Jack awoke to find himself staring down the barrel of his pistol. Tiffany tried to put some food in a pack with her free hand, while the girls watched with wide eyes. "I'm sorry," she said tearfully, "I was thinking about it all night, and I just can't turn my kids over to someone who wants to have sex with them!"

Jack smiled tightly and said, "So, not only are you going back on your word, but you are robbing the one person who has helped you since all of this happened. If you had said you wanted to leave, I would have let you, and even given you some food like we talked about last night."

"I'm sorry," apologized Tiffany again, "but as you said, it's too dangerous for us alone out there, but with the gun, we'll be OK."

"Do you really think so?" chuckled Jack. "Have you ever fired a gun before? Did you know you have the safety on right now? It's that little lever on the right side."

Tiffany stared hard at him a moment, her ears turning red. Then, she pointed the gun at the ground and tried to pull the trigger, but nothing happened. Fumbling with the safety for a second, she swung the pistol back to cover Jack. "How many rounds do you think are in there, anyway?" asked Jack. "you might last a couple of weeks with it, depending on how many people you run into that want to hurt you. What if they sneak up while you are sleeping, though? Or maybe there will be a large group, you might kill a few, but the rest would quickly overpower you."

Jack could tell Tiffany was wavering, a tear slid slowly down her cheek. "But..." she sniffled.

"But nothing," Jack interjected. "Right now you are setting a pretty bad example for your kids. You're telling them it's OK to go back on your word, and it's OK to rob people." Moving closer to her, he whispered, "Are you going to shoot me in front of them, even though I've never done anything to harm you?"

"Don't hurt him, Mommy, he was nice!" cried Carrie Anne.

Jack watched Tiffany battle her emotions, while her hand was shaking. Her finger started to tighten on the trigger, and then relaxed, as the gun drooped. "Here, give that to me, and we can sort this out," he said.

Tiffany looked at him and at her frightened children, then abruptly nodded. She handed him the gun as her shoulders slumped. Jack winked at her, and said, "It wasn't even loaded, you know. I wondered if something like this might happen, and unloaded both guns last night."

Tiffany looked at him in shock, and asked, "Then why did you let me go through all that? Why not just grab the gun from me?"

Jack paused for a moment, then said, "I wanted to see what you would do. If you had pulled the trigger, we would be having a very different conversation! My offer of last night still stands, with some modifications. You can leave now, wearing the clothes you came here with, and I'll give you enough food for one day. If you follow me, or I see you again, I'll assume you are trying to steal from me and I'll take what action I think appropriate. Or, if you decide to stay, you must accept punishment. This is your second chance, and there aren't any more. If you try something like this again, I'll severely punish you, then kick you out immediately, with no extra food. It's your choice."

Tiffany glanced at the girls, and whispered, "Last night, I-I started thinking about what you would do to my girls. It disgusted me... But part of me... part of me was excited by it, and that scared me..."

Seeing that the crisis was over, the girls came closer, as Carrie Anne said "Mommy, are we going to have to leave? We promised to stay last night, and we already said it was OK for him to touch us."

"Yeah Mommy, we promised!" said Missy.

"If we leave, will the bad men hurt you again?" asked Carrie Anne.

"N-no, we're staying, I'm sorry I tried that, Jack." said Tiffany, resignedly. She slowly approached Jack, and reluctantly took off the T-shirt that barely covered her bottom. "I'm ready for my... my punishment." she muttered, looking hard at the ground and reddening heavily. "Do the girls have to watch?"

"Of course," said Jack, "that's part of the punishment." Tiffany's flush brightened further, but she said nothing else as Jack motioned her over to a log that he sat on. "Now girls," he said, "you'll also need to be punished since you were a part of it, but I'm only going to give you one swat each, since you were just obeying your mother which is normally good." Looking at Tiffany, he said "You see, your actions also have consequences to your children."

Tiffany nodded briefly, "I understand." She grimaced as she draped her nude body over his legs.

Jack slowly caressed her bottom for a moment, admiring her puckered anus and the inviting folds of her cleft through her slightly parted legs, then told her to count as he started to punish her. He raised his palm up high, and then brought it sharply down on her left buttock. "One!" said Tiffany.

He inspected his handiwork for a moment, then repeated the swat on her right cheek. "Two!" said Tiffany.

Jack went back to the left side, and gave her another good swat, the sound ringing through the glade. "Three!" Tiffany gasped.

He motioned the girls closer, and they watched as he delivered another ringing slap to Tiffany's right side. "F-Four!" she said.

He decided to change it a bit, and managed to get both cheeks equally with the next swat. "Oh!" gasped Tiffany, "Five!"

Jack noticed both cheeks were reddening noticeably, and returned his attention to the left cheek. He put a little extra swing into this one, and landed a resounding smack on her quivering flesh. "S-six!" cried Tiffany, her voice breaking.

He repeated the extra hard swing on her right buttock, causing her to yelp as she cried "S-seven!"

Jack noticed a bit of moisture glistening on her twat, and caused the next slap to land directly on her moist quim. "EEEK!" she screeched, "E-eight!"

He rubbed her twitching bum for a second, and then proceeded with the final two swats. He landed the first one on her left side again, causing her to gasp in pain (or was it pleasure?) "N-nine!" she yelped. The final blow landed on her right cheek, and Jack noticed tears running down her cheeks as she cried "T-ten!"

He looked at his handiwork once again, and gently rubbed both cheeks for a moment. He noticed that his pants leg was damp, and saw that she had produced even more glistening fluid from her snatch. He ran two fingers through her lower lips as she squirmed, and brought the slimy strands up under her face. "Now then, what's this all about? Did you enjoy that a bit?" he slyly asked.

Tiffany saw the shiny proof of her excitement on his fingers, and began blushing even more profusely, turning bright scarlet. "M-my ex used to d-discipline me." she murmured. "I-I started to like it..."

"Well, that kind of defeats the purpose of punishment, doesn't it?" asked Jack. "Girls, I need you to come here. I want each of you to give your mother one swat, as hard as you can!"

"What!? NO!" cried Tiffany, as she futilely tried to struggle up from her awkward position.

"I'm sorry," said Jack, "but maybe the humiliation of being spanked by your daughters will prevent you from doing something, if you decided to ignore the physical pain from me." Tiffany slumped back down as her daughters approached. "Now girls, I don't want you to hit her out of anger because you are going to get spanked, but because this is part of her punishment. On the other hand, I don't want you to go easy on her because she's your mother, either. If that happens, I'll give you an extra swat for disobeying, and her an extra one to replace your swat."

Carrie Anne decided to go first, and with tears streaming down her cheeks, gave her mother the hardest swat she could. "I'm sorry, Mommy," she cried. Jack watched with satisfaction, while the swat was merely a tap compared to his own, it was delivered with all the force a 10 year old girl could muster.

Tiffany sobbed out, "E-Eleven!" the indignity of being spanked by her daughter much more painful to her than the swat.

Jack motioned Missy to go next, and she also tearfully cried out "Sorry, Mommy!" as she swung her tiny arm back and landed a loud slap on Tiffany's abused bottom.

"T-Twelve!" sobbed Tiffany. Jack helped her to her feet, and motioned Carrie Anne to take her position.

The 10-year-old removed her shirt and stood nude before him, her hands anxiously covering her bottom. Jack placed her over his knee, enjoying the feel of the young girl's body, and prepared to give her the swat he had promised. She removed her hands from her bottom and gritted her teeth, as he gently rubbed her butt for a second, spreading her cheeks apart to see her little rosebud and cleft.

He brought his hand up, and delivered a fairly light swat covering both of her small buttocks, causing her to jump. While not heavy, it was still enough to sting for a while, so Jack rubbed her bottom for a bit as tears rolled down Carrie Anne's cheeks and she slowly stood up. "That wasn't as bad as some of Daddy's spankings!" she confided, beginning a credible imitation of her mother's blush. Leaning over, she whispered in his ear, "Sometimes when he'd spank me, I'd feel tingly inside! Your spanking made me tingly too!" Leaning away again, she said "I'm sorry, we'll be good from now on." She gave him a hug, and kissed him wetly on the cheek.

Jack grinned, and called Missy over. She hesitated until her sister told her, "Don't worry, he won't hit you as hard as Daddy did!" The little girl trembled, but went ahead and removed her shirt and came to Jack. He gently placed her over his knee, and started his upswing.

She fearfully placed her hands over her buttocks, and Jack stopped for a moment. "Missy, I can't give you your swat with your hands there," he said softly. "What happened if you tried that with your daddy?"

Sobbing, the little girl said, "H-He'd hit my hands, and t-then give me more swats for not moving them!"

"We don't want that to happen, do we?" said Jack. "After all, you did agree to follow my rules, and accept any punishment I give you, didn't you?" Slowly, Missy nodded, and pulled her hands away, tears filling her eyes. "I'm sorry that I have to do this, sweetie." Jack said, as he raised his hand, and quickly gave her buttocks a light slap, just heavy enough to pinken her tender skin slightly. She let out a small yelp that turned to sniffling as Jack softly rubbed her buttocks to ease the stinging. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Missy shook her head no, and asked, "W-would you kiss it to make it better?" Jack smiled, and bent down to give each cheek a light kiss, as Missy giggled through her tears and said, "You kissed my butt! Do it to Carrie Anne and Mommy, too!"

Jack laughed with her, and proceeded to kiss Carrie Anne's buttocks, and then called Tiffany over. As she bent over, exposing her sore cheeks to his kisses, he caught a strong whiff of her moist sex, and whispered, "You're still excited, aren't you?" He didn't think it was possible for Tiffany's blush to deepen any further, but somehow she managed it, and briefly nodded.

Jack proceeded to cover her ass with kisses, sometimes licking softly. Once he ran his tongue lightly around her ass-hole, as Tiffany jumped from the unexpected treatment. Jack even plunged his tongue into the depths of her sopping pink lips a few times, loudly slurping her juices as the two girls giggled. Tiffany moaned softly from his actions, and suddenly stiffened as her cunt spasmed and then overflowed with her feminine cum. Jack proceeded to tongue clean her, and when he was done, a beet-red Tiffany turned around and whispered "Thank you!" in his ear.

As they all put their shirts back on, a curious Missy asked, "Why'd you kiss her butt more than once?"

"Silly, she got spanked more times than us!" interjected Carrie Anne quickly, who seemed to have a strange look on her face.

"Oh, OK," said Missy as she wandered down to the shallows of the stream to play.

Jack found a small box of detergent in his bag to give to Tiffany. "You'll probably want to try to wash out your clothes so they can dry quickly," he said. "Once you're done, drape them over those bushes so they'll get sunlight and some breeze."

Tiffany nodded, and started towards the stream, but suddenly stopped. She looked over at Carrie Anne, who seemed to have trouble meeting her mother's eyes, and then Tiffany looked sharply at Jack. She started to say something, then sighed. Coming back over to a bemused Jack, she whispered, "Please be gentle with her!" in his ear. Curious, Jack looked over at Carrie Anne, as her mother headed to the stream to wash the clothes and keep an eye on Missy.

Carrie Anne was looking down at the ground, and twisting the bottom of her shirt. Seeing that her mother was out of earshot, the girl looked up at Jack, and shyly asked, "Missy couldn't see it, but you licked Mommy's cunny, didn't you?"

Jack nodded, and said, "It made me feel good to do it, and it made her feel good as well, like when you used Mr. Bear to rub yourself."

Carrie Anne pondered that for a moment, then began blushing slightly and asked, "I saw her go all funny at the end, how come?"

Jack took a second to figure out how to best phrase it, and then said, "After a while of doing something that feels good like that, you get a really good feeling all over your body. That's called an orgasm."

Carrie Anne thought for another moment, then said, "When you licked her, is that part of sex? I... I saw Mommy and Daddy having sex once I think, and he didn't lick her. He put his thing in her, and she said weird stuff like 'Oh yes, give it to me', and she kept making noises!"

Jack smiled at her, and said "Yes, licking like that can be part of sex, sometimes it's the whole thing, and sometimes it isn't even used. Would you like me to show you what it feels like?" Carrie Anne didn't seem all that surprised by his offer, and she quickly nodded as she glanced to the stream where her mother and sister were.

Jack motioned her to the sleeping area, and gently said, "I want you to tell me if you want to stop, OK?" Carrie Anne just blushed a bit more, and started to take her shirt off. She quickly reconsidered, and went over to Jack, holding up her arms so he could remove it.

Touched by the gesture, he swooped in and gave her a light peck on the cheek, then slowly started to pull her shirt over her head. Soon she was standing nude before him, and he lightly brushed her nipples with his fingers, then moved in and gave them a few flicks with his tongue, causing them to harden noticeably on her flat chest.

"Ohh, that tickles!" exclaimed Carrie Anne, with a slight catch in her voice. Jack smiled at her, and proceeded to move his hand down to her cleft, his fingers tracing a path down her skin as he went. He began to softly stroke her little lips, occasionally brushing a finger against her little protruding clit. Running a finger through her preteen valley, he felt an unmistakable slickness as she moaned from the sweet torture.

Jack glanced up at her, and with slightly glazed eyes she implored him to continue. He gently laid her down on his sleeping bag, and began to kiss his way down from her neck to her little cunny, stopping along the way to tease her nipples again with his tongue. He slowly traced a trail of saliva down her chest, circling her belly button, and ending just before her clit.

He glanced down to the stream bank, and was surprised to see Tiffany watching them, not with anger, but an odd look of longing on her face. She appeared to have her hand in her crotch, but when she noticed Jack looking at her, she flushed brightly and yanked her hand away, returning her attention to the clothes. Carrie Anne had begun panting slightly, and when she noticed that he had stopped, she gave him a puzzled look, disappointment clearly showing in her eyes. "Why'd you stop?" she pleaded. "It was starting to feel really nice!" Her hands instinctively tried to push his head back onto her pubic region.

Jack grinned at her and said, "Sorry about that, sweetheart," as he resumed his journey of exploration. He raised her legs for easier access, and began slowly moving his tongue closer to her honey pot, as she whined in anticipation. Jack flicked her clit once or twice with his tongue, causing her to arch her back, then he moved down to the young girl's hairless outer lips, kissing and licking down the sides of them and continuing past her slit to her little pucker. He gently teased it with his tongue for a moment, then wet his middle finger with saliva, and gently eased the tip of his finger into her ass.

Carrie Anne tensed in shock at the intrusion, then moaned and relaxed as Jack resumed licking at her damp crotch. His tongue trailed up from her anus to her tender slit, and she gasped as he ran his tongue along her sex, tasting her sweet nectar.

As he gently kissed and licked at her childish folds, he worked his finger deeper into her ass, causing her to moan even louder from the double assault. He briefly glanced up, and saw that her face was flushed bright pink, with her eyes tightly screwed shut. Every breath she took was a panting whimper.

Extending his tongue, he pushed it inside her quivering flesh as far as it would go, and proceeded to tongue fuck her for a bit. Feeling her begin to arch her back and clench her fists, he moved back to her neglected clit and began alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it, occasionally gently tugging it with his teeth. Carrie Anne started whining in one continuous sound, and then arched her back completely off the ground as Jack felt her cunny spasm several times, each time bringing a small flood of juices which he eagerly lapped up. Finally, the young preteen collapsed on the ground, and slowly opened her eyes.

"W-wow!" her voice shuddered as she spoke. "Th-That was awesome! I-Is it like that all the time?"

Jack raised his head from between her thighs, chin glistening with her juices. "It can be, sweetie," he grinned. "It might be a little different each time."

He moved up and gave her a proper kiss on the mouth, and she curiously tasted the nectar on her lips. "Is that what I taste like down there? It tastes kind of funny, but not bad." Rolling the taste around on her tongue, she gave him a quick hug as he gently caressed her nipples again, then she grabbed her T-shirt and put it on. "Thank you! Can... can we do that again sometime?" she implored.

"Certainly, darling, any time you'd like," laughed Jack. She giggled as she ran off to play with her sister. Jack watched her dash off, and stood up to work out some kinks.

He saw that Tiffany had apparently finished the washing, and was now working around the fire. She studiously avoided his gaze, but she was flushed beet red again, and Jack knew she had witnessed the way he had satisfied her daughter. He watched her for a moment, and once again saw her hand drift to rub between her legs, as if by its own accord.

He stepped over to the fire, and as she heard him approach, she jerked her hand out of her crotch again and turned to face him. "Thank you for not hurting her," she whispered, her face still glowing bright red. "I just watched a strange man lick my daughter to orgasm, and I should be furious, but all I can think is that watching the two of you was the most incredibly hot thing I've ever seen!"

Her hand drifted to her crotch again, but this time she left it there, as she tried to change the subject. "I hope you don't mind, I found the box of pancake mix in your supplies, and wanted to make breakfast."

Jack smiled as he gently drew her hand from her crotch and proceeded to kiss her damp fingers, the smell of her musk strong upon them. "That's fine, I was going to suggest pancakes this morning anyway. I've never met a kid who would turn down pancakes!"

As if by magic, the two girls popped up, as Missy said "PANCAKES! YAAAY!" and Carrie Anne added, "We smelled something cooking, I love pancakes!"

End of Part 2

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