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I say and try to keep my tears at bay, but I can't. The spanking continued, and I liked it at first, but every time I stopped counting, he had to start all over again, and there was only a little my bum could bear. By the time I was able to count to 15 for each ass cheek without stopping. I had cried a rainfall in his room, and my ass hurt like hell.

I tried to struggle again and get out of his grasp again but I failed. *Another slap* , this one was hard this tim. "Ready to apologise yet ",He demanded , his voice still quiet but his tone even harder. His dick on my stomach seemed even harder. The sick asshole was getting hard so much. Spanking me was turning him on. I didn't care , l wasn't giving in. This was my life , my freedom. I just couldn't give in , l wasn't ready to give up.

It's how it all started, me, Andy, Lucifer, the first time I jumped, he spanked me for trying to do it, but this time it wasn't me, this time it was an accident. I felt me myself being pulled out of the water, if I ever survive this, I'm never getting baths again, daddy could spank me all he wants, but he can't place me under the water again, not ever, I'll even stop drinking water now, I hate the water, I hate it.

His fingers closed around her nape as he pressed her to the counter, then he spread her legs apart using one of his legs. The Jebbie attempted to wriggle free, evoking a strong irritation in him. He spanked her hard enough to suffuse her butt with the pink prints of his strong palm, wrenching a yelp off her. She panted, fighting the urge to cry out from the pleasure/pain that screamed in and spread through her at each feel of his hand coming down on her butt, and the burn from the hard spank. Spanking her was a warning for her to quit moving. She understood better and dared not to keep moving unless her freedom meant nothing to her anymore.

Cole snaps me back to attention with a question. “I’m going to give you ten hard spanks, Jacqueline,” he says. “After each spank, I want you to thank me and apologize for being a bad girl. If you forget either of those things, I’ll start again from zero. Understand?” I gulp, a small thrill going up my spine. The thought of having to thank Cole for each of my spanks is beyond degrading, but also insanely hot. I don’t know why I like this, but I do, and I’m tired of fighting against my body. I just want to give in to my urges. To pleasure.

“I do not hurt my children. Spanking is not hitting.” I shook my head several times, wondering why he couldn't understand this. “You know what spanking does to a child?” “It teaches them consequences.” “NO!” I replied. “It teaches them that if they misbehave, they get hurt. You didn’t teach Percy anything, except to fear his father. And that’s so fucking sad. You should be a safe place for him.” I balled my fist. “Damn it, Ford. You’re his hero. You just told him he won’t become an alpha, and you spanked him for being upset… He lost his mom.”

Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.

I licked my lips and slid my wet fingers back down between my legs. Opening up the book to the first story and began to read. "Oh, daddy, please stop! I'll be good I promise!" Susan cried out as her father continued to spank her bare ass. "You said that last time you little slut!" He exclaimed, punctuating his sentence with another stinging slap across her stinging ass. 'Oh...please daddy! I...I'll be your good girl I promise! I...oh!"

Spank Spank Spank He spanked her constantly, She felt insanely stupid for moaning and crying at a time, She felt like screaming, shouting, to pull something, she wanted to escape but her body was failing her every action, it like her body was bound to behave to him “You” she moaned loudly at the contact of his hand at her rare end He then hosted her up making her sit on his lap, her face looked red with all the crying moaning, and she looked like a red apple now He placed his lips on her cheek and sucked her tears, kissed her eyes and nose tip, making her blush more at his caring and dominant self “Remember princess, you are mine, you belong to me, only me to kiss, touch, please you, you let

I’m easily confused in this state. We’re not following the script anymore, the script that keeps my fantasies safe. But even though my head’s in a bit of an uproar, I’m still wet and still eager to have Mike—Daddy, I mean—paddle my ass. He flips up my short plaid skirt. Runs his hand over my cotton-clad ass. I force myself to squirm away, but I’m sure he can tell I’m rubbing myself against him, not trying to escape. “You’ve been bad, Cherise. I’m going to spank your bare bottom, like the heroine in that appalling book.” It sounds so corny that I can’t help laughing, although I try to disguise it with a groan.