Daddy's Demands
His eyes bored into mine, dominating me completely with just a single look.
I couldn’t get the image of his punishment out of my head, of him throwing me over his knees and spanking me like a naughty little girl. I’d liked it. It had made me wetter than I’d ever been before in my life. Even now, the residual sting still blazed over my scorched skin, reminding me of how he’d taken charge, how he’d taught me a lesson, how he’d made me call him Daddy.
I fucking loved it all.
“Daddy, I need to come,” I begged.
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