Over a light breakfast on the balcony, Carole asked what had happened after she'd left the pub with Sally. “Did you manage to talk to Kitty?”

“Indeed I did,” I said, putting down my coffee mug. 

“And?”

“Well, I told her a few home truths and basically said she shouldn’t disrespect you.”

Carole scoffed. “I don’t suppose that made one iota of difference to her. Oh, I’m sorry, Richard, I know you meant well but I know how stubborn she is and… well, you heard what she thinks of me. Controlling and such like.”

“But we know that’s all nonsense,” said Sally. “She doesn’t know the facts.”

“She knows a lot more now,” I said.

Carole sat upright in her chair. “I think you’d better tell me exactly what happened, exactly what you’ve told Kitty.”

I nodded. “Course I will but there’s no need to be alarmed. It’s all good, Carole.”

But I had to be selective. I couldn’t tell Carole all the details about the two amazing hours I spent with her daughter in the room above the tavern…

~~~~~

After locking the door, I picked up the chair next to the window and placed it alongside the bed. Grim faced, I stared at Kitty and she knew I wasn’t at all pleased with her. She folded her arms in a defiant stance and glared back at me, clearly unhappy that I’d made her leave her friends in the bar. 

So, how to handle this young brat?

“Right then, Katherine,” I said, sitting in the chair. “Do you know what happens to girls when they’ve been naughty?”

She switched her weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“They get punished. So, come over here and lie across my lap.”

“What? I’m not doing —”

“Oh yes you will,” I said firmly. “I’m going to spank you and then tell you some home truths, some things you need to know about your life.”

“Such as what?”

I shook my head. “No, Katherine, punishment first. You need spanking for the way you behave towards your mother. You shouldn’t talk to her like that, especially when you don’t know the full story, the whole truth. So, for once, do as your told… right now.” 

Frowning, Katherine slowly crossed the room, and lay across my thighs, her head and arms resting on the bed. “I’m going to slap your ass ten times. Understand?”

She turned her head to look at me and, biting her bottom lip, she nodded. She flinched when my hand brushed against the firmness of her cheeks as I lifted her skirt up to her hips. Katherine wore a pink thong and her peachy buttocks were firm and smooth. I landed the first blow on her left cheek. The connection of my hand on her flesh produced a yelp but I planted a second stinging slap to her right cheek. I repeated this twice more on each buttock and she whimpered every time.

I paused, looking at the red hand marks on her ass, and asked, “Are you going to respect your mum in the future?”

“Maybe,” she muttered.

“That’s not good enough, Katherine,” I said and smacked her ass hard.

This time there was a slight moan not a yelp of pain. Goodness, she’s enjoying this, I thought as she wriggled in my lap, slowly parting her thighs. I blinked when I saw a wet spot on her thong.

Four more whacks and each time the young slut moaned. She was gripping the bedcovers and breathing heavily with obvious arousal — and it was contagious. Now I had a growing erection and couldn’t hide the fact.

“My God, Mr. Johnson are you getting hard?” She wriggled again. “I’m already wet. Go on, have a feel.”

I eased my hand between her milky thighs and used my middle finger to trace along her slit. Oh yes, Kitty was definitely wet and she moaned and squirmed at my touch. I tugged her thong to one side and felt her wet, puffy lips before boldly inserting a finger. Now Katherine sighed and rolled her hips as I stroked in and out of her pussy.

After a while, and in some discomfort from my trapped, raging erection, I withdrew my finger and she groaned loudly, “No, oh no, you —“

“Stand up,” I interrupted, “and take off your clothes.”

Katherine stood and lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the ground. I stared at her pink bra as she reached around to unclasp it and revealed her pert breasts in all their glory. 

I was wide-eyed when she put her fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down her legs before kicking it away. Next, the thong was cast aside, revealing the shaved pussy I’d felt beneath my palm.

“Are you happy now that I’m naked?” she said, a teasing smile playing in the corners of her mouth.

I grinned at her. “Get on your knees between my legs.”

Quickly kneeling, she rubbed a hand over the bulge in my trousers and bit her lip again while she unzipped and delved inside for my cock.

Bringing it out, she gasped. “It’s big, even bigger than I thought.” She smiled. “You know, I’ve wanted to suck this cock ever since I saw you masturbating.”

I smiled; she’d confirmed it was her who’d spied on me. Soft lips kissed the head of my cock and then she caressed the shaft while licking along the underside. She went back and forth several times before slipping the bulging head into her mouth. She expertly worked my cock with her tongue as she bobbed up and down and I couldn’t believe how good she was at oral sex. 

Katherine took my cock all the way into her throat and, with her nose pressed against my pubis and drool dripping off her chin, she massaged my balls with her tongue. I had to stop her before I came too quickly.

I cupped her chin and raised her up. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and she brushed her pussy against my thigh, leaving a trail of juices, as she straddled me and grasped my erection. She rubbed the head along her slit and I looked lustfully into her eyes when she held my cock to her entrance — then sat, her tight pussy engulfing my throbbing member. Slowly, she rocked her hips, grinding against my groin and moaning loudly as I probed her innermost reaches.

I pulled her close, her perky breasts pressing my chest. We moaned in unison while she rolled her hips and I thrust into her pussy. I couldn’t believe how tight she was; certainly the tightest pussy I’d ever fucked.

Standing, I hugged Kitty in my arms as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Still inside her, I carefully put her on the bed and we kissed passionately while she drew me in deeper. She matched my hard and fast thrusts, moaning loudly, and I soon sensed she was getting close to her climax. I maintained the relentless pounding and there was an animalistic urgency with each fierce plunge. I also groaned loudly, pounding her tight pussy and getting stronger with each stroke.

Kitty suddenly erupted, going into uncontrollable spasms, her eyes rolling while her vaginal muscles clamped my shaft. I didn’t last much longer, coming in her depths and being amazed that she managed to squeeze every last drop from my cock. When she came down from her orgasmic bliss, I slipped out of her pussy, our juices leaking and trickling down to the crack of her ass.

I crumpled on top of Kitty for a few moments, spent from the fuck, but I had to get up. Time was moving on and I gathered my clothes.

Kitty stirred as I dressed. “Why do you need to go, Mr. Johnson?”

“Sorry Kitty, I would like to stay longer but I need to get back. Otherwise, they’ll send a search party to find me.”

There was a disappointment in her eyes, “I know, Mr. Johnson.”

I still needed to tell her the truth about her dad but, after what we’d just shared, I was hesitant. Gone was my mood of punishing the young lady. I wanted to be gentle, tell her in a kindly manner.

“Kitty, please, will you be more respectful to your mum?”

“I’ll try, Mr. Johnson.”

“That’s good. And there’s no need to call me Mr. Johnson. Call me Richard.”

“Okay… Richard,” she said with a cheeky grin.

“I know you’ve been hard on your mum since your dad left. You always think she’s trying to control you, don’t you?”

“Yeah. She does, right?

I shook my head. “No, Kitty, she does what she does because she cares about you. Your mum doesn’t want you to make the same mistakes she made at your age.”

Kitty stared at me, a frown creasing her brow. I knew she needed to learn the truth about her dad or step-dad even but it wasn’t an easy task. And I also hoped Carole would understand why Kitty needed to be told. 

“The man who you thought was your dad… well, he wasn’t who you thought he was.”

She gave me a puzzled look. Well, that was rather clumsy and I was finding it difficult to explain

“I don’t know whether your mum told you this or not, but during college she dated a young lad, a really decent lad. He would have been your real father, Kitty —”

“Would have been?” she cut in.

“What? Hmm… where was I before you interrupted? Oh, yes, about your real father. He was really nice but also could be very stubborn, just like you can be, Kitty. Sadly, he passed away a month before you were born.” 

I put my arm around Kitty and pulled her in for a hug before I continued. “The guy you thought was your dad, Jason, he met your mum not too long after you were born.”

“Okay,” Kitty muttered and nodded. “Keep going.”

“Even though he had accepted you as his daughter, we didn’t know he’d been leading a double life for ten years.”

“I hate where this is going,” she said angrily.

“Sorry, but you need to know.” I took another deep breath. “It’s not for me to tell you the details but that was the main reason why he walked out on your mum. But he also said that he hated bringing up another man’s child and he never wanted you to contact him again. All that even though you both got on well.” 

“What a fucking asshole.” Kitty had tears welling. “So, everything I knew about this guy was a complete lie?”

“Remember this, Kitty: your mum has always loved you and always will, despite what you may think.”

Katherine wiped the back of a hand across her eyes and sighed. “I think you may be right, Richard.” 

I smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’ve got to get going, Kitty. But, before I go, will you promise to come around and apologise to your mum, talk to her? When you’re ready.”

“Yes, I promise. And, thank you Richard. I do feel sorry for my mum now that I know the truth.” 

I gave Kitty a hug — and that’s when I remembered what Kitty had confessed to me earlier. “Nearly forgot, Kitty, how much did you see when I was… er, on the balcony?”

“I saw plenty. What angered me was you and mum having sex. I hid behind a tree when I thought someone might catch me.”

“Thanks for being honest, Kitty.”

“You’re very welcome Richard.” She grinned again. “I must tell you, after a while my eyes were fixed on your cock and I licked my lips when I watched you masturbate. But that’s when you saw me and I ran the moment you looked away.”

“Thank you for being truthful but now I really must get going.”

“Goodbye, Richard,” she said, a lighter tone in her voice.

I walked away hoping that Kitty may view her mother in a different light. At least, I didn’t think she would need to be taught another lesson any time soon!

To be continued.

Edited by JWren