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)
Beside us, I could hear Joyce and Shaniqua doing the same, their muffled moans mixing with ours. But my attention was drawn to Emily, still on her hands and knees in the center. Past Keiko’s rounded bottom cheeks I could see the next part of her ordeal beginning.
Daddy Ben and Daddy Howard positioned themselves on either side of her. I watched through the tangle of Keiko’s thighs as they pulled their leather belts out of their belt loops, doubling them over and wrapping the ends around their hands.
Keiko squirmed, and I couldn’t see what was happening from my position any longer, but I heard the sharp crack of a belt striking flesh, heard Emily cry out. The sound was followed by another crack, and another, a steady rhythm of leather meeting skin.
“That’s for being such a good girl,” Daddy Howard said between strikes. “For completing your rehabilitation so beautifully.”
The whipping continued, and I felt Keiko’s tongue work faster against my clit, felt my own arousal building dangerously high. Then I heard Emily gasp, heard the wet sound of penetration, and knew one of her daddies had entered her pussy.
“Beautiful,” Daddy Ben grunted. “So fucking tight.”
Strong hands pulled me away from Keiko, breaking our connection. I looked up to see Daddy Bill settling onto one of the chairs that had been brought to the edge of the mats. His eyes met mine as he patted his thigh.
“Over you go, Little Pamela,” he said.
My heart sank even as my pussy clenched with anticipation. I crawled to him and draped myself across his lap, feeling the familiar position settle around me. Around the room, the other daddies were doing the same with their girls—Keiko over one daddy’s knee, Shaniqua over another’s, Joyce over a third’s.
The first spank landed on my right cheek, sharp and stinging. I gasped, my hands clutching at Daddy Bill’s leg. He didn’t pause, just brought his hand down again and again in that relentless rhythm I’d come to know so well. The heat built quickly, spreading across my bottom as he covered every inch with firm, punishing swats.
Around me I heard the other girls crying out, heard the sound of multiple hands striking multiple bottoms. The room filled with the symphony of discipline—flesh meeting flesh, girls sobbing, daddies murmuring encouragement and correction.
Behind it all, I could hear Emily being used. The wet sounds of her daddies’ cocks sliding in and out of her, her moans of pleasure and pain mixing together. I knew one of them must be in her ass now, could hear the difference in her cries.
My own spanking continued, building to that point where the pain became something else, something that unlocked places inside me I didn’t want to acknowledge. Tears streamed down my face as Daddy Bill’s hand came down again and again, teaching my bottom its lesson while my pussy dripped with shameful arousal.
When he finally stopped, my ass felt like it was on fire. But there was no time to recover. Strong hands lifted me, positioned me on my knees on the mat. I felt Daddy Ed behind me, felt his hands on my hips.
“Faces down,” someone commanded.
I lowered my forehead to the mat, my burning bottom raised high, my pussy exposed and vulnerable. Around me, the other three girls assumed the same position—a line of presented asses, of girls ready to be used.
I felt lubricant being applied to my anus, felt Daddy Ed’s fingers work it in, stretching me. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against the tiny ring and I bit my lip as he began to push inside. The stretch was intense, the fullness overwhelming as he buried himself in my ass.
To my left and right, I heard the other girls crying out as they were penetrated. All four of us, lined up and being taken at the same time while Emily’s graduation celebration continued.
Daddy Ed began to move, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with steady, deliberate thrusts. Each one pressed my face harder against the mat, sent waves of sensation through my body that I couldn’t process as purely pain or purely pleasure.
Then I felt Daddy Ed pull out, and Daddy Bill’s hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. His cock was there, hard and ready, and he thrust inside, filling my bottom completely, and I was overwhelmed anew with the shameful sensation of being used along my narrowest passage.
The ambiguous pleasure built impossibly high, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing while my bottom hole was stretched and filled. I could hear the other girls being similarly used, could hear Emily’s final cries as her daddies brought her to climax one last time.
My own orgasm hit without warning, crashing through me with devastating force. I screamed into the mat as my body convulsed, as every muscle clenched and released in waves of overwhelming sensation. The mix of pleasure and discomfort was so intense it made me dizzy, so complete it felt like I was being unmade and remade simultaneously.