Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
As I wept, I became aware of other sounds in the room. The wet, rhythmic noises of Jenna’s mouth working Daddy Otto’s cock provided a lewd counterpoint to my sobbing. I opened my eyes to see that the dark-haired man had taken hold of the blonde head in his lap, holding Jenna’s mouth in place as he thrust his hips brutally upward to drive his rigid penis deep in search of dominant pleasure.
Daddy Daniel gathered me into his strong arms, lifting me effortlessly from his lap. My body felt limp and boneless as he cradled me against his broad chest, the pain in my thoroughly spanked bottom radiating outward with each movement. I whimpered softly, burying my face in the crook of his neck as he carried me across the room.
The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, a heady mixture of sandalwood and something distinctly masculine. Despite the burning ache in my posterior, I found myself acutely aware of every point of contact between our bodies—the firm muscles of his arms supporting me, the soft hair on his chest tickling my cheek, the warmth of his skin against mine.
As we moved, my mind began to race with possibilities of what might come next. Would he bend me over the bench and fuck me from behind, driving his thick cock into my aching pussy while my spanked bottom burned? Or perhaps he would make me kneel before him, using my mouth for his pleasure as Jenna was doing for Daddy Otto?
Would he invite Daddy Otto to… to…
To use me.
The vivid images that flashed through my mind sent an unwelcome jolt of arousal straight to my core. I felt my inner muscles clench with need, even as shame burned through me at my body’s eager response. How could I be turned on after such a harsh punishment? What kind of depraved slut was I becoming?
As if to mock me, Miss Frieda’s voice echoed in my head. “Bad girls only get fucked with a very sore bottom.”
Daddy Daniel carried me to a padded leather bench in the corner of the room. He laid me down roughly on my back. The leather against my skin sent a shiver through my limbs. My bottom burned fiercely where it pressed against the bench, sending renewed waves of pain through my body.
“Display your pussy for me,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his voice low and husky. “Show me how wet you are after your punishment.”
Blushing furiously, I reached down and grasped my knees, pulling them back toward my chest. The position left me completely exposed, my most intimate parts on full display. The thin strip of lace that had covered my sex was now pulled to the side, revealing my glistening folds to Daddy Daniel’s hungry gaze.
I shuddered as the cool air of the room caressed my heated flesh. To my shame, I could feel how slick and swollen my labia had become, my arousal evident despite the pain still throbbing in my thoroughly spanked bottom.
Daddy Daniel’s large hand came to rest on my inner thigh, so close to where I ached to be touched. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my sensitive skin, inching ever closer to my exposed sex. I couldn’t suppress a needy moan as his thumb finally brushed against my outer lips, parting them gently.
“My, my,” he murmured, his blue eyes darkening with desire as he gazed down at me. “Look at that.”
I shuddered and moaned as Daddy Daniel’s fingers explored my pussy. His touch was gentle yet insistent, parting my slick folds and teasing my sensitive flesh. I felt utterly open and available as he inspected me, his assessing gaze taking in every detail of my aroused sex.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” Daddy Daniel mused, his voice low and husky. “So wet and ready. Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind is still resisting.”
His skilled fingers found my clit, circling the sensitive bud with exquisite precision. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure coursed through me. The movement sent a fresh jolt of pain through my bottom, creating a confusing mix of sensations that left me dizzy and breathless.
“Remember what I told you earlier, Amy?” Daddy Daniel asked, his fingers never ceasing their torturous exploration. “About your need to be fucked by many men?”
I whimpered, unable to form words as he continued to stroke and tease my aching sex. The shame of my body’s eager response warred with the undeniable pleasure building within me.
“I want to hear you say it,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his voice stern. “Tell me what you need.”
I bit my lip, tears of humiliation pricking at the corners of my eyes. But I couldn’t deny the truth of my arousal, couldn’t pretend that it didn’t have a great deal to do with Daddy Otto, seated in his throne, using my fellow bad girl the way a rich man uses a naughty slut.