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Grant was pissed. Which meant everyone knew to stay out of his way.

Granted, it wasn't all Victoria's fault, or even mostly her fault. Second place in a statewide competition would have made most parents proud, but he wasn't most parents. Far from it. He ran the mafia in town, and after that debacle with the FBI, he was now the main contact for the region. Which meant that drug bust in Oregon had happened under his watch. He couldn't take it out on the guys who were actually responsible, they were now in jail or dead, but he COULD take it out on Victoria. So that's exactly what he was going to do. He had no control over Oregon, but he did have control over hsi daughter. Time to remind her of that, and the consequences for failure.

Grant just made one quick stop in the kitchen before he headed to Victoria's room. She wasn't home yet...bad news traveled fast, faster than Sara, who was currently driving the twins back from the competiion, at least. So he had time to take out soem of his frustrations out on her room, which was just as well. If he took his frustrations out directly on her, he might injure her, and he didn't want that. Why mess up such a pretty work of art?

Her room, of course, was another matter. Grant curcled his lip in disgust as he opened her door. White. Delicate. Girly. Ugly, at least in his opinion. Well, it would look a whole lot worse when he was done. First order of business was getting his hands free, which meant he had to drop the bag off, which he did right in the middle of her bed. Said bag consisted of the garbage from the kitchen. None of it was rotten, of course, the maids were too good for that, but it was still garbage. Bloody meat wrappers, apple cores, canned food that was not quite empty. The kitchen staff literally fed a small army, and generated a lot of stinky trash, and said trash was now deposited in the middle of Victoria's bed.

After that, he grabbed the teddy bear. He hadn't been there, but he knew John had given it to Victoria for their 18th birthday and she loved it...which meant he hated it. He shoved the bear agaisnt the wall and impaled it with the knife he'd taken from his pocket. Several times. Soon, the stuffing was all over the floor, and he left the ruined bear there pinned to the wall before he moved to the shelves next to the TV...and speaking of the TV...yeah, that went on the ground as well, quickly followed by the contents of her shelves. Grant began to stalk over to her closet to see if he coudl find that stupid shirt John had given her before he heard the door open again. Grant turned to look, curious if he'd see Victoria entering her room, liek he'd instructed Sara to make sure happened, or if one of his staff was foolish enough to interupt his tirade.
 
The drive home from the swim meet seemed to be taking forever as Sara steered the car towards home. Sitting in the back seat was Victoria. Normally the young woman could have easily driven herself, just as her brother could. But their father had given orders for his twins to be escorted home. Something that actually made Victoria a little nervous. What made her even more nervous was the fact that she'd not come in first in the gymnastics competition that she'd just taken part in. Her father demanded absolute perfection from the pretty young woman. In everything she did. And by god did she borderline kill herself to meet those unrealistically high expectations. All of her classes she had straight A's. Her GPA was a 4.0 and she had been sought after by numerous prestigious colleges to join their alumni, of which her father had been the one to choose which school she'd go to. Her social skills were the best, he'd made sure of that with tutors and she excelled at numerous other skills from art to music and sports. Of which gymnastics had been chosen. "To keep you limber... and flexible." had been her fathers reasoning.

Today had been a big competition and the girl had put on a fantastic performance, earning her the highest points yet of the season. However, another girl had higher points yet, forcing the Victoria into second place. Her father was going to be disappointed. He was going to be angry. If she wasn't in first, she was a loser. His daughter was never to be anything but the best. So she sat there in the back seat gnawing on her thumb nail while watching the scenery outside the window as it flew by. Her twin saw opposite of her and she knew that he would probably be worried about how tense she was, but she wouldn't say anything about how nervous she was.

When Sarah pulled up to the front of the house, Victoria stepped out of the car with her sports bag over her shoulder and she headed into the house. "Your father wants to see you upstairs." Came Sara's voice, making her pause at the front door before she nodded. Already she could hear the commotion that was happening upstairs and the brunette took a deep breath, steeling herself for her fathers wrath. So adjusting the strap over her shoulder, Victoria began the trek up the steps and turned down the hall to where her bedroom was. All the noise was coming from her room and she paused outside, sighing to herself before she reached out and twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open.

What greeted her inside was... well, it was like a hurricane had swept through. Her normally pristine, clean bedroom, was trashed. She chose white and purple for her room. Purple because it was her favorite color and white because it symbolized clean and purity. Victoria's gaze landed first on the pile of trash on her bedspread, meat wrappers, apple cores and other refuse that had clearly come from the kitchen. Looking away, her gaze moved and she paused when she realized her new stuffed bear from John was not at the foot of her bed where she'd left it. No, instead, it was destroyed with stuffing all over the bear with the remains of the bear pinned to the wall. Seeing that hurt as it was a gift from her twin. Swallowing hard and forcing herself not to cry. Because, 'Crying is for the weak', as her father had said more then one time in the past. She then noticed that her tv was laying on the floor. Probably broken, because why not. She then focused her gaze on her father, seeing him looking at her where she stood in the doorway. "Something has displeased you." she softly said, trying to keep her voice soft and even. The girl wondered if his attack on her room was about something pertaining to his business, or if he already knew about her coming in second.

But something told her his anger wasn't about the championship. Not yet at least. That was anger that would probably come later.
 
"You did good, Tori. I think the judges were nuts." John told his sister. Truthfully he had no idea if the other girl had done better or not, though he couldn't have pointed out any mistakes his sister had made. But then, she could have fallen flat on her ass and he still would have thought she did great. She was his big sister, even if he was a bit taller, and could do no wrong in his eyes. He also didn't think it unusual to have Sara drive them. John was certainly capable of driving, Dad hadn't left such a large hole in his education, he just thought it was a waste of time. Sara was going to be with him anyway...the older girl had been around as long as he could remember, even before she'd had the training and gained the skills to be his official bodyguard. So if Sara was there...why not let her drive? She had to pay attention to the roads for threats and stuff, at least from what she'd told John, so it made sense.

It was almost physically painful for John to watch his sister. Of course he knew her well enough to tell she was nervous, and it wasn't hard to guess about what. But the anger of her father...well, there wasn't a hell of a lot John could do about that. He knew better than to try and stand up to the man. All John could do was stay out of the way, which wasn't hard. Father didn't pay a lot of attention to him. Tori had always received that. John had his suspicions why, but he'd never asked his sister. Part of him didn't want to know.

When they pulled up, John glanced over at Sara as she revealed additional instructions for his sister. A light shrug from the blonde indicated that, as usual, Dad didn't really care what he did, so John trailed after his sister. After Father punished her, John had an idea Tori could use some comfort, and he wanted to be there for her.

What the hell? John wondered as he followed Tori upstairs, and they both heard the racket. John had an idea what it was, but he pushed the idea to the back of his head until he couldn't ignore it anymore. The sight of his sisters normally pristine room, now literally trashed, was hard to ignore.

Grant's eyes blazed with fury as the door opened and he heard his daughters voice. "Oh, really? What was your first clue, LOSER?" He almost literally spat at her, and he proabbbly would have if she hadn't been far enough away he would have missed. he took a few steps towards her, though not in a direct line...he wanted to stomp on the bottle of perfume her Aunt had given her first. The sweet odor that soon entered the room made it clear he'd accomplished his mission and smashed the bottle with his foot.

"What the HELL happened?" He demanded, and as soon as he was close enough to her, he lashed out with his hand, fully intending to backhand her across the face unless she was foolish enough to duck or something. If Grant saw John tensing up as John saw the blow coming towards his sister, Grant gave no sign of it. As usual, he didn't acknowledge his son at all. Of course, he knew very well what had happened at the tournament, Sara's repport had been quite detailed. What he really wanted to know was what had happened in Oregon. Victoria didn't have those answers, of course, but that didn't stop him from taking his anger out on her.
 
As John spoke and told her that he thought the judges were nuts, Victoria looked over at him briefly and gave him a small smile that didn't quite reach her worried eyes. "Thanks John." she softly said. His sentiments were appreciated, but they didn't help calm her nerves at all. John was her dear brother. Her twin. They were mere minutes apart, with her being slightly older then John. The two of them have always been extremely close to each other, much to their fathers displeasure. The man has always tried to destroy their closeness, but he failed. At least to a certain extent. The two were forced apart and had to have separate bedrooms and he made sure that he kept them apart as much as possible. But the twins always found a way to come back together. They just had a bond that was normal for twins and they cherished both each other and that bond.

But of course, their father used that bond against them as well. He used it as a way of controlling Victoria. And control he did. From where she went and who she saw, to what she ate and sometimes even what she wore. Heck, she barely managed to get a say in what classes she took at school. Luckily she managed to convince her father to allow her to take business classes in college, convincing him that it would be good for the business if she studied accounting. She'd been very careful to hide that she actually rather enjoyed working with numbers, other wise he just might have forced her to do something else.

After hearing her additional orders, Victoria paused to glance back at Sara. Part of her deeply disliked the other woman as she was aware that the woman reported everything back to her father. There was no privacy if Sara was there. However, she never protested when John insisted that Sara drive them. The other woman had pretty much been his minder for a good portion of his life. Victoria knew that Sara was there as not just his body guard, but also to keep an eye on the young man.

With her orders and her brother following her, the young woman climbed the stairs and approached her bedroom, steeling herself for what she may see inside. Upon spotting her father, she saw how his eyes blazed with fury when he saw her and she flinched when he called her a loser. Well, that told her that yet again, Sara had already reported to him. The girl remained just within the doorway of her bedroom, watching as her father approached her. As he did, she heard the telltale crunch of a perfume bottle breaking beneath his foot with the sweet scent beginning to fill the air moments later. Victoria knew what was coming as he continued approaching and she let her gym bag slide down off her shoulder, dropping it off to the side as her father demanded to know what happened.

Once he was within arms reach, a loud crack filled the air followed by a gasp from the young woman as her head snapped to the side as she staggered a little. He'd back handed her and she felt pain blossom across her face. As she staggered, one of her hands reached out and she grabbed onto the wall to steady herself while her other hand came up to cover her cheek. Tears had instantly filled her eyes and she stood there, her breathing a little heavy. Swallowing softly, Victoria looked up at her father again. She'd known better then to try to avoid it. Other wise her punishment would be worse. "I'm sorry." came her softly spoken reply. "There's no excuse for my failure. I'll tell my coach to extend my practices." Victoria, as well as both her brother and their father, knew perfectly well that her loss hadn't been her fault. But she took the blame. She apologized for failing to meet her fathers expectations and showed that she would work even harder by offering to practice longer.

Of course, she also was aware that his anger wasn't just at her loss. After all, she'd seen him angry at her not coming in first before. No, something else happened and she would bear the brunt of his anger at whatever it was. Again.
 
It wasn't hard to tell that Tori took little comfort from the comforting words he tried to offer her. Her two-word response spoke volumes, but her lack of a genuine smile at his attempt was the most worrying aspect. There was no way he was just going to leave her to fend for herself under these circumstances, so as she went up to her bedroom...which was as far away from his as was possible...John trailed after her, and frowned as he saw...and smelled...the devastation of her room. Father had been displeased with her before (but not John...Father seemed to care less what John did, as long as he didn't create a mess Father had to deal with) but it was unusual for this level of reaction. There was something else going on here, beyond a few points in a competition, but John knew he likely would never find out what that was.

John winced when Father called sister a loser. That wasn't true...she was the best in the state! The judges were just blind...or been paid off...or the other girl had gotten lucky. He opened his mouth to protest, aware it wouldn't really matter, but before he could say a word, John's mouth dropped open as Father struck her. This wasn't the first time, at least John suspected it wasn't, but he'd never actually SEEN it before. Father didn't seem to care there was an audience. Or maybe he did, and that was the whole point. This time, John did take a half step forward. He wasn't quite sure what he would do...could do...but he wanted to do something. But Sara put a powerful hand on his shoulder and held him in place. John knew he probably COULD have broken free, Sara had never actively fought him unless they were training, but he knew why she was doing it.

It wouldn't have helped. In fact, if he tried to intervene, it would only make things worse. So John did the hardest thing of all.

Nothing.

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Grant didn't bother to hide his smile as his hand made contact with his daughter's face. He hadn't bothered hiding his intentions, so he'd been a bit curious if she'd try and avoid it, but he wasn't surprised that she didn't. He'd trained her well. After the blow she moved a bit, but he wasn't going to fault her for that. In fact, it made him feel more powerful, and once she'd regained her balance a bit, he slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. His anger was diminished, at least a bit, by this point, so the follow up slap wasn't as hard as the initial one, but he suspected she'd have red marks on both sides of her face, at least for a little while.

Of course, that was just the beginning of the punishment he had in mind for her. "Yes, you are. A sorry excuse for a daughter. You aren't irreplaceable, you know." He snapped at her, the first hint he'd given her that she had a sister out there, a fact he'd only recently been made aware of himself. Not that he'd been entirely surprised, condoms weren't high on his list of priorities, but the knowledge had caused a few changes in his plans. Especially after he'd seen a photo of her. She was HOT.

"Your pathetic. There's your excuse for you. I doubt practice will help much...." Grant trailed off for a moment as a wicked gleam came into his eye. A look his daughter had seen before, and probably realized it wouldn't bode well for her. "But...let's try some exercises, and see if they help." Humiliating her would certainly make him feel better, at least, and that was enough.

His gaze raked over her as she caught her breath from the slap, and his eyes focused on the way her chest heaved, or more specifically the way her breasts moved under her shirt, and his plans for her punishment suddenly became crystal clear. First order of business....

"Take off your clothes. You don't deserve them."
 
Victoria hated that John had followed her upstairs to her room and was now witnessing the mistreatment that his twin was receiving from their father. Their father mistreated both of the twins, just in different ways. Where John was almost completely ignored most of the time, Victoria seemed to be under a microscope with the man. He looked at everything she did with a critical eye and if he was unhappy, he would punish her. Whether it was destruction or corporal punishment. This wasn't the first time she'd been slapped. The way she managed to withstand the hit told as much. But it was the first time that she'd been slapped in front of John. And that first slap was accompanied by a second. This one staggered her as well, just not as much as the first. After the second hit, she tasted a little blood in her mouth, telling her that she'd cut the inside of her cheek with the strike.

Even though she'd been talked to like this many times in the past, it still hurt for him to talk down to her. To call her a sorry excuse for a daughter. She was surprised when he said that she wasn't irreplaceable. As far as she knew, she was his only daughter. His comment had rattled her a little, so when he began calling her pathetic, a little of her frustration began to show. "Ted Bailey was on the judging panel again." she bit out, her words stiff after he trailed off. Her father would be familiar with the name. Ted Bailey was a man not unlike himself. Someone with power and money. Just a different kind of power. While her father ran the mafia in town, Ted was a dirty businessman who ran a number of above the board businesses. He came from old money and always seemed to butt heads with Grant. Neither men could really do anything to each other, so Ted focused on making things hard for Victoria instead. Whether it was blocking her when it came to business deals that Grant sent her to 'help' with, or keeping her from winning competitions like today. And the girl suffered for it.

Looking at her father again after telling him that Ted had been at the show again, she paused when she saw that wicked gleam in his eye and she swallowed, knowing that what was to follow didn't bode well for her. He commented on trying some exercises and she stared at him. She became extremely aware of the fact that her brother and Sara were still standing at the door of her bedroom and she felt her heart beat faster as she noticed how her fathers gaze dragged over her slender but curvy body. They even lingered on her chest, watching the way her breasts rose and fell with her heavier breathing.

Then came his order for her to strip. She didn't deserve to have clothing. The girl tensed and she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes a little wide as she looked at her brother. It wouldn't be the first time he saw her naked, but she really didn't want him to witness this. However... to disobey would just make the punishments worse. Looking forward at her father again, she bowed her head before she began to slowly do as he said. Starting with the shirt she was wearing, Victoria slowly peeled it up over her head before dropping it off to the side near where her gym bag lay. Beneath her shirt she was wearing a simple but sexy cream colored lace bra that wrapped around her torso and cupped her perfect breasts. Next to go were her sneakers which got kicked off and pushed to the side. In no time she had stripped out of her jeans and was then standing in her matching bra and panty set, the girls face flushed red from humiliation as she stood there. She'd not gone any further then that just yet. "All of them?" she softly asked the man, really hesitant to take off that last bit of clothing with her brother watching.
 
John wanted to help...part of him even thought he would take the blows meant for his sister...but he knew it wouldn't work that way. Father would simply hit him, then when John fell to the ground (he doubted he would have taken the blow as well as Tori. It wasn't like he got into a lot of fights...Sara took care of stuff like that before he even knew about it, for the most part) Tori would have gotten hit again, probably twice as hard.

John nodded as Tori mentioned Mr. Bailey. He wasn't sure what the issue was between him and Father, but it certainly explained Tori's so-called loss. He still didn't say anything, but just gave a nod of support. It was true...Father could verify that fact if he wanted to. But father seemed to have other things on his mind.

John gasped when the order came for Tori to strip. Yes, he REALLY should leave, but as sis peeled off her shirt, exposing her almost bare back to him, his feet were almost rooted to the floor. He didn't even notice when she kicked her shoes off, but when her panties came into view and he got a look at her legs, he recalled the look she'd given him before she began to disrobe. The knowledge that he was hurting Tori and not helping with his presence was like a knife to the heart, and he turned to leave....

Sara saw John begin to turn, and cast a quick glance at Grant. Grant's attention was mostly on his daughter, but he had enough awareness to know what was happening in the hallway, and he gave a brief shake of his head. Sara had been working with the family long enough to understand what that meant, and she moved in front of John as he started to turn. The meaning was clear...John watching was part of her punishment. If he refused...well, it wouldn't go well for Tori.

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"Did I ASK for excuses?" Grant snapped at her when she mentioned that man's hated name. He made a mental note to have the 49th Street gang pick up their shoplifting of the Bailey store in their territory over the next week as payback. Not that he was going to tell his daughter that he believed Bailet was the reason she failed. If she'd been good enough, one judge wouldn't have made a difference.

Grant noticed the look Victoria gave her twin, and he smirked. He didn't understand the bond between the two of them, but he knew forcing his daughter to strip in front of everyone would damage it...or at least he thought he knew that. So when John turned to leave, Grant wasn't about to let it happen, and he expressed his displeasure at that with a shake of his head which Sara of course understood.

Satisfied that her audience wasn't going anywhere, Grant turned his attention back to Victoria as he watched her peel first her shirt, then her shoes, then her pants off. He chuckled as she stood there in her underwear and socks, and had the audacity to hope he hadn't meant what he said. in his mind, any fabric was clothes, and when he said she didn't deserve it, he of course meant she didn't deserve any of it.

"You think you deserve a bra? Or that you need one?" He taunted her. Yes, he could have just told her to remove everything, but if she wanted to drag it out, Grant was perfectly happy to deal with each item of clothing individually. Of course he knew she needed a bra, she'd filled out quite nicely over the past couple of years, and he remembered quite fondly helping her with the fittings for her first one. He was actually happy she was wearing the one he'd got her for Christmas...not that she had much of a choice. He'd made sure the only underwear she owned was a present from him.
 
Victoria flinched when he snapped at her, instantly regretting speaking up. Doing so never ended well for her. But she'd slipped up after he'd rattled her nerves a little with his comment. But at the same time it hadn't been an excuse. Part of her felt that her loss was partially her father own fault. He was at odds with the man who seemed to have it out for the girl. Because the two men were enemies, Victoria was stuck in the middle with Grant demanding perfection and expecting wins from her, and Ted on the other side doing all he could to prevent that from happening. All to spite Grant. But heaven help her if she EVER suggested that her father was at fault for some of her failings. Her father would probably lose his mind.

As she glanced back at John, there was a look in her eyes when she met his gaze for a brief moment before looking away. It was one of almost resignation as if she knew what was to happen and she was resigned to her fate at her fathers hands. She didn't want her twin to see this. Didn't want him to watch this punishment as their father brought her low. But it seemed that was now part of this punishment as John was kept from going anywhere when he tried to walk away. Her father was twisted and he found delight in making the younger of the two teens watch as the other was punished.

She'd only paused briefly to ask if her father wanted all of the clothing gone, something that she already knew the answer to deep down. But perhaps part of her hoped that perhaps he would at the very least draw a line with John here. But of course he wouldn't. Instead, she was taunted by her father as he asked if she thought she deserved to have a bra. She shook her head before answering him. "No sir." she softly said. With that, she reached behind her and unclipped the bra, the soft and expensive material coming loose from around her and she let it slowly fall away from her body. This exposed her breasts to her father and quite lovely breasts they were. They were completely natural and they were a nice handful while they were topped with dusky pink nipples.

The bra was dropped on top of her other clothes before her fingers moved to her panties and they were pushed down over her hips, the material sliding down her long legs with a soft whisper before falling around her feet. Stepping out of the panties, she moved them so they were with everything else. The underwear had all been a christmas gift from her father. Much like all the rest of her underwear, these had been a specially ordered set. A set that he'd had fitted and made for her. That she'd been made to model for him the very same day she'd received them. She now stood completely naked in front of both her father and brother, her hands kept at her sides despite her urge to cover herself. The young woman had a beautiful body, much like her mother did.
 
Grant nodded with satisfaction as she agreed with him that the bra was unnecessary, as he'd known she would. It wasn't true, of course, and they both knew it, she definitely needed a bra especially during gymnastics, but he'd also known she wouldn't dare argue with him, which was just how he liked it. Though not as much as he liked seeing her remove her bra. Yes, forcing her to parade around for an hour after she'd received his gift was a wonderful memory...and part of the reason he didn't force her to be naked all the time. If he forbid her from wearing clothes in the house, she might get used to it, and he didn't want that to happen. Nor did he want to miss the sight of her removing her bra and exposing her breasts to him.

John, for his part, tried not to feel guilty as he watched his sister move her hands behind her back and unclasp her bra...something he normally didn't get to see at this angle. But when she removed her panties, bending over to get them off her feet...well, the view of her ass was one he'd seen many times, since pulling her shorts down had become one of his favorite past times. The sight of her bare ass almost made him forget this wasn't a private show...almost.

Grant, for his part, frowned as she removed her panties. "Did I TELL you to take your panties off?" He demanded, and he used that excuse to reach out with his right hand, his dominant, powerful one, and close it around her tit, wrapping his fingers around the flesh and squeezing in what he hoped was a painful method. Of course, he knew she could make the argument that he HAD ordered her to strip off all her clothing, but he suspected she was smart enough not to anger him further by trying to invoke logic.

Grant used his grip on her tit to try and force her back into the hallway, in front of John and Sara and anyone else who might wander by. He also had a free hand, and that went down between her legs to explore the area there, but he still wasn't done. Well aware John was looking on as he felt up his naked sister, Grant bent down a bit...both he and John were taller than Victoria...and planted a kiss against her lips. It wasn't a gentle one, or a quick peck. No, he mashed his lips against hers as hard as he could, then opened his mouth and tried to stick his tongue into her mouth. Again, something he did on a regular basis, though usually she wasn't naked at the time.
 
Like Grant, Victoria remembered vividly every time he 'gifted' her any underwear. Every time he did, it was demanded that she modeled them for him. Plenty of times before he'd gifted her a new set and she'd been made to change into them right there in his office and he'd have her wait on him for a time before she was finally dismissed when he grew bored of her. Behind her, she was still aware of her brother watching as she stripped off the last of her clothing. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her naked, but any time he had seen her bared, it had been completely different. Completely private between the two.

The moment her panties were off, Victoria instantly knew that she'd made a wrong move as her father blew up again despite the fact that he had indeed ordered all her clothing to be removed. Before she could reply, her father was closing the distance and his hand came up to cup and squeeze her breast in his hand. As he squeezed, she cried out in discomfort. She gritted her teeth as he gripped her breast and he began pushing her back. The girl stumbled back, her feet moving quickly as she was made to move out into the hallway.

With this moving out to the hall, it went from the semi-private setting of her trashed bedroom to the more public hallway where anyone could see what was happening. As this happened, she also felt his other large hand slip between her thighs and his hand began to touch her there. While keeping her off balance, Grant leaned in and pressed his lips against hers in a hard demanding kiss. This was honestly not the first time he'd ever done something like this to the young woman. And it wasn't surprising behavior from him. At least not surprising to Victoria or to the help that worked in the house. As his fingers began to explore between her thighs, Victoria gasped and that was all the chance he needed in order to shove his tongue into her mouth.

The young woman was unsteady, one of her hands reaching out to grab onto her father to keep from falling while she whimpered into the kiss. Otherwise she might have fallen on her ass in the hallway.
 
Far from feeling any sympathy or remorse when she cried out in anguish as he squeezed her breast, Grant grinned. That was exactly the effect he'd been hoping for, and while he'd done it often enough it wasn't a surprise, he still relished the effect it had on her, especially as he exerted the control he had over her by forcing her naked body into the public hallway, where John could see just what Grant was doing to her tit.

Grant gave an internal nod of satisfaction as he ran his hand between Victoria's thighs. He'd never tell her so, of course, but her workout regime was paying divends, and he could easily make out the muscles on her thighs. He ran hsi hand up a bit higher, running his fingers along the outline of her pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed, just as he'd dictated, but of course hsi real interest was in her vagina. he expertly ran his fingers along her folds, and when she gasped, as he knew she would, he planted his lips on hers, and inserted hsi tongue into her open mouth.

His anger temporarily forgotten, Grant just enjoyed the sensations for a bit. His fingers over the warmth of her folds. the combination of give and firmness of her breast, the taste of her lip balm on his tongue, but even without the anger to motivate him, he still had the desire to inflict a little pain on her. His fingers searched for the hole of her vagina, and when he found it, he put first one finger, then two, inside of her, then lifted his hand a bit. She'd have to stand on her tip toes of she wanted a bit of releif from the pressure. Grant pulled on her lower lip a bit as well, pulling it into his mouth where he could chew on it a bit. But at heart, Grant was a tits man, and it was her breast that bore the majority of his attention, as usual. Even when she wore clothes, Grant made it a point to fondle her breast, at least for a few seconds, every day. And at times like this, well...Grant tugged, twisted, and pulled, almost as if he thought he coudl yank if off her if he tried hard enough, and now with John as a witness, he made sure hsi son saw exactly how his twins breast should be treated.

Grant didn't even notice when she rached up and grabbed a hold of his shoulder, both to steady herself, and possibly also to pull her self up a bit and releive some of the pressure on her vagina. Instead of admonishing her, Grant glanced to the side where Sara was observing the assault impassively. "Take off your belt." He comanded her, and Sara blinked in surprise, This was new...Grant had never addressed her on these sorts of occasaions before. But Sara knew better that to hesitate and she swiftly removed the requested item and held it out tp Grant.
 
This wasn't the first time that Victoria had been subjected to this kind of assault at the hands of her father, the man doing something like this fairly frequently. It was a something that he'd started when she'd turned 16. The night of her 16th birthday, she was told that she was finally ripe and he'd decided it was time for her to become a woman completely. She remembered that night vividly. Of course, he'd been getting her ready for years before that. When she started her monthlies was when he began controlling everything about her, molding her into what he considered to be a perfect woman.

She was familiar with how rough he could be as he was frequently very heavy handed with her and this time was no different as he roughly grabbed at her breast. At the same time, he had shoved his other hand between her strong thighs, his fingers running over the carefully groomed pubic hair outside of her vagina, his fingers stroking over the hair before he slid them along her folds, feeling them. As he did this, she gasped and then felt his lips pressing against hers, the man pushing his tongue into her mouth. He was kissing her deeply in a way that absolutely no man should kiss their daughter.

The girl was feeling a mix of both pain and discomfort at the moment as he touched her, soft whimpers becoming swallowed by the kiss he had her trapped in. Her father moved his fingers over her soft folds for a bit before he found the entrance of her vagina and she felt him sink a finger into her tight hole. Without giving her a chance to even get used to it, he added a second finger before lifting. The drew a sharp gasp as she was forced to raise herself onto her tip-toes while her back arched slightly. Victoria's hand was upon her fathers shoulder, her fingers holding onto him as she stumbled again, the girl barely keeping her balance as he continued his abuse towards her. Each time he tugged and twisted at her breast, more sounds of discomfort spilled forth.

For a moment he even chewed on her bottom lip, abusing it for his own delight until he broke the kiss completely and Victoria turned her head, briefly glancing towards her twin. Her face was bright red from both being slapped twice and from the humiliation that was flooding her. She had never wanted her brother to see her like this. To never see what she was forced to endure at the hands of their father. It was bad enough that a number of the servants that worked in the house had been witness to what happened between father and daughter. Even Sara had been in the room during several of Victoria's punishments. But no one had ever told him to stop. That it was wrong.

When Grant looked over to the woman who was watching while standing next to John, he said something that surprised both Sara and Victoria. He ordered the other woman to remove her belt and Victoria looked over at Sara, concern showing in the girls eyes as she watched Sara remove her belt and hold it out to Grant. Swallowing, Victoria worried about what her father was about to do with the belt and she looked from Sara to her father again, her breathing picking up a little.
 
It was like watching a car wreck. Not that John had ever really seen one, at least not one bad enough that it played out over time and gave one the opportunity to look away, but he'd heard the term used for an event oen just couldn't look away from, even when you knew you should. What he SHOULD do was put a stop to this, but what he should do and what he could do were two very different things. John couldn't even leave, and if he tried to intervene, Father might even call for more security, and John had no doubt where their loyalty lay, or how badly things would go for Victoria after. So as she glanced over at him, John tried to keep his face impassive, though he couldn;'t stop the redness that came to hsi cheeks. Sympathitic blush for the humliation and abuse his sister was enduring. All for coming in second?

This wasn't, of course, the first time Grant had touched his daughter. He'd made it a point to give her a bath at least once a week, and touched every inch of her during the process. And of course he touched her tits at every opportunity, and knew the inside of her vagina better than her gynacologist, most likely. So he knew right where to thrust to give her a bit of pleasure to offset her humliation. But not too much, of course. He didn't want her to orgasm. Not yet.

Grant removed hsi fingers from inside her as he felt her clamp down on them, and he gave her breast one last hard tug before he released that as well. But he didn't release her. No, far from it. He took the belt from Sara, almost without looking at it, then wrapped the leather around his daughters neck before he ran it back through the buckle. Grant grinned as he noticed Sara was using a sliding buckle rather than the type he was used to. So didn't need a hole in the belt, he coudl adjust it to whatever length he needed. So he closed the loop around her neck, though he didn;'t cinch it tight. He didn't want to choke her, he just wanted to have enough pressure to let her know it was there. That she was collared like an animal.

Grant had never done that before, but the knowledge that he had another daugther out there, that Victoria wasn't as special as he thought, that if he took things too far she coudl always be replaced, well, that unleashed, no pun intended, a whole new side of him. "Get on yoru hands and knees." Grant ordered her, but before she even had a chance to comply, he brought his knee up sharply with the intent of ramming it into her crotch, confident the pain would cause her to follow his orders...orders she proabbbly would have followed anyway, but Grant liked this approach more.

He kept one hand tight on her impromptu leash...not that she could have gotten away, but he liked the physical reminder that he had total control over his new pet.
 
Things seemed to be going from bad to worse as Victoria was forced to endure more abuse at her fathers hands. She felt his fingers deep inside of her while his other hand abused her breast, the girl almost seeming to dance on her tip-toes as she tried to relieve the pressure between her thighs from him. But even as she held onto him, he was able to curl his fingers just so and he found that spot inside of her that tore a rough moan from her lips. The night that he'd discovered that spot, Victoria's father had bathed her and then spent quite some time exploring her vagina until he'd discovered that spot deep within her. And the moment he found it, he had tormented her by attacking that spot over and over, bringing her pleasure until she was on the verge of cumming but he would stop before she could. The man kept her like that for over an hour until the girl was in tears.

So he knew exactly where to find her g-spot and how to hit it to bring his daughter pleasure despite the other pain she was in. She whimpered and softly moaned until he pulled his fingers out of her and she gasped, her face red as she finally dropped down off her tip-toes, the girl able to stand properly again. He also released her breast with one last hard tug. She stood there breathless, her face red and her breast having turned an almost angry shade of pink from the abuse that Grant had just put her through. But the punishment wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Once he had Sara's belt in hand, the man wrapped it around her neck and she made a sound of fear as he looped the belt through the buckle and then pulled on it.

Victoria felt the belt closing around her neck and she felt her heart begin to pound against her ribcage as he pulled it snug around her neck. While she'd been through plenty of abuse in the past, this was new. He'd never gone this far. Sure, used his hand but not a belt. She was then ordered to get down onto her hands and knees. But before she could react, Victoria felt sharp pain in her groin and she cried out loudly as she dropped to the ground hard. The pain of the blow had been instantanious and she fell to her knees at his feet, her body hunching over as her shoulders shook. The young woman hadn't been expecting that and the strong front that she'd been keeping up in front of her brother instantly crumbled as she fell to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks as she muffled a sob.

Sucking in a few ragged breaths, Victoria slowly looked up at her father, her gaze moving along the length of the belt that was wrapped around her neck and then up at him directly. Several tears dripped from her chin and more clung to her eyelashes.
 
It wasn't that Grant didn't care about his daughter...he did, some might say too much. That's why he always wanted the best for her, or at least what he thought was the best. The girl lacked for nothing, at least as far as food and material possesions went, and in Grant's eyes, she had all the affection he could offer her as well. And when she needed discipline for failing to live up to her potential, well, it hurt Grant more than it hurt her, or at least that's what he told himself. The near orgasm he gave her? Well, that was just a reminder that if she could get through the punishment, he'd spend one of their special nights together, and make her feel as good as a woman could feel. The maons she let out, in his mind, let him know that she recalled those nights as well, and knew that he was doing this for her own good.

The knee to the groin? All right...that was a bit of an over reaction. The Oregon fiasco had thrown him off more than he wanted to admit, and the knowledge he had another daughter out there, a replacement for Victoria? Yes, he'd wanted to show her her place in the family wasn't as secure as she'd thought. He wouldn't want her to get cocky and forget her place, after all. But he had invested a lot of time and money into her, and it would take some time before his younger daugther was up to those standards. So he wasn't ready to throw Victoria away. And he had plans for Mr. Bailey...plans Victoria would need her vagina for, so hitting her there had been a mistake. He'd just let his curiosity get the better of him. But now that he knew...well, perhaps the simple threat of hitting her there would suffice, and he wouldn't have to do it again.

Grant actually felt a bit sorry for her...but he couldn't let her know that. No apology was going to come from his lips. He'd never apolagized to her, and he never would. But he saw John finally move forward and kneel at his sisters side, her twin taking the hem of his shirt and gently wiping her tears from her eyes, and he did nothing to stop him. Sara glanced over at Grant, a bit uncertain how to react to this, it was uncharted terratory for her as well, and Grant gave a small shrug. For the moment, he let the two try and comfort each other, and Sara nodded and remained where she was.

But Grant only let them have a few moments. He had plans for the night, and they weren't going to be derailed. "I said get on your hands and knees." Grant said as he gave the leash a slight tug to make sure he had her attention. "You haven't quite made up for your failure, and I have an announcement to make. The study is the apropiate place for both." He showed a small bit of mercy and let her knew at least where the end game was going to happen. "But how you get there is up to you. You want to be a cow, and have your brother work your udders on the way? Or woudl you rather be a bad dog, and get padddled?" Grant had forced her to do both before, but this was the first time he'd offered her a choice, and he was curious which way she would go.

Refusing, of course, was not an option.
 
As she knelt there, softly crying while pressing a hand between her legs where her father had hit her, Victoria heard footsteps approaching and she looked over to see John coming close. She was about to tell him not to when he knelt next to her and wiped her eyes. As he did this, several more tears rolled down her cheeks as she took that moment of uninterrupted comfort from her twin. The young woman never really understood why her father hated the close bond she shared with John. The two of them worked well together, like opposite sides of the same coin. Reaching out, Victoria placed a gentle hand on John's wrist while leaning into his hand slightly, her soft sobs fading as her brother knelt with her. Eventually she was kneeling there, the occasional sniff escaping her and she gave a soft hiccup before hearing their father speaking above her while giving a tug on the makeshift leash.

Feeling that, Victoria knew that her reprieve was over, and she patted John's arm, silently thanking him and letting him know that she should be okay. That she would be. The young woman moved away from him after scrubbing her hands against her cheeks, wiping away any remnants of her tears before she shifted herself onto her hands and knees. Her father then told her that she'd not quite made up for her failure and that he had an announcement to make. Which would be done in the study. The study was usually one of the places where he liked to carry out her punishments. Afterall, it was the center of his power in the house other than his bedroom.

Now knowing that they were going to be heading to the study and with her on her hands and knees, the young woman knew that she was about to be forced to crawl there. The study was halfway across the house from her bedroom. Barely more than a 5-minute walk on foot. But when on her hands and knees it was going to take longer. She was readying herself for the crawl there when her father then added more to this and she set her jaw, the girl getting frustrated with her father. She knew that she'd fucked up, even though it had been his rival who sabotaged her scores, but to now be subjecting John to take part in her punishment just wasn't fair. Knowing that there was no refusal to her fathers demands, Victoria sighed before answering him. "A bad dog, please." she told her father. She'd rather be called a bitch and a bad dog over being called a cow. At least she was given the choice this time. In the past, he'd made her crawl around and be treated as such and it was humiliating.
 
Would John have stopped if Tori had asked him to? john hated to admit it, but the answer was yes. It was Tori, his big (although he was several inches taller than her, and proabbly outweighed her too, though they'd never discussed it of course) sister, and she always knew what was best. Even if he didn't agree with her, he always listened to her. but she didn't...possibly because when she looked at him, he sped up a bit, so he was already next to her before she could catch her breathe enough to say anything. But in the end, it didn't matter. He was there for her, his presence good for something other than embarrassing her. He wiped the tears from her cheeks...a seemingly futile gesture given they arrived as quickly as he wiped them away...and he smiled as she touched his wrist, a silent (their communications almost always had to be silent when Father was around) indication hsi support was regognized and appreciated.

John didn't notice the tug on the leash, but he did recognize the pat on the arm for the dismissal it meant, and he gave a reluctant nod of assent as he moved away. Father hadn't reacted vilently to his intervention, not yet at least, and John knew better than to push his luck. John didn't rise to his feet, though...he hated himself for it, but he was curious what Tori would look liek on all fours, and he wasn't disapointed. The way her breasts now dangled beneath her...well, Grant wasn't the only one who admired her breasts. So he felt a flash of disapointment when Tori elected to be paddled, as part of him would have really enjoyed touching her tits even under these circumstances.

grant, for his part, had suspected his daughter hated it when he forced her to imatate a big dumb cow, liek he usually did when he found her test scores less than exemplary. But paddlign her...well, that was fun as well. Grant glanced over at John when her brother refused to move, and gave a slight shake of hsi head. "If you don't, I will." He warned his son, and demonstrated by bringing his hand agaisnt Victoria's buttocks as hard as he could, the sound of the impact echoing in the hallway. John's eyes widened at the sound, and he gave a mute nod of agreement. Grant tugged his daughter a few feet down the hall, and John reluctantly rose to his feet and followed, reaching out to lightly slap Tori's ass when Grant cast a glare in his direction.
 
Victoria loved her brother more than anything else in the world. He was the most important and the most precious thing that she had in her life, something that their father took advantage of. A long time ago, Grant made it known to Victoria that if she went against him in anyway, her twin would be punished. It was one of the easiest ways to retain control over her. Sure, over the years she'd taken the burnt of her fathers wrath in order to protect John. Some might think it was crazy to do so, but she thought it worth it. She had to protect John from the worst of their fathers nature to the best of her ability.

With the tug of the leash on her, the moment between brother and sister was broken and Victoria dismissed him for now as she moved away from him. She shifted onto her hands and knees, her body moving so she was at Grants feet. With her like this, her perky breasts hung beneath her and when she moved they would sway slightly. It didn't escape her notice that John didn't stand and move away, the young woman glancing at him to see that he was looking at her. If they had been in the privacy of Johns bedroom or if they had been somewhere away from here where they could be alone, Victoria might had let her brother touch her breasts to his delight. But right now she had to make a choice and she'd picked to be paddled.

After she had made her choice, it seemed both she and Grant were waiting for John to act, which he didn't. When he didn't, Grant looked at John and warned him that he would do it if John didn't. With that, he swung his hand and a loud yelp filled the hallway following a crack when he brought his hand down across her ass. It made her body jerk forward a bit and she felt her face heat up just like her ass now stung. With that, Grant tugged on the leash and she crawled with him, keeping pace with her father. Eventually John would follow them and then he slapped her ass. It wasn't as hard as when their father did it though. Victoria kept her head down though, making sure that she remained at her fathers side the entire time. From experience, she knew better then to fall behind or to move ahead of him. So she crawled when he walked and stopped when he did.
 
John had no idea of the extent Tori was protecting him. He just thought Father had given up on him as a lost cause and so focused his attention on his twin. Not that John minded...he'd suspected Tori's punishments were...extreme...and now that he was seeing it first hand...even participating in it a bit...well, being invisible was a good thing.

Grant couldn't see his daughter's breasts from his current angle, but he'd forced her into this postion enough times that he could easily picture it in his head. He did smirk a bit as he saw John ogling his sisters tits, and not really being subtle about it. "Nice, aren't they?" Grant said, then chuckled as John scrambled to his feet, his face red at being called out. He also winced a bit at the sound of the slap agaisnt Tori's ass...that had to hurt, and he knew damn well it would hurt worse if John didn't follow directions. So he likewise brought his hand agaisnt her butt, though it was more of a pat then a swat. "Harder." Grant insisted, and when John hesitated he swatted Victoria's other buttocks even harder.

"Wait!" John called out when Grant brought his hand back to paddle her again, and he brought his hand down agaisnt his sisters ass harder than last time. it didn't echo the way Grant's had, John still didn't want to hurt her, but everyone, including the two guards who had apppeared in the hallway, coudl hear it now, and that seemed to satisfy Grant.

Grant glanced down to his daughter as they came to the stairs. They'd never done the stairs before, and he was a bit curious how she'd handle it. At the very least, he expected a good view of her ass as she angled her body a bit. He did note she kept slack on the leash, remaining by his side so he didn't have to pull her along or haul her back. And that deserved a treat. "Good girl." He said as he patted her on the head.
 
Victoria's fit body was able to move with ease next to her father. As she did, the slightly defined muscles beneath her skin rippled. Muscles that had been built with years of training in gymnastics and other activities that the young woman had been ordered to take part in. In there was a skill that peeked her fathers interest and he thought it would come in use in the future, she was made to learn it. Thousands of dollars had been dropped in the training and building of who and what Victoria was. The girls at her school were jealous, thinking that Victoria had it made and could get whatever she wanted thanks to her father who, to the outside world, seemed to spoil and lavish attention on his daughter. If only they knew what the young woman went through when her fathers attention was on her.

Her brothers ogling of her breasts was not lost on Victoria. It wasn't the first time. But she heard her father call John out on it and she sighed. Then came the slap of her fathers hand against her ass. It did hurt. A lot. But she'd picked this over her breasts being played with as they moved to her fathers choice of location for her punishment. When John slapped her ass though, it wasn't overly soft, but compared to her fathers it was more of a pat then a spank. And it was definitely not hard enough for the older man. Something that he made known by ordering John to do it harder. But John hesitated. And he hesitated too long, so Grant slapped her ass even harder. This one brought a pained yelp from her, the girl feeling the flesh of her backside stinging long after he'd swatted her. Just the two slaps from Grant had left red hand prints on her skin. She was sure to have more before the night was out.

When their father went to do a third swat, the girl hunching her shoulders slightly as she readied for the blow, John spoke up and then he slapped her himself. This time it was harder then before. It hurt a bit, mostly because of the blows from Grant before and though it didn't give a sharp sound like Grants paddles, it was enough that everyone in the hallway could hear it. It was enough to satisfy their father for now though. The whole time though, Victoria knelt at the older mans side, quiet with the exception of the soft sounds of pain that had come from being paddled by the two men. In that moment, she really was like a well trained pet for him. Quiet and remaining at his heel, doing as she was told and no sign of fighting back. She knew better. She knew the consequences of such actions.

With Grant satisfied for now, the group made their way down the hall to the stairs and they paused. In the past, she'd been paraded up and down the halls and through his office downstairs. But they'd never gone the steps with her like this. In the moment she hesitated at the top of the steps, it was clear that the young woman was perhaps a little nervous about attempting them. The moment passed quickly though and she just before she began the slow desent to the first floor, she felt her father pat the top of her head and she glanced up at him. Her bangs shadowed her eyes, but he could still see those pretty hazel eyes as they looked up to him at his praise. After he'd patted her on her head, she looked forward again and began going down the steps. It was one step at a time for her, her upper body angled downwards. This caused her ass to raise to a better level for those behind her to be able to watch that perky round backside sway with each step she went down, the sight of her wet pussy there between her firm thighs just adding to the vision.

It took her a couple minutes, but finally she reached the bottom of the steps with minimal incident other then when she'd almost slipped half way down, her hand having slipped on the edge of one of the steps. She'd almost taken a tumble down, but she'd managed to catch herself. After that, she'd been even more careful. Now that they were on the ground floor, she took a moment to make sure that she was at her fathers side and he was ready to continue to the study before she began crawling again. The entire time, she was extremely aware of the stares that they were getting from some of the guards and even maids that worked in the house. It wasn't the first time these people saw such a sight. She still hated that she was out in the halls of the house like this. Luckily they didn't stop and stare, all of them fearing Grants anger should they be caught staring at his daughter. So they quickly continued on their way to continue their work.
 
This wasn't the first time John had seen his sisters naked body...it was one of his favorite things to look at, after all, and she was usually willing to humor him in that respect. But it was the first time he'd seen her crawl like this, or be naked in public, even if it was in the semi-privacy of their home. So it was a different experience for him, but even under the circumstances, he quite enjoyed the sight of the muscles rippling under her skin, he'd never properly appreciated them before. And much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed paddling her as well. The show of dominance over his older sister was a bit of a turn on, though he convinced himself it was the pained yelp she gave when Father paddled her that motivated him to paddle her instead.

Grant smirked a bit as he sensed more than saw her hesitate on the edge of the stairs. He'd suspected it would be a bit intimidating for her, and he was glad he was right. He also gave a small nod of approval when she began to descend the stairs without an encouraging swat from him. Sure, John paddled her, but that was hardly hard enough to be called proper motivation. John, for his part, had another reaction. Not to his sister being praised like a dog, but to the sight of her ass being raised as she angled her body enough he could see her breasts dangling and swaying as well. "Wow." He said softly...and forgot to paddle her as she descended the stairs.

Up until the point where she missed a step, that was. Grant, for his part, understood the mis step. This wasn't something they'd practiced, and it was an awkward angle. Besides, she'd recovered quickly. But still, Grant gave her two sharp blows to the ass, one on each buttocks. Harder than the ones John had been using, but the lightest ones he'd administered yet. It wasn't really a punishment, more of a reminder that he was watching and imperfection was not to be tolerated. And also to remind John of his task, It got a bit crowded on the staircase, but John awkwardly made his way close enough to his sister that he could lightly slap her ass a few more times as she made her way down.

When the group finally made it to the bottom of the steps. Grant glanced down the hall. His study, their ultimate destination, was at the end of the hall, only about twenty feet away, but Grant didn't want to make it that easy for her. "Get on her back." Grant ordered his son, and John opened his mouth to protest...until he realized that if he didn't do it, Grant probably would, and Father weighed a lot more than John did. So if he followed Father's command, Tori would probably get off easier. So John reluctantly raised one of his legs and put it over his sisters back, the gingerly lowered his butt until he was sitting on her lower back, using the theory that the position would put most of his weight on her thighs and make the crawl easier for her. "Is this good?" He asked softly, fully willing to reposition if she requested it.

Father, however, didn't hesitate. "Grab her hair by one hand." Grant commanded, and John obliged, like Tori was a horse and her hair was the reins. "And don't forget to paddle her...that's how she knows to move." Grant claimed, and John reluctantly brought his hand down on her butt.
 
The trip down the stairs with both her father and brother had been fairly uneventful, the trio making their way down slowly. Her father didn't rush her nor make it more difficult then it had to be. He also didn't say anything when John failed to continue paddling her on the way down. At least, not until she almost slipped, that is. When her hand had slipped and she almost toppled head first, the girl gasped and scrambled to regain her balance. When she'd done that, her father gave her two sharp blows to her ass. They hadn't been as hard as the ones he'd initially done earlier, but they still hurt more than the swats she was receiving from John. She knew what they were. It wasn't so much a punishment as they were a warning. A reminder. He was always watching and he always expected perfection from her. It was also to remind John that he was supposed to be paddling her the entire way to the study.

After that, John moved a bit closer to her on the crowded staircase and began paddling her the rest of the way down. But once they were down at the bottom, before she could continue on the way to the study, Grant wanted to make things harder for his daughter. The destination was so close. And for that last 20ft, he decided to make things harder by ordering his son to get onto his daughters back. When he ordered this, Victoria looked up at the man. She hated how hard he was on her. It was exhausting and his judgmental treatment was neverending for her. There always seemed to be something wrong. Even when she ranked top of her classes and came home with the gold, she always felt like he never thought it was enough. She was never good enough. Never smart enough. Never pretty enough. If it wasn't for John and his love for her, her fathers treatment would probably give the girl some kind of complex.

As if sensing Johns hesitation once again, the girl looked over at him, seeing him opening his mouth as if to protest. But it seemed he rethought that decision because he instead swung a leg over her back and straddled her smaller frame. He moved so he was above her lower back and he sat down, putting his weight down near her hips. When he sat, she grunted softly and her body tensed a bit. Though she was older, Victoria was still smaller then her brother and having him sitting on her was going to make this last part of the journey to the study a lot more difficult. When she was asked if it was good, she took a moment before nodding. "It's fine." she said, her voice a little rough.

Of course, it was still not enough as Grant also had John grab her hair. The more her father gave orders, the more she felt like he was making John treat her like an animal. At this point, it felt like she was being ridden like some kind of pony. When John was reluctant again, she huffed softly. "Just do as father says, John." she said, her voice but firm. She was tired of the hesitations. She understood that John didn't want to hurt her. But right now they were both being subjected to their fathers... questionable whims. And eventually Johns reluctancy and hesitations were going to get one of them punished even worse. Right now, she just wanted to reach that study. She remained still, waiting for John to do it what he was told and she only moved when he brought his hand down on her already sore backside. Once he did, she began the slow crawl down the hall to the study.

As she carried him, it was fine at first though a little difficult. But the further they went down the hall the harder it got on her. Her brothers weight was placed upon her hips and thighs, but that also pressed upon her knees which the hardwood floor was not kind to as she crawled. Anyone watching the young woman would see how tremors began to start in her legs and sweat began to form on her back. The girl looked like she might collapse at some point but she set her jaw and pushed herself harder. By the time she reached the door of the study, her breathing was heavier and she stopped outside of the closed office, waiting for her father to open it.
 
David COULD have used the back stairs, of course. It was his meal break, and there was more than one way to get to the kitchen. But as soon as Grant had pushed Victoria, buck naked, out of her room, well, David hadn't really been hungry anymore. Or rather, he'd had a whole different type of humger. He wasn't insane, he wouldn't dare lay on hand on Victoria, but clearly there was no harm in looking, right? If Boss wanted to keep Victoria's punishment private, they would have stayed in her room. Clearly having others watch her be humliated was part of the punishment. Besides, it wasn't like he just stood there and gawked...he walked aroudn a bit on the upper floor, making his rounds, even though his replacement had already arrived. So when the strange group went down the stairs, Dave joined them, wincing a bit as he saw Grant paddle her already red ass. Victoria didn't deserve that, but again, no way in hell was Dave going to intervene.

When Grant gave the order for John to mount his sister, he caught the look she cast at him, though she was smart enough not to say anything, or loook at him too long. That would have earned her another slap. But the look didn't last long enough for Grant to come up with a punishment, if one was really needed, and when John assumed the required postion, and his sister claimed it was fine, Grant forgot all about it, even though he nodded as Victoria grunted and strained to get the words out. The journey, though short, would be hard, which was exactly the point. Grant nodded again as Victoria instructed John ust to follow his orders. Clearly she'd learned that lesson well, and was willign to pass it on to her brother. It was proabbly an act of self preservation, though. Grant wasn't particulary angry with her anymore...the blow to her crotch had releived most of that...but she was proabbly smart enough to realize how easily he coudl become angry again, and that she would bear the brunt of it.

John hated to admit it, and proabbly never would...but he enjoyed the dominate postion he had on his sisters back. He tried not to yank on her hair, but he couldn't resist tugging on it a bit, forcign ehr to turn her head to releive the pressure, and he saw how her course adjusted as well. And of course the way she started moving when he slapped her ass...well, he tried not to get excited and hit her too hard, though he had to admit he proabbly did. Maybe she wouldn't notice, or maybe she'd blame Father for that. He didn't notice the tremors in her legs as she approached her target, even though everyone else in the hallway did. Sara was the only one who didn't smile, she was all too aware that on a whime Grant could get her doing the same thing.

When they reached the door, Grant didn't immedeitly open it. He heard how her breathing changed, and he knelt down to see what that was doing to her tits...and yes, it was every bit as enjoyable a sight as he'd hoped. So much so, in fact, that he couldn't resist reaching out and carrassing her breasts again...not nearly as rough as he had in her bedroom, though. This was for his pleasure, not her punishment. He then began to run hsi hands along ehr torso towards her legs, then withdrew his hands when he felt her sweat. "Yuck." He complaiend as he rose to his feet and wiped his hands off on Sara's shirt. "You can get off her now." He told John as he finally opened the door, then bent down and swatted Tori in the rear, encouraging her to move into the relative privacy of his study.
 
While John had been mounted on top of her, Victoria had definitely noticed how he would tug on her hair, making her turn her head slightly, much like a horse would when being guided. And each time she had to turn her head, she had to adjust the course of where she was going. Victoria was an extremely bright young woman, so something like that wouldn't escape her notice. Neither did the way he slapped her ass. It was harder then he had before. Of course, it could be passed off as him doing it not only because she ordered him to do as their father said and he was just doing that. Or it could be from him being excited to do it. She wasn't about to question him in that moment. Not when she needed to get to her destination. She needed to get there before her arms and legs decided they were done carrying her brothers weight.

The whole time though, they always had come kind of audience. Luckily with them approaching the study, the number of people seeing her dwindled until it was just the small group of them. Finally they reached the study and the young woman paused, closing her eyes and she breathed heavily, her head bowing a little as she waited. When her father stepped forward and knelt to look at her, her face was one of concentration and even some determination. She then felt his hands caressing her breasts. When she did, her eyes opened and she turned her head slightly to gaze at her father. His hand wasn't as rough as it was earlier as he touched those perky, soft globes of flesh, feeling them in his palm. It was clear to all of them that the touch wasn't to punish the girl. No, this was different. This was for his enjoyment. Then his hand moved along her torso, his fingers running through the light layer of sweat that had formed on her soft skin and he pulled away.

Victoria heard his complaint while he stood and then ordered John off his sister. When John got off her, her body sagged just slightly while hearing the door open. Once she was given that swat to her rear, she moved forward again. Her movements where a little stiff but she kept going until she was all the way in the study, only stopping once she reached the middle of the study, right where she was normally ordered to stop. The moment she came to that spot in front of Grants desk, she stopped and waited. Waited for what was to come next. For what kind of punishment was still awaiting her from here.
 
The fact Victoria might give out before she reached her destination never crossed John's mind. Sure, he'd seen her fail before, but that was things like getting an answer just a bit off on a math test, or being beat by someone in a competion because it was rigged. He'd never seen her fail just because her body gave out. So when she didn't call him out on his paddling or guiding, he'd thought she'd just accepted he did what had to be done, and never thought he'd enjoyed it.

When she crawled inside Father's private study, John thought he was off the hook. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd been allowed inside the room, and he assumed this wasn't one of them. But a look was exchanged between Sara and Grant when John tried to step away, and the bodyguard stopped him with a simple hand on the arm. That decision made, John followed Father inside the room, and Sara followed behind, shutting the door behind her.

Grant wasn't surprised Victoria knew just where to stop. This was the point he either directed her to the easy chair in the corner so they could 'cuddle' in front of the fireplace, or where he directed her to the desk to either work on her homework, or accept her punishment. Grant suspected she might be hoping for the former, but of course the latter was on the agenda. He didn't bother telling her what to do, even though he was sure she would have obeyed. No, Grant still wanted to exert hsi power over her, so he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her into postion, bent over his desk.

Sometimes when Grant did this, he swept the desk off first so she'd be a bit more comfortable, but that wasn't on the agenda today. He aimed the upper half of her torso towards the computer keyboard, mildly amused at the idea of what she might type as her breasts rested on the letters. He didn't bother holding her in place, he knew she wouldn't dare move, as he began to unfasten his pants. With her bent over like that, both of the holes in her groin area made great targets, and as he lowered his pants, then his underwear, he tried to decide if tonight woudl be a pussy or an asshole night.
 
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