but structurally quite sound - Oh, excuse me."
He answered his phone.
"I'll have to go outside to take this, sorry. I'll be a few minutes, sometimes you have to find a good signal, usually in the garden. Five minutes, feel free to look around..."
He creaked downstairs again.
I grabbed her ponytail and made her kneel in front of me. I tilted her chin up and forced her mouth open with my thumb.
While I groped her breasts I pumped my cock in her mouth, but in my state of excitement my release came quickly and thickly. Jets of sperm plastered her face and mouth. I pulled her up by her ponytail. She made to wipe her face but I yanked her hands away.
"I will tell you when you can clean it off."
We moved to the smaller bedroom. I leaned her to look out of the window, spread her legs open and inhaled deeply at at her asshole and cunt, then smoothed her skirt down again and stood beside her looking out until he returned.
She was teetering gloriously on the edge by now. That exquisite state where one flick, or lick, would send her into orgasmic bliss.
