Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Over Daddy’s knee,” Daddy Bill said, patting his thigh.
I walked toward him on trembling legs. He parted his thighs, then guided me down across the left one, positioning me so my bottom was raised, my upper body supported by his leg while my legs dangled on the other side, until he closed his right leg over them. The position, already too familiar, made me feel small, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
Daddy Ed sat right in front of me, taking both my hands in his. His blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“It’s time for you to understand something, Little Seventy-One,” he said softly. “Spanking is simply part of your life now. It’s not a punishment for specific infractions—it’s maintenance. It’s how we keep you centered, focused, reminded of your place.”
“Remember what we told you yesterday. Bad girls only get fucked with a very sore bottom,” Daddy Bill added, his hand resting on my upturned cheeks. “That’s the rule. So before we use you today, you’re going to feel our discipline.”
The first smack came without warning, Daddy Bill’s palm connecting with my right cheek with a sharp crack. I gasped at the impact, the sting spreading across my skin. He didn’t pause, didn’t count, just brought his hand down again and again in a steady rhythm that built heat with each strike.
“Breathe through it,” Daddy Ed murmured, his thumbs stroking over my knuckles where he held my hands. “Don’t fight it. Learn your lesson. Let yourself feel the pain you earned when you decided to be a bad girl.”
The spanking continued, relentless and thorough. Daddy Bill covered every inch of my bottom, alternating cheeks, landing swats low where my ass met my thighs. The pain built and built until tears streamed down my face.
“Bad girls have to pay for their bad choices,” Daddy Ed said, his voice gentle despite the brutal punishment being administered. “All those times you broke the law, all those times you used people, all those times you thought you were smarter than everyone else—this is what it costs.”
His words cut deeper than the spanking, reaching places inside me I’d kept locked away. He was right. I had used people. I had broken laws. I had thought I was above consequences because I was clever enough to avoid them.
“But when you can submit fully,” he continued, his eyes never leaving mine, “when you can accept what your daddies give you without resistance, you’ll feel ready to start a new life. A better life than the one you were living.”
CHAPTER 14
Pam
Something shifted inside me as the spanking continued. The pain didn’t lessen, but my relationship to it changed. It started to feel like each strike was burning away something toxic, something that had poisoned me for years. The shame I’d carried—not just from the past day but from my entire life—seemed to crack and crumble under Daddy Bill’s firm hand.
I stopped trying to hold back my sobs. I let them come freely, let the tears fall onto the floor beneath me. Daddy Ed squeezed my hands encouragingly, and I squeezed back, holding on to him like an anchor while Daddy Bill’s palm taught my bottom its terrible lesson.
When he finally stopped, my ass felt like it was on fire. I hung limply across his lap, wrung out and somehow lighter than I’d felt in years.
“Up,” Daddy Bill said gently, helping me slide off his lap. “On your knees in front of Daddy.”
I knelt on the carpet, my burning bottom resting on my heels, and looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes. His brown eyes held something that looked almost like tenderness as he began unfastening his khakis.
“When a bad girl gets spanked by her daddy,” he said, pulling out his cock, “she thanks him properly.”
The thick shaft was already half-hard, and I watched it swell fully under my gaze. He wrapped his hand around the base, holding it steady.
“Kiss it,” he instructed. “Show Daddy you’re grateful for the discipline he gave you.”
I leaned forward, my hands braced on his thighs, and pressed my lips to the head of his cock. The taste of him made its way into my mouth, just a bit, like a naughty hint of forbidden musk—the kind of taste only a bad girl would find familiar. My pussy clenched despite the burning pain in my bottom.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his free hand stroking my hair. “Now tell Daddy thank you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered against his cock, then kissed it again, feeling even naughtier. “Thank you for spanking me.”
“Again,” he said.
I kissed him over and over, covering the head and shaft with a naughty girl’s grateful kisses while he stroked my hair and told me what a good bad girl I was being. Each kiss felt like a small surrender, another piece of my resistance crumbling away.