She stayed like that for longer than she had to. She knew what she was doing to me, and she loved it! She slowly stood back up straight, looked at me ...nd walked up to me, “Daddy, I seem to be having trouble getting my bra off, can you help?” she said in a sweet voice. I could only nod as my hands, shaking, reached up to her bra. It was a hook in the front bra and as I touched the smooth material, my fingers brushed the sides of her breasts. I felt a shudder go through her as another shock ran. Lydia was squealing in delightful agony as she felt my hot cum filling her cunt at the same time that Ingrid's cunt was filling her mouth with a flood of her delicious cunt juice.As the intensity of our orgasms began to wane and we were all coming down and recovering our senses, Ingrid was breathing deeply with her eyes closed, my cock was beginning to lose its stiffness in Lydia's cunt, and Lydia was resting her cheek on Ingrid's pussy when she said,"Oh my God that was wonderful. It was. Why was he doing this to me? After all the wonderful sex we had enjoyed together, he was punishing me like I had never experienced before.Remembering that caning I got at school was like comparing a pin prick to a major trauma. I tried to cry out, but my mouth was so dry I could only make a sort of groaning sound. Again, that wicked pain seared my bum cheeks, but this time I felt something else, a strange feeling deep inside me, not unlike when Bill's big old cock rams up too hard.Again and. “Would you like something to drink? Water, or a glass of wine?”“Wine, please.”I pulled two glasses from the cupboard and poured some red wine into them.We sat on the couch and spoke for a while. She told me of her job, her school work, and her dreams. I told her about my parents, my schooling, and my life goals.After a while, we both got up and put our glasses down on the table. She looked at me with smoldering eyes, and moved gracefully down the hallway to my bedroom door.She stopped and put.