Spanked With Ruler Novels & Stories

“You belong to me. Every part of you. Your thoughts, your body, your secrets. They are mine to know and mine to control. The idea that some busybody parishioner might have a piece of you, a thought about you… It angers me.” She trembled. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” “Sorry isn’t penance.” He placed the cold ruler against the back of her thigh. “Lift your skirt.” With shaking hands, she gathered the plaid fabric, baring herself to him. He brought the ruler down in a series of sharp, measured strikes, not on her ass, but on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It was a pain designed not just to punish, but to mark a place only he should see or touch. She wept silently, accepting each blow as her due