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I struck him again, and I bit him and scratched him as I fought to be free of him after he spanked me. Then he had the nerve to say that he, 'Wouldn't hurt me!' I wanted to rip his eyes out. I was so angry at those words because he had hurt me. 'I had passed out because he spanked me so hard I could not take the pain he was inflicting. How he could say he did not want to hurt me was beyond me.'

I tried to be empathic. "What happened?" I asked. Celie came and placed some ice in our drink. "Good news," she said. "If you're fired, here have some ice for the burn." "Leave her alone!" I exploded. Karmen slumped down again, resting her head on top of her folded arms like grade-school girls do during detention. From down there, she narrated what had happened.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit incest (father/daughter), non-consensual elements with eventual reluctant/consensual shift, spanking, rough sex, tearing of clothing, strong language, and graphic sexual content. If you're not into any of these I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU SKIP! CHAPTER ONE

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

He stood still, a statue of a god, allowing me to perform my duty. Next was the self-spanking. I was to deliver one hundred swats to my own ass with a wooden paddle, counting each one and thanking him for it. The first ten were easy. The next twenty were a chore. By the time I reached fifty, my ass was on fire, a raw, burning mess. Tears were streaming down my face, my voice a hoarse, broken chant. "Fifty. Thank you, Daddy. Fifty-one. Thank you, Daddy." I did not stop. I could not stop. The alternative was too terrible to imagine.

I instantly start to squirm because I know exactly what will happen next. A hard slap is landed onto my right ass cheek without warning and I squeal out in response. “That was just a warning spank Sabrina. Now stay still and take daddy’s punishment like a good girl. If you keep being a bad girl you will not get a reward.” My core is soaking wet already just listening to daddy telling me to be a good girl for my reward.

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“Stephanie, your turn.” She moved at me and pulled out my gown and short. “Good girls. Now I want the both of you to move back a bit and turn around. I want a three hundred and sixty degrees look of your body.” We held our hands and moved back, turning around slowly. “The both of you are beautifully adorned by God.” We blushed and Kehlel smack his mouth audibly. “Stephanie, I want you to spank Grandma’s ass five times.” Stephanie came from behind and started apanking my ass, holding onto it as it wobbled.

Each thrust of his fingers drove me over the edge, but just before I could reel over the edge, he pulled away, leaving me empty and writhing for a release. I cried, thrashing on the seat. “Please daddy, I need to-“ “You can, and you will. Until I decide that you’ve earned it.” Adrian dragged me across the seat, manhandling me until I was on my knees, face pressed against the leather and ass high. The gown slipped down to the my waist, exposing everything. I heard the sound of his zipper, the metallic click of his belt unfastening. Fear and hunger muddled in my mind as he spanked me once and the sting shot across my ass. My gasped echoed in the car.

My hands brace on his chest, nails digging in, and I start bouncing, hard and fast, chasing another high. He latches onto my tit, sucking hard, teeth scraping my nipple until I cry out. His hand cracks down on my ass in sharp, rhythmic spanks that make me grind harder. “Faster, baby,” he growls against my skin. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.” I do, thighs burning, tits bouncing in his face, moaning nonstop. “Daddy—Daddy—gonna come again—” “Do it,” he snarls, spanking me harder. “Come all over me while I fill you up.”