Mike was so overwhelmed by what had happened with Gabby and Micaela in the past month he didn't know what to do. He felt nauseating waves of guilt when he thought about what he had done to them. Once it had happened with both of them, though, it was a little easier to face them. When it had been just Micaela he had felt like a man who was forced to spend time with his mistress's husband.
There was no sign either Gabby or Micaela was aware of what the other had done-Gabby had commented on Micaela's being a virgin. And Micaela obviously regarded Gabby as nothing but a dancer and a scholar, with no life outside her books and dance classes.
And Patty, meanwhile, flounced and sassed her way around the house in total ignorance of the subtle undercurrents. Gabby was right about Patty. Patty was a brat, and she was a cock-tease. He would have to do something about her soon. The way she paraded around with no bra on under her tight T-shirts was going to get her raped if she wasn't careful.
But it was nice he still had one daughter he could be alone with without being afraid of being seduced. Patty sure gave his groin some twinges, though. After all, she was starting to mature, and her tits had a way of standing up perkily under those damn T-shirts. And, the shorts she wore showed a hell of a lot of ass, and clutched her pussy tightly.
But, hell, she was only fifteen. He didn't really feel any desire for her. What he did feel, though, was fury. Frequently. She had a way of getting under his skin, or her sisters' skins, that was unbelievable. She had been avoiding her chores regularly, but he had been so distracted with his other problems he hadn't done anything about it. He was going to have to deal with her, soon.
He sighed and riffled through the Sunday paper and found the sports section.
'Daddy, you've got to do something about Patty,' Gabby said as she stomped into the living room.
'What's the matter now?' he asked wearily.
'Her side of the room is a pig-sty!”
'That's 'cause you shove all your junk onto my side,' Patty said nastily, following Gabby into the room.
'That's not true!' Gabby snapped. 'And you know it.”
Patty didn't say anything, just stood there with a 'prove it' expression on her face.
'She never makes her bed, and the dirty clothes she's stuffed under it are starting to stink,' Gabby went on.
'Well, if the laundress would keep up with the dirty clothes around here, there wouldn't be any problem,' Patty said brazenly.
For a second, Mike thought he was going to have to break up a physical fight between them. 'You're supposed to put your dirty clothes in the laundry hamper in the bathroom,' Gabby replied in a deadly soft tone.
'It's always full,' Patty pouted.
'Okay, that's enough,' Mike sighed.
'Daddy, can I go to the pool?' Patty asked.
'Not until you clean up your side of the bedroom,” Mike said firmly.
'Can I go, Daddy? I've got a special rehearsal with Kerry this afternoon,' Gabby asked.
'Go ahead,' he assented, trying not to let his fondness for her show as he watched her leave.
'Why can't I go to the pool?' Patty wailed.
'Because I said so. Now go get cracking on your room.”
'Gee whiz, I never get to go nowhere,' Patty grumbled ungrammatically as she stomped out of the room.
'Kitchen's done, Daddy. Okay if I go out?' Micaela asked, coming into the living room. Mike wondered if he was ever going to get a chance to read the paper.
'Where are you going?' he asked.
'Over to see Chris. Can I use the car?”
'Yep. Fill the tank when you're done, okay?”
'Okay,' she agreed happily. 'Thanks Daddy.** She gave him a kiss that made his pulse race. 'See you around dinner time.”
'Drive carefully,' he said automatically, watching her ass as she headed for the door. His pulse slowly started back to normal. He suddenly wished that Micaela was the one that was staying home, that he had let Patty go out. Then ‘Caela was gone, and he was left with his thoughts, and Patty.
He rattled the paper into shape and started reading* He was halfway through the lead story when a board creaking caught his attention. He looked up. Patty froze. She was halfway across the room. She had her bathing suit in one hand, and a towel around her neck.
'Where do you think you're going?' he asked softly.
«Uh-to get a drink?”
'Didn't know you needed a bathing suit to take a drink,' he said dryly. 'Or were you going to absorb it through your skin?”
Patty bit her lower lip and looked at the incriminating scrap of nylon in her hand.
He didn't want to spank her, he really didn't. He hadn't laid a hand on the girls since Catherine had died. 'Is your room cleaned up?”
“Yes!”
'Let's go check,' he grunted, setting the paper aside.
'Let's not and say we did,' she countered.
'Come on,' he ordered, reaching for her.
'No!' she said angrily. 'I won't.”
'Oh, yes you will!' he growled, grabbing her arm.
'You're hurting me,' she whined, trying to twist away.
Ignoring her straggles and protests, he started for her room. He felt like he was dragging an anchor.
'You're mean,' Patty wailed. 'You're mean and nasty!”
'Keep talking,' he growled as he kicked the door open. 'You're building your own coffin.”
'You-you-you bastard! Yow!' The last came as he sailed her across the room and into the rumpled, tangled mess of her bed.
'I haven't spanked you since your mother died,' Mike said grimly. 'Obviously, that is an error that I had better remedy right now. You seem to have forgotten your manners.”
'You wouldn't dare,' Patty said warily as he advanced across the room toward her. He kicked his way through the litter of clothes and shoes and records and jewelry that cluttered the floor.
'Oh, yes I would,' he said softly. 'I most certainly would.”
She frowned and her eyes darted to the door. When she made a break for it, he was ready. His arm swept out and around her waist. She doubled over, kicking and protesting, as he heaved her into the air.
Shoving aside the mass of dirty clothes and tangled sheets, he sat down on her bed. He stretched her, still kicking and swearing like a longshoreman, across his lap, and held her there with one hand.
'And another thing,' he told her, 'these obscenely tight pants you have taken to wearing have got to go!' damping his hand in the back of the waistband, he gave a wrench. With a loud groan, the seams gave way. A casual jerk and he had the tattered remnant down around her thighs. He was surprised that he wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties. The bare white cheeks of her ass gleamed up at him.
'YOW!' Patty wailed.
Mike felt a hot knot of lust forming in his gut and tried to fight it down. He had gone too far to back out now. But sweet God, she had a great tail! Cursing himself, he reached down and stroked the satin-smooth flesh gently.
The squirming and kicking subsided. It was as if his touch had soothed a bucking horse. Taking a firm grip on himself, Mike looked around for something to use on those pale globes. Nothing. There was a hair brush on the bureau across the room, but he didn't dare release his captive in order to go get it.
His hand tingled at the thought of touching her tight white ass. Gritting his teeth, he steeled himself for the job. He hoped Patty couldn't feel the lump that was forming in his lap, or that if she could, she wouldn't know what it was. His stomach was churning with tension and lust.
He stroked her warm skin again, as if measuring her for the first blow. Finally, he succeeded in raising his
