Release Me Father
He keeps smacking me with the book as he kisses me.
I fight it for as long as I can—fight the seductive stinging against my ass, fight the mixture of arousal and alarm flooding me. Finally, my lips open, and I melt against him and let him plunder my mouth. He’s hard against my bare thigh, and that’s killing me. I want to rub myself against it, but that’s just not what a girl does to her Daddy.
“I think,” Daddy says, “that you need to be punished—to know what a proper spanking feels like so you’ll know when you’re reading bad p**n. Don’t you agree, Cherise?”