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Oliver called me a hussy and said I wear skirts just so he can look… But you bought this skirt, and I really like it. Hearing the word "hussy" come out of my five-year-old's mouth hurt so much it felt like I was pierced with needles. I pulled her close and comfortingly said, "You did nothing wrong, Ava. The clothes are beautiful, and what is ugly is the people's thoughts. "Tomorrow, I'm putting you in the prettiest princess dress." After comforting Ava, I called my husband, Harvey Hoffman. "Honey, something happened at the kindergarten today—" "Madelyn Pennington! Can you stop already?" he irritatedly cut me off. "I'm working myself to death for this family, so could you stop bothering me wi

“Yours! God, Sam, it’s yours!” He released her hair, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned into her. The room filled with the sound of their collision, wet and savage. “Tell me you loved it,” he demanded, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Tell me you loved being their free-use whore.” “I loved it!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her. “I loved every fucking second! I’m your whore! Your gangbang slut!”

He kept one hand in her hair, pulling her head back so her back arched, and used the other to spank her hard between strokes. “Fuck—Nathan—” “Take it,” he growled. “You walked in here for this.” He didn’t ease up. The rhythm stayed heavy and relentless. Ava’s breasts pressed into the mattress. Soft, broken cries leaked out of her every time he bottomed out. He spanked her again, harder, watching the thick flesh bounce and redden. Her pussy made filthy wet sounds around him. The risk of his parents being only a few doors away made every deep stroke feel sharper.

I moaned. Another spank. Harder this time. My pussy throbbed with every slap. “You will count them,” he said. “One… Two… Three…” I moaned as he spanked me again and again. My ass was getting hot and red. By the tenth spank, I was pushing my ass back, begging for more without words. Uncle Ken stopped and rubbed my sore cheeks gently. His fingers slipped under my thong and pulled it to the side. He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

She understood he was furious, and by the 10th spank, her tears flew uncontrollably. “No more,” she begged. Instead of counting, she felt all raw and red. "Shh,” 20 more, and we can stop this,” he spanked her again, “Will you ever pull that stunt again?” (spank). “11,” she said instead of answering. “Answer me,” he rubbed her round bottom, landing another spank. “No,” she shook her head, “Do you know why you are being punished?” he asked, spanking her. “12,” she was very diligent in counting those spanks. As stupid as it sounded, she didn’t want to get spanked again.

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.