"What are you saying?" Kathleen asked. "What do you mean, bruises? And I suppose the police are in your pay, is that it?"
"Close enough," he said softly. "Now look what Stacey has for you, just to begin."
Stacey paraded in front of Kathleen, and the bound girl almost passed out. Stacey had taken her dress off, and under it she wore a tight black leather bodice that pushed her luscious tits up without covering them. Below the bodice, her tight black panties slid down to tight suspender straps and black stockings. But that wasn't the worst of it in one gloved hand, Stacey carried a thin wooden cane. It was about four feet long and trembled as she tapped it in her palm.
"What-what are you going to do?" Kathleen asked.
"I'm gonna whip your stuck-up little ass with this. Whip it until you scream for mercy. Longer, if I feel like it."
"No, Dad, you can't do this, you can't!" Kathleen wailed, craning her neck up and staring at her father.
"Oh, but I can. There's no limit on your visit, remember? And your mother hates to talk to me so much I don't think she'll ever call." He leaned back and drew on his cigarette. "So let's have a good time and enjoy ourselves, shall we?"
"Dad, no!" Kathleen screamed. "You can't do this, I'll put you in jail! I will! Stop that!"
She twisted desperately as she felt Stacey's hands easing the hem of her long dress up her legs. "Nooo! Stop her, Dad, she can't do this!"
But he ignored her, and the dress slid on up her legs, past her knees and up over her thighs. Kathleen started to scream in earnest then, for she had nothing on under the dress apart from her panties.
"No, stop it!" she wailed, but nothing stopped Stacey. She pushed the loose dress up over Kathleen's ass and stood back.
"You know, Giles, your daughter's got one hell of a pair of legs, and that ass is just as good."
"That good?" Giles asked, rising lazily from his chair.
"That good," Stacey said, and Kathleen screamed.
"Noooo, Dad, you can't, noooo! That's disgusting!"
"Oh, don't worry," he said. "Things are gonna get a lot more disgusting very soon." He surveyed his daughter's long shapely legs and tight ass. "Yeah, that's true, I didn't know I could produce anything that good."
Stacey giggled at him. "Stupid bastard, you had to get something good out of that mess. When she's in a better mood, I'll dress her for you. She'll blow your mind. And a few other things. Now go put your robe on while I give this bitch something to think about."
"Love ya," he said, and went upstairs.
"Now, bitch," Stacey said, and slid the cane across Kathleen's tight ass as it pushed up over the padded cushions on the back of the chair. "Scream as much as you like, this room's sound-proofed, and nobody's gonna think anything unusual is happening anyway."
"What? Stop this, nooo!" Kathleen screamed, twisting and pulling against the metal shackles that held her over the chair. She felt the cane sliding over her pacifies. Then the cane pulled away and she tried to twist and ace what was happening, but the back of the chair blocked her view.
It didn't block the agony, however. There was a slight wishing sound and the most terrible pain rushed out of her ass as the thin cane whipped into her tight flesh.
"Aaaghghhh!" she screamed, jerking and twisting as the agony rushed over her whole body. "Stop it! Stop!"
In answer, she got another slashing blow across her ass, just above the first stroke. The pain rushed out, making her break into a sweat, her arms dragging in the chains, thick red lines appearing in her wrists from the pressure of her puffing arms. She screamed again, her body jerking.
"Stop! Noooo!" she wailed, gasping for breath as the cane whipped her ass, beating the agony through her cotton panties. Her legs trembled and shook, and her whole body rocked with surging horror and pain.
"Fuck, I get wet when I do this," Stacey said, lashing Kathleen's bound ass. Her fingers were already sliding into her panties, stroking her pussy as it got damp with excitement. "How about taking this disgusting dress off for us?"
"Noooo!" Kathleen screamed, jerking wildly, her dark hair tossing helplessly. Her ass was throbbing with horrible pain, burning red as the cane lashed her tight asscheeks. Another blow whipped into her stretched asscheeks and she leaned on the chair back, jerking the legs around on the thick carpet. "You beast, stop it, stop it! Aaghghghhh!"
"Yeahhh," Stacey gasped as she whipped the bound Kathleen. "You wanna know what I'm doing, bitch?"
"Help!" Kathleen screamed. "Daddy, Daddy!"
"Wanna know?" Stacey yelled, lashing Kathleen even harder, the cane whipping into her asscheeks with a sound that rang off the walls of the room.
"Aaagh! Yes, yes, please, what are you doing?" Kathleen asked, her body throbbing in agony.
"I'm bringing myself off, you little cunt, masturbating, and it's fun, you hear that?" She lashed the girl's ass. "It's fun because you're such a stuck-up piece of cunt and I'm gonna bring you down to size." She whipped Kathleen, adding another stripe of crimson pain to her already-suffering ass. "Got that?"
"Yes, yes, please! Yes, I got that, please stop!" Kathleen groaned.
"Tell me how much you wanna take that dress off," Stacey said, whipping Kathleen again.
"Aaaahhh! No, please, nooo!" Kathleen gasped, her ass erupting with pain as she was whipped again.
"Fine, bitch, I love this. I'll come again," Stacey said, whipping the cane into Kathleen's heaving, red ass.
"All right, I'll take it off!" Kathleen moaned, tears running down her cheeks.
"Tell me how much you want to do it," Stacey said, her fingers throbbing on her cunt as she rubbed her hot clit, bringing herself to the brink of another orgasm.
"Aaaghh! No, please! Uurrghhh! All right, all right, please let me do it!" the bound girl screamed, her dark hair tossing around her face.
"Go on, you bitch," Giles said as he walked in wearing a robe. "Whip her until you come again, I know you want to."
Stacey lashed Kathleen, the cane whipping into her crimson ass as she worked her pussy, gasping with passion.
"Aaahhh, no, I said I would!" Kathleen screamed as the cane lashed her ass in a series of hard, slashing blows. "Daddy, help me!"
Giles strolled to the chair in front of his bound daughter and sat down again, taking another cigarette out.
"But Stacey loves whipping bitches like you," he said, lighting the cigarette. "And I can't complain because I get to fuck 'em, so…"
"Aaaghh! What? Daddy, you can't be serious! I'm your daughter." Kathleen moaned, her ass exploding with more pain as Stacey lashed her and gasped with her lust as her pussy surged with excitement.
Giles smiled at Kathleen, and she suddenly noticed that the front of his robe bulged out.
"Daddy – aaghhhh! You can't!"
"I fuck every bitch Stacey whips," he said. "I can't break tradition, can I?"
"Aaghghhh! Daddy!" Kathleen screeched, her body throbbing with a terrible mixture of pain and horror. The idea of her father fucking her was so perverted that she couldn't even face it. She screamed, tossing on the chair back as the speed of the cane increased on her ass. The agony churned in Kathleen's guts, sending her screaming in helpless pain and horror as she heard. Stacey yelling with her cresting passion.
"Yeahhh!" Stacey groaned as she whipped Kathleen, her hand blurring as it swept a [missing text].
"Ooohh, yeahhh, I'm coming, Giles, I'm coming!"
Her fingers dug deep into her cunt as she came, the orgasm shaking her with surging lust while she urged herself on with her fingers.