Sadie’s Father Gets More Than an Eyeful

“No she did not go…” “Yes she did!” “Ahh, that is sooo embarrassing for…” “Haha!” Mark can hear the familiar friendly patterns of his daughter and her friends carrying on in the pool as soon as he reaches the landing of the stairs. As he is making his way to the kitchen sink with the a pair of dirty coffee mugs, he hears the door that leads from the back of the house to the pool open. “Good morning, Sadie.” Mark says. Sadie gives him a flat smile without replying as she passes by on her way to the hallway bathroom. “You do know you’re leaving a trail of water through the kitchen, right?” Mark calls after her. Sadie’s first year at college really seemed to strain their, once strong, father-daughter relationship. They had a good relationship through Sadie’s late teens as she attended, and eventually graduated, from high school even though a lot of kids her age tend to distance themselves from their parents during this time of their lives. “It’s that damn liberal arts school,” Mark thinks. He had voiced his concerns to his wife, Samantha, when Sadie’s calls started to come less and less frequently. Her advice was to let Sadie work this out for herself and give her time to figure out who the woman she has become is. “Easy for her to say that when her calls from Sadie never seem to slow down,” he thinks. Mark was lost in his thoughts at the sink when Cynthia’s yell snaps him back to reality. He looks out of the window above the sink as he is rinses out, not only the coffee cups, but the dishes the girls always seem to leave in the sink.

If he is going to have to put up with Sadie’s terrible attitude towards him this summer at least he gets to see her old high school friends in their pool. Sadie’s closest high school friends, Cynthia and Kamesha, have also just completed their first year of college. Unlike Sadie, they stayed in state and went to the large State school like a lot of the kids from their high school. “A year in College really did amazing things for Cynthia,” Mark thinks as she jumps into the pool with a splash. He couldn’t help but notice how much Cynthia filled out over the school year. She was always pretty, but now she has the body to match. As the waves from Cynthia’s splash die away, Mark is shocked to see Kamesha climbing out of the pool in a bikini. He can’t take his eyes off of her as she skips over to the diving board. His eyes following the bounce of her ample chest with every skip she takes. Kamesha had been the first to develop into a woman out of the three close friends, but she was always insecure about her budding womanhood. She would always wear rash guards and shorts over her swimsuit when she came over for a day in the pool. “Apparently the year away really helped with her confidence,” thought Mark. He didn’t take his eyes off of her for a second as she stretched her arms above her head preparing for a dive.

“What are you staring at!” snapped Sadie from behind Mark. The sudden outburst was enough to startle Mark and caused him to drop Samantha’s favorite mug into the sink with a clatter. “Nothing, I’m just rinsing the dishes you and your friends left out, Sadie,” Mark replies defensively. Sadie walks up besides her dad just in time to see Cynthia turn away from Kamesha’s splash. “Yeah, that must be it.” Sadie says with an eye roll. Getting caught staring at the two 19 year olds in the pool by his daughter got Mark’s guard up. “Why have you been acting like such a bitch since you’ve been back?” Mark snapped. A shocked expression crosses Sadie’s face at hearing her dad say that. “I can’t believe you called me a bitch,” Sadie says as the shocked expression slowly fades from her face. Marks thoughts are swimming while the smell of chlorine fills the air around him. “I need to get control of this before Sam hears and gets involved,” he thinks. “I didn’t call you a bitch,” Mark tried explaining, “I merely said you’ve been acting like a bitch to me since you’ve came back from school.” “Whatever,” Sadie says flippantly as she leaves her father’s side and walks towards the door taking the strong chlorine smell with her. As she opens the door to rejoin her friends, she turned towards her father and verbalized the thought that has been festering in his mind the entire time she has been away. “Maybe I’ve been acting differently towards you since I went to college because I’ve finally seen through the picture that patriarchy paints over the decades of misogyny and abuse,” Sadie says softly. Mark is taken aback as he watches Sadie close the door and rejoin her friends. He glances down into the sink and sees the mug laying there intact. “Thank god for small miracles. I would have hated to tell Sam her favorite mug was broken because Sadie startled me,” he thinks to himself.

“I knew that school was poisoning her brain, Sam!” Mark complains to Samantha later in their bedroom. “I can’t believe we are paying so much to ruin her there. Why did we ever send her there to begin with?” He continued. “Mark, calm down. She is just growing up and seeing the world for what it is. Don’t forget, I went to the same school and it didn’t rot my brain, did it?” Samantha asks teasingly. Mark knew better than falling into this trap. Samantha never showed the attitude Sadie has, but she has been more than outspoken about misogyny in their time together. Samantha notices he is quiet and suggests he start prepping for lunch as she showers. “I will be down after I’ve finished,” she sings with a smirk. As she watches Mark leave their bedroom she can’t help but smile at the thought of her daughter finally standing up to a man, even if it was her husband “No, not just my husband, but her father!” she laughs. She drops her robe as she walks into the bathroom shaking her head and laughing to herself.

Mark heads downstairs and out the back door. “Hey girls, how does lunch sound?” Mark asks. “Amazing, Mark!” Cynthia exclaims. “What are you planning?” Asks Kamesha. “Well, how about some burgers and fries?” He asks. “Sounds great!” Exclaims Cynthia. “Sounds good to me,” Kamesha adds, “I’ve always enjoyed everything you make.” “Sadie?” Mark asks while looking towards his daughter. “Feel free to make whatever you want,” she says coldly. Mark just shakes his head as he turns to walk back towards the kitchen.

“Why can’t he just leave us alone?” Sadie asks no one in particular with obvious frustration. “He’s just asking if we’re hungry, Sadie. Calm down.” “I’m not mad Cynthia, I just wish he would leave us alone.” “He could cook for me anytime,” Kamesha interjects. “Oh! My! God!” Cynthia exclaims, “I can’t believe you still have a crush on Sadie’s dad!” “I don’t,” Kamesha says as she tries to defend herself, “I just genuinely enjoy his cooking.” “More like you would “genuinely” enjoy his cocking!” Cynthia jeers at her friend. “‘I’ve always enjoyed everything you make.’” Cynthia continues in a terrible imitation of Kamesha. “Who cares, he is still hot.” Kamesha replies. “Gross!” Sadie interjects, “He is not. He is just like every other guy out there.” “Not this again,” Cynthia groans, “I have to agree with Kamesha on this. Your dad is hot.”

Sadie stares at her two friends as she bobs up and down in the deep end while hanging onto a float. She can’t believe they still think Mark is hot. He’s in his mid forties and a creep. “I caught him ogling you two when I went inside earlier.” Sadie suddenly says. “What?” Cynthia and Kamesha say in unison. Sadie continues, “Yeah, when I was coming back out he was just staring out of the kitchen window at you two. He was transfixed on you two until I interrupted his little personal voyeur party.” “What did he say?” Cynthia asks? “What could he say? I caught him leering at my barely over 18 friends.” Sadie says smugly. “So he didn’t try to defend himself? He just walked off?” Kamesha asks. “Well, no. He tried to give some lame excuse of doing the dishes,” Sadie tells her friends. They stand in the water a little while longer before Kamesha asks Sadie, “Was he?” “Was he what?” snaps Sadie. “Doing the dishes, Sadie,” Kamesha says while giving her friend a suspecting look.

Sadie looked between her friends before finally answering, “he was rinsing some dishes, but he was just staring out the window when I came back in the kitchen.” “Well…” Cynthia started, but she couldn’t finish her thought before Sadie interjected, “And when I came in he was so startled that he dropped my mom’s favorite mug in the sink.” “Maybe his hands were slick from the water?” Cynthia suggests before adding, “Guys stare at us all the time in college. It’s kind of flattering as long as they aren’t being creepy about it.” “But lusting after girls that are the same age as your daughter is creepy, Cynthia,” says Sadie. “It’s probably no different than Kamesha staring at a guy her dad’s age,” suggests Cynthia. “Fuck you, Cynthia. Don’t act like you don’t let your gaze linger when he’s out here working in the yard without a shirt on,” Kamesha rebuttals. Cynthia can only blush and giggle out, “I plead the fifth.”

Sadie could tell she was losing this debate. She knew her dad was having impure thoughts while staring at her friends and she is determined to get her friends to see the truth. “He had a boner when he turned around after I startled him,” she blurts out. Both Cynthia and Kamesha are in stunned silence. “You saw… it?” Cynthia finally whispers. “Well, it wasn’t sticking straight out, but it was definitely more noticeable than normal,” Sadie continues the lie. “Don’t forget he was wearing grey sweatpants,” Kamesha reminds them. “You can always see some bulge when guys wear them. They don’t offer very much modesty.” “That’s what made it so noticeable,” Sadie tells them. “Maybe he was just still a little chubbed from messing around with your mom,” Cynthia suggests. Sadie just replies with a look of disgust. “‘Chubbed up?’ What is wrong with you Cynthia?” Kamesha asks before turning her attention to Sadie. “Look, maybe we should just pay more attention this afternoon and see for ourselves,” she suggests.

Oblivious to the girls conversation, Mark is in the kitchen getting the food out of the refrigerator. He still couldn’t get over what his daughter said. “I’m not a misogynist,” Mark thinks. “Sam wouldn’t have stayed with me if I was. So what if I was looking at her friends in their bathing suits. They’re pretty girls and it’s not like I would actually do anything or make them uncomfortable,” Mark’s mind raced as he prepared the food. Meanwhile, as Mark replayed his conversation with Sadie, the girls returned to playing in the pool.

The three teens couldn’t help but keep an eye on the windows that faced the pool. Sadie hoped to be proven right and Cynthia and Kamesha hoped to catch his eye. They can see Mark walk around the kitchen while he is preparing the food and he would occasionally steal a glance out at them. Sadie assumed he was trying to keep from being caught a second time, while Cynthia and Kamesha seemed to be more worried about Mark not looking at them. After hearing Sadie’s story, they both seemed to get out of the water more often and took longer on the diving board. Sadie couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “My own friends are the types of girls my teachers have talked about,” she thought. “They heard my dad was looking at their bodies and now they are trying to get more attention. They would do anything for some attention from a man. They are almost as bad as men themselves.” Sadie leaned back in the corner of the pool with her floaty and watched her friends moodily. Then she noticed Mark doing something at the sink and she let her anger at her friends, father, and men in general take over her mind.

Inside, Mark stood at the sink peeling potatoes for the fries. He glanced up and saw Kamesha standing in the shallow end with Cynthia. He couldn’t really tell what they were doing. It almost looked like they were waiting for something. Cynthia saw Mark at the window and made her way to the diving board. She gracefully climbed on and put on a show by bouncing her way towards the end. Kamesha rolled her eyes at her friends “show” and walked around the pool to wait for her turn. Cynthia caught Mark’s eye as she jumped up for her final bounce before jumping in. Mark locked eyes with her for a second and felt something inside him stir. “I think they want me to look at them,” he thought to himself. “I wonder if Sadie said anything about our argument to them.” As Kamesha climbed on the diving board for her turn Sadie started to slip out of the pool. Both, Mark’s and Cynthia’s eyes were on Kamesha as she bounced up and down on the board. Her large chest bounced around under her straining bikini top as she went higher and higher with each bounce.

Sadie was able to slip around to the side door as all eyes were on Kamesha. Neither Mark, Kamesha, nor Cynthia noticed Sadie was missing from the pool. Her two friends kept trying to out do the other and Mark was having a hard time paying attention to the potatoes he was working on. He was completely distracted by the two girls as Sadie entered the kitchen. Sadie saw her fathers hand drop down and adjust himself as he was watching her friends. “Disgusting,” Sadie thought. “Touching himself while my friends prance around in their bikinis for his attention.” Sadie was seeing red when she finally started moving. “Like Kamesha said, ‘gray sweatpants don’t offer much modesty,’ I doubt they will offer too much protection either,” Sadie thought as she approached her father from behind. Cynthia was just climbing out of the pool as Sadie came within range. Sadie brought her leg back like she was getting ready to kick a soccer ball. Cynthia made eye contact through the window and gave Mark a little smile before she turned to make her way to the diving board. Almost as soon as Cynthia turned her back to Mark, Sadie’s foot made contact with her father’s balls. It was a perfect kick. Sadie felt both of her father’s balls on the top of her foot. She felt them move up with her foot before being compressed between his pelvis and the top of her foot. It took mark a fraction of a second to realize what happened and then he collapsed on the floor with his hands buried between his legs. Cynthia looked back towards the house when she got on the diving board, but Mark was no longer looking out the window. She shrugged her shoulders and quickly dove in oblivious to the uniquely male pain that Mark was suddenly experiencing.

“I can’t believe you are still perving on my friends you creep.” Sadie yelled. Samantha walks into the kitchen as Sadie fumes and Mark lies on the floor cradling his balls. “What is going on in here?” Samantha asks in a commanding tone. “Sadie whips around and starts blubbering about her father staring at her friends. Mark, unable to defend himself, was clutching his battered balls and completely unable to make any sounds besides a whimper. “Sadie, go outside with your friends. I will be out to talk to you in a minute.” Samantha demanded. “But, He was the one..” Sadie started to protest. “Now!” Her mother commanded as she shot her a look that said to do as she says. Sadie spins around and stomps out of the kitchen towards the pool.
Samantha helps her husband to his feet and brings him to their bedroom. She has him lay on the bed as she reaches into his sweatpants to check the damage. He winced as she reaches in and grabs each one individually. “I know it hurts, but I have to squeeze a little to make sure she didn’t rupture them,” Samantha tells Mark as she applies a little pressure to each of Marks balls. He grabs at her wrist as she applies the pressure. “I know it hurts. They are swollen, but they feel intact. What did you do to deserve this from your daughter?” she asks Mark. Mark’s head is still swimming from the pain. He can’t believe Samantha would assume he deserved this. “Sam, what do you mean by that? I was peeling potatoes when she kicked me in the balls from behind. How can this be my fault?” He manages to get out through his labored breathing. “Mark, don’t try to argue about this while I still have your balls in my hand,” she says pleadingly while giving him a little squeeze to emphasize her point.

Outside, Sadie’s friends are trying to figure out what has soured her mood so suddenly. “What happened to piss you off now, Sadie?” Cynthia asks. “You’re not still mad about your Dad peeping at us through the window, are you? He definitely leered a little too long while we were diving. Both Cynthia and I noticed it after you pointed it out to us,” Kamesha says in a consolatory tone. “Ha! No, I’ve worked that out of my system,” Sadie says with a laugh. “I guess I just don’t feel like being around too many people right now,” “Do you want us to leave?” Kamesha asks. “What about our lunch your father is working on?” Cynthia asks as soon as Kamesha finished her question. “He had an accident while cooking,” Sadie says with a smile. “I don’t think he is going to be finishing lunch anytime soon.” “Okay, I guess we will leave. Are you sure you don’t want to talk about anything?” Kamesha asks. “No, I will give you both a call later tonight. Thanks for coming over and I’m sorry I’m in such a bad mood.” Sadie says while looking genuinely sorry. “Do you mind giving me a ride Kamesha?” asks Cynthia while they put their coverups on. Sadie hears their talking fade as they walk out the side gate. She leans back in her chair by the diving board and sees her mom walking out the door to talk to her under the shade of the trees.

“Where did your friends go?” Samantha asks her daughter. “I told them I wasn’t in the best mood to be around and asked them to leave,” Sadie tells her mom. “Good, did you tell them what happened to your father?” Samantha asks. Sadie just shakes her head and looks down at the ground. Samantha sits on the chair next to her daughter. “What happened? Your father hasn’t been able to tell me much.” “Mom, I saw him leering at my friends while we were playing in the pool. I said something to him once and then caught him staring at them again a little later. Is it too much to ask him not to creep on my friends when they are over? I saw him reaching into his sweatpants and touching himself the second time,” Sophie knew her father wasn’t playing with himself, but didn’t want to tell her mom that. “Well, I don’t think you have to worry about your father touching himself anytime soon. You really did a number on his balls, Sadie. Everything is intact, but he is pretty swollen and very sensitive. Does this have anything to do with what you’ve been learning at school?” “Mom, do you know how many men rape women? We are just a toy to them,” Sadie says with a sense of superiority. “I know, Sadie, but you have understand not all men are like that.” “Dad was eye fucking my friends and they seemed to enjoy the attention!” “Ahh. Yes, there are plenty of men who only see women as sexual objects and there are plenty of women that enjoy the attention these men give them. Don’t hate your friends for it, it’s a tough world for pretty girls.” “So… are you not mad at me?” Sadie sheepishly asks her mother. “No, I’m glad to see you stand up to a man for your beliefs. It’s not the first time your dad has felt this pain and it certainly won’t be the last. I’m going to go check on him and hear his side of the story.”

Samantha gets up and goes inside to find her husband. Sadie’s mind is racing with what happened. “I kicked my dad in the balls and didn’t get in trouble,” Sadie thought. As she sat in the lounge chair thinking about what just happened she noticed her mom walk in front of the window in their room. She could see her mom talking, presumably to her father. She watches her mom sit in the chair in front of the window and point down directly in front of her chair. Sadie sees her father step in front of her mom. Samantha reaches up and pulls at the top of his sweatpants. Sadie can’t believe what she is seeing. After all of this her mom is going to reward that asshole with a blowjob?

Mark is standing in front of his wife with his dick and swollen balls exposed in front of her face. Samantha wraps her hand around Marks soft dick and holds it up pointing towards her mouth. She takes her other hand and circles her thumb and index finger around the top of his low hanging sack and pulls his swollen balls towards the bottom. She looks up at Mark and tells him to pull his dick to the side. Mark is pleading with her as he does what she asks. Samantha takes her free hand and swats her husbands swollen sack. “You will get nine more swats to your balls for ogling your daughter’s friends. Do you understand why?” Samantha asks her husband. “Sss-Sam, you can’t seriousl… Ughhh!,” Mark’s excited protest turns into a groan as he gets the first of the nine remaining swats directly to his battered balls. “No talking. Really Mark? You’re going to argue your punishment for perving on your daughter’s friends? That is disrespectful to her and what does that say about your respect of me? Of all women?” Samantha asks while holding his balls. Mark just stares at the floor. “I’m going easy on you because our daughter has already gotten a fairly large jumpstart on your punishment, but that outburst just earned you a bonus.” Mark could only shudder as Samantha continued swatting his balls. After the final eight swats were given, she stands up and tells him to put his hands on his head and spread his legs. As he is spreading his legs, Samantha delivers a devastating kick to Mark’s balls. He falls to the floor as Samantha turns and slowly closes the blinds.

Sadie is sitting in shock at what she just witnessed. “Does this happen regularly? Has mom busted dad’s balls before?” She is awash with thoughts as she leans back and let’s her mind wander.