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Hi from Jenny.
This story was first published at the end of Riya's story about travelling back from the Kia Iwi Lakes, but we've decided that since it wasn't about travelling, it should be added as a separate story of its own. With a bit of improvement, here it is, here.
The next morning, after our trip back from the lakes, was the last full day in New Zealand. They would be leaving for either Australia or India the following day.
There was a bit of a scene after breakfast when Peter had asked the twins to hand over their keys to the car they shared. There was a bit of arguing back, then came the tears, especially from Carol.
“You can't do that! My life will be ruined if I can't go out!” Carol said.
“You should have thought of that before you disobeyed us,” I replied.
“Our friends will never speak to us again,” Kirsten said.
“They can't be any kind of friends then,” I replied, not believing a word of their dramatics. “You're better off without them.”
“That's fucking not fair. You are so mean!” Kirsten added, looking at her father, probably hoping he would break first.
It didn't help their cause when Kirsten swore at her father and called him mean. But through it all, Peter and I remained firm and wouldn't back down. We had to, whether we liked it or not; we couldn't let them win with this. They broke the rules, so they needed to face the punishment.
“How do you think we feel? In front of all our friends. You know the group rules! And you deliberately disobeyed them,” Jenny said.
“Mike and Shanti are our friends. Sarvesh and Amita are too. You let all of us down!” Peter added.
“But we didn't mean to hurt you, Daddy,” Carol tried to say.
'Daddy!' See, still playing games, going for him as they thought he would give in first.
“Well, you did,” Peter said. “I'm very disappointed in you both. I thought you were good girls.” He paused for a moment to move between them, putting an arm around each of them. “Look, I love you girls and don't want to punish you.”
It was an intense moment for all three of them. The girls were in tears. Peter had tears in his eyes, too. I was touched by it. I thought they were beginning to realise that it wasn't the sex but the way they betrayed us, the broken trust. But with those two, it was hard to tell if it was a put-on.
Finally, both in tears, they ran off to a bedroom.
“It's hard not to give in to them. But they need to be punished for what they did,” Peter said.
“You're always a bit soft on them,” I smiled back at him.
“I know, but they are our daughters. I think the world of them,” Peter said.
I stepped over and hugged him. "I know you do. You're a good father to them. But this power struggle has been building for a while now. We can't give in!”
It was a touching moment. I could see he was struggling.
This story was first published at the end of Riya's story about travelling back from the Kia Iwi Lakes, but we've decided that since it wasn't about travelling, it should be added as a separate story of its own. With a bit of improvement, here it is, here.
The next morning, after our trip back from the lakes, was the last full day in New Zealand. They would be leaving for either Australia or India the following day.
There was a bit of a scene after breakfast when Peter had asked the twins to hand over their keys to the car they shared. There was a bit of arguing back, then came the tears, especially from Carol.
“You can't do that! My life will be ruined if I can't go out!” Carol said.
“You should have thought of that before you disobeyed us,” I replied.
“Our friends will never speak to us again,” Kirsten said.
“They can't be any kind of friends then,” I replied, not believing a word of their dramatics. “You're better off without them.”
“That's fucking not fair. You are so mean!” Kirsten added, looking at her father, probably hoping he would break first.
It didn't help their cause when Kirsten swore at her father and called him mean. But through it all, Peter and I remained firm and wouldn't back down. We had to, whether we liked it or not; we couldn't let them win with this. They broke the rules, so they needed to face the punishment.
“How do you think we feel? In front of all our friends. You know the group rules! And you deliberately disobeyed them,” Jenny said.
“Mike and Shanti are our friends. Sarvesh and Amita are too. You let all of us down!” Peter added.
“But we didn't mean to hurt you, Daddy,” Carol tried to say.
'Daddy!' See, still playing games, going for him as they thought he would give in first.
“Well, you did,” Peter said. “I'm very disappointed in you both. I thought you were good girls.” He paused for a moment to move between them, putting an arm around each of them. “Look, I love you girls and don't want to punish you.”
It was an intense moment for all three of them. The girls were in tears. Peter had tears in his eyes, too. I was touched by it. I thought they were beginning to realise that it wasn't the sex but the way they betrayed us, the broken trust. But with those two, it was hard to tell if it was a put-on.
Finally, both in tears, they ran off to a bedroom.
“It's hard not to give in to them. But they need to be punished for what they did,” Peter said.
“You're always a bit soft on them,” I smiled back at him.
“I know, but they are our daughters. I think the world of them,” Peter said.
I stepped over and hugged him. "I know you do. You're a good father to them. But this power struggle has been building for a while now. We can't give in!”
It was a touching moment. I could see he was struggling.
It was suggested that there would be a party at Shanti’s house. Yes, it would be a sexual party for the adults, with the younger children staying at Lizamoa’s house nearby.
A sexy party! I was in for that.
But someone else is writing about that, so this is where my part of this story must end.
The plan was for everyone to stay the night, so that no one would be drinking and driving or, as Peter said, “fucking and driving!” LOL, trust my husband to come up with a smart remark like that.
In my case, I didn't even bother with sleep clothing as I knew I would be either nude or in my bikini.
A sexy party! I was in for that.
But someone else is writing about that, so this is where my part of this story must end.
The plan was for everyone to stay the night, so that no one would be drinking and driving or, as Peter said, “fucking and driving!” LOL, trust my husband to come up with a smart remark like that.
In my case, I didn't even bother with sleep clothing as I knew I would be either nude or in my bikini.
But there is one last story I must tell you.
As I said, Peter had taken the car keys from his daughters. This was because of what happened at the camp. Their punishment was being grounded for two months.
(See Story 304 Stephen and the Twins.)
Well, when we left for the party at Shanti's house, the twins, who had been quiet and unfriendly all day, asked if they could stay at home. I was surprised that Peter allowed them to. But it became clearer when we got into the car.
“Why did you let them stay at home?” I asked.
“They've been sulking all day, would just be a pain in the arse,” Peter replied.
“I suppose so,” I agreed. “Do you think they might try looking for the keys?”
“I'm certain of it,” Peter said. "Use my phone and log in to the security. Let's see what they are doing.”
“Sneaky!” I laughed as I took his phone and logged into their security system. It seems the twins didn't know it had this feature. I began cycling through the cameras to find where the girls were.
“Hey! Look at this. They are in our bedroom already.” I said.
“So quick,” Peter said with a smile. “This is going to be good. Get ready to ring them.”
Peter had pulled over and stopped the car, and we all watched as the girls began a detailed search of our bedroom. That in itself was wrong, them being in there like that, going through our private things. I could see they were taking care not to miss any possible hiding place.
“Where did you hide them?” Kala asked.
“On the floor under Jenny's bedside cabinet,” Peter replied.
“That was clever,” I laughed. "Do you think they'll find them?”
“I'm sure they will, knowing our daughters,” Peter replied.
We had only watched for a few minutes when Carol spoke.
As I said, Peter had taken the car keys from his daughters. This was because of what happened at the camp. Their punishment was being grounded for two months.
(See Story 304 Stephen and the Twins.)
Well, when we left for the party at Shanti's house, the twins, who had been quiet and unfriendly all day, asked if they could stay at home. I was surprised that Peter allowed them to. But it became clearer when we got into the car.
“Why did you let them stay at home?” I asked.
“They've been sulking all day, would just be a pain in the arse,” Peter replied.
“I suppose so,” I agreed. “Do you think they might try looking for the keys?”
“I'm certain of it,” Peter said. "Use my phone and log in to the security. Let's see what they are doing.”
“Sneaky!” I laughed as I took his phone and logged into their security system. It seems the twins didn't know it had this feature. I began cycling through the cameras to find where the girls were.
“Hey! Look at this. They are in our bedroom already.” I said.
“So quick,” Peter said with a smile. “This is going to be good. Get ready to ring them.”
Peter had pulled over and stopped the car, and we all watched as the girls began a detailed search of our bedroom. That in itself was wrong, them being in there like that, going through our private things. I could see they were taking care not to miss any possible hiding place.
“Where did you hide them?” Kala asked.
“On the floor under Jenny's bedside cabinet,” Peter replied.
“That was clever,” I laughed. "Do you think they'll find them?”
“I'm sure they will, knowing our daughters,” Peter replied.
We had only watched for a few minutes when Carol spoke.
“I know where they are. Remember, Dad used to hide things from us under the bedside cabinets. It is hollow there where you can reach in from the back. I don't think he ever knew we found him out.”
“Of course, I knew,” Peter laughed to us.
We watched how Kirsten lifted Peter's side, and Carol found nothing. Then they went around to my side. Sure enough, Carol was soon holding the keys to their car.
The two girls laughed with delight.
We watched how Kirsten lifted Peter's side, and Carol found nothing. Then they went around to my side. Sure enough, Carol was soon holding the keys to their car.
The two girls laughed with delight.
“They'll be gone all night, so as long as we get back tonight, we should be safe,” Kirsten grinned.
They were laughing at how they had outsmarted their parents.
“OK, honey. Time to spring the trap,” Peter said, as I pressed speed dial.
Carol answered immediately while they were still in their parents' bedroom.
“Hi Carol,” I said.
We could see how they were a bit surprised that their mother knew who picked-up before they even spoke.
Carol answered immediately while they were still in their parents' bedroom.
“Hi Carol,” I said.
We could see how they were a bit surprised that their mother knew who picked-up before they even spoke.
“H... Hi Mum,” she replied.
“What are you two going to do tonight?”
“Oh, just watching TV, now,” Carol lied. “We'll warm up that dinner later.”
“OK, then. Be good, both of you.”
“We will,” Carol replied, smiling, almost laughing with her sister.
And then I delivered the punch line.
“Oh, Carol, Daddy wants you to put the keys back. Just leave them on top of my cabinet is fine.”
With that, I disconnected.
“Oh, Carol, Daddy wants you to put the keys back. Just leave them on top of my cabinet is fine.”
With that, I disconnected.
I turned to my husband and said. “Leave them where we can check later and see if they get moved.”
Peter nodded in agreement. “Good thinking, there is no need to hide them now.”
Both girls were standing, looking at each other, shocked.
Peter nodded in agreement. “Good thinking, there is no need to hide them now.”
Both girls were standing, looking at each other, shocked.
“How did they know?” Carol gasped.
“I don't know,” Kirsten replied.
“I think we're in more trouble now,” Carol said, sadly.
Then Kirsten looked up at the security alarm in the corner. “I bet it is that. She must be able to connect online.”
“We'd better be careful. They are probably listening to us now,” Coral said as she looked up fearfully at the camera.
Both girls quickly left the room.
“I don't know,” Kirsten replied.
“I think we're in more trouble now,” Carol said, sadly.
Then Kirsten looked up at the security alarm in the corner. “I bet it is that. She must be able to connect online.”
“We'd better be careful. They are probably listening to us now,” Coral said as she looked up fearfully at the camera.
Both girls quickly left the room.
“Smart girls,” Pater smiled.
“Not so smart, they got caught, didn't they?” I replied.
We were laughing as Peter started the car to continue on for our night at Shanti's house.
“Not so smart, they got caught, didn't they?” I replied.
We were laughing as Peter started the car to continue on for our night at Shanti's house.
This part was added 12 months later.
We intended to further punish the girls after that. But they came to us the following day and said they were sorry, even offering to have their pocket money cut for those two months. We told them we would consider it.
There were no more complaints about their car, which had been moved to the back of Peter's car yard. The temptation was too much to leave it at our house. Both girls got in and worked hard on keeping the house clean and helping in the kitchen. Over those months, they learnt to cook simple meals and are now happy to cook once a week each. But I noticed they both worked together when one of them was on cooking duty. At other times, they were in the kitchen helping me. They also never missed helping if Peter was on cooking duty during the weekends.
It was never formally decided to drop the idea of further punishment. We just allowed it to quietly drop.
Later, we found driving them around was punishing us as much as them, so the car arrived back to be used at limited times, with me keeping the keys. By the end of another couple of weeks, the car punishment had been dropped completely, and they had full use of their car.
The rule was they had to pay for petrol out of their pocket money, but I learnt there were visits to 'Daddy' at his work, which always included a petrol top-up from the workshop tank at the back of the car yard. But I could see they were trying hard, so I thought it better not to mention it to either Peter or the girls.
One day, I turned up at the yard and found Carol cleaning the sales office. Mike was there that day, so I asked what was going on. He explained they had an arrangement where the twins were doing cleaning to pay for their fuel. I almost challenged him by asking why 'the guys working there didn't do it as they used to,' but then I decided, since everyone was happy, it wasn't worth rocking the boat. I suppose that was better than just giving them free petrol.
There were no more complaints about their car, which had been moved to the back of Peter's car yard. The temptation was too much to leave it at our house. Both girls got in and worked hard on keeping the house clean and helping in the kitchen. Over those months, they learnt to cook simple meals and are now happy to cook once a week each. But I noticed they both worked together when one of them was on cooking duty. At other times, they were in the kitchen helping me. They also never missed helping if Peter was on cooking duty during the weekends.
It was never formally decided to drop the idea of further punishment. We just allowed it to quietly drop.
Later, we found driving them around was punishing us as much as them, so the car arrived back to be used at limited times, with me keeping the keys. By the end of another couple of weeks, the car punishment had been dropped completely, and they had full use of their car.
The rule was they had to pay for petrol out of their pocket money, but I learnt there were visits to 'Daddy' at his work, which always included a petrol top-up from the workshop tank at the back of the car yard. But I could see they were trying hard, so I thought it better not to mention it to either Peter or the girls.
One day, I turned up at the yard and found Carol cleaning the sales office. Mike was there that day, so I asked what was going on. He explained they had an arrangement where the twins were doing cleaning to pay for their fuel. I almost challenged him by asking why 'the guys working there didn't do it as they used to,' but then I decided, since everyone was happy, it wasn't worth rocking the boat. I suppose that was better than just giving them free petrol.
Time went on, the pocket money was fully restored, but I noticed Peter never started giving them petrol money whenever they asked for it. Now I think about it, I never heard them asking for petrol money. It seemed that working in the car yards was an arrangement that worked for everyone. Their hours became longer, and sometimes they split, one going to each car yard. They were office cleaning, cleaning and grooming the cars. I even heard they moved cars between the yards or took them to the testing station for a WOF.
One day, Peter was talking with me.
"I guess you've heard the girls are working part-time in the car yards?" Peter said.
"Yes, I heard it was a workaround to raise petrol money," I replied.
"Sorry about that," Peter said. "When I found the mechanics were giving them petrol, I thought it was better they had to work for it. At a staff meeting, I told the guys, no free petrol unless the twins do some work around the yards."
"Yes, I agree, Peter."
"Jenny, I want to start training them in sales, too. Carol seems to have an interest in it. The other day, one of the salesmen was sole charge, and he was busy with a customer. He looked over and saw Carol talking with a young married couple when she was supposed to be cleaning a car. She was showing them a couple of cars, and they ended up buying one. Gary asked me if he could give her a bit of training and teach her the paperwork side."
"I heard about the car. Kirsten told me, and she asked if they could start selling cars," I said.
"I didn't know they told you," Peter said.
"They seemed so excited about it."
One day, Peter was talking with me.
"I guess you've heard the girls are working part-time in the car yards?" Peter said.
"Yes, I heard it was a workaround to raise petrol money," I replied.
"Sorry about that," Peter said. "When I found the mechanics were giving them petrol, I thought it was better they had to work for it. At a staff meeting, I told the guys, no free petrol unless the twins do some work around the yards."
"Yes, I agree, Peter."
"Jenny, I want to start training them in sales, too. Carol seems to have an interest in it. The other day, one of the salesmen was sole charge, and he was busy with a customer. He looked over and saw Carol talking with a young married couple when she was supposed to be cleaning a car. She was showing them a couple of cars, and they ended up buying one. Gary asked me if he could give her a bit of training and teach her the paperwork side."
"I heard about the car. Kirsten told me, and she asked if they could start selling cars," I said.
"I didn't know they told you," Peter said.
"They seemed so excited about it."
So the twins started their training. First, the learnt the paperwork side, often doing it for a busy salesman. Then they began following and listening to how a sale was made. That led to them learning to do it themselves. Of course, if they make a sale, they get the full commission like the other sales staff. There is also a rule that they don't compete with the other staff, as they need the commission money as part of their salary.
Here is the surprise part. Carol has gone almost full-time in sales now. She gave up on the idea of going on to further schooling. Kristen has also started working for the car yards, but she is training to be a mechanic. Yes! That's right. Fixing, doing small repairs on the cars. She loves it.
Here is the surprise part. Carol has gone almost full-time in sales now. She gave up on the idea of going on to further schooling. Kristen has also started working for the car yards, but she is training to be a mechanic. Yes! That's right. Fixing, doing small repairs on the cars. She loves it.
This story was originally part of Story 311,
Again, not so ‘sexual,’ but important,
So this is all from us.
Peter and Jenny.
Again, not so ‘sexual,’ but important,
So this is all from us.
Peter and Jenny.
THE END!!
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Disclaimer.
It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is, and so we're unable to fix it.
In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age, where we live in New Zealand, is 16, but we are happy with the age 18 limit. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children, but time has gone by, and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story, so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
(This message will appear in all new stories.)
Anne and the writing team.
It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is, and so we're unable to fix it.
In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age, where we live in New Zealand, is 16, but we are happy with the age 18 limit. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children, but time has gone by, and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story, so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
(This message will appear in all new stories.)
Anne and the writing team.
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