WE SHOULDN’T DO THIS, DADDIES
But he was far too strong.
“You’re such a brat with that smart mouth, aren’t you?” he growled, voice thick with lust.
A sharp slap landed on my ass before I could respond. The sting made me jerk and cry out.
*He just spanked me.*
*Did he just spank me?*
“This is how I handle girls like you, Amoretta,” he groaned, a faint Italian accent slipping through as he delivered another firm smack. Harder this time. Louder.
“Fuck—please, stop!” I whimpered. But even as I said it, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. Pleasure twisted with the pain, flooding my veins. I should have been fighting harder, cursing him, but my body was betraying me completely.