Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I flailed with my hands, trying desperately with the right to push Daddy Jacob’s rock-solid body away somehow, and to put the left behind me on my ass, to get it in the way of the tormenting hand. I tried to twist my head, too, thinking I might be able to look over my shoulder and see his face in order to plead for mercy.
“No, sweetheart,” Daddy Phil said, sternly, and I felt his hands, too, grabbing my wrists so that he could imprison them in his own grip just as securely as the plastic cuffs had done.
I looked up at him, mid-wail, while Daddy Jacob just kept restraining me under his left arm and spanking me, hard and fast, with his enormous right hand. My blue-eyed daddy’s face looked terribly strict, but also somehow terribly hungry, so that my heart raced even faster than the awful lesson from my brown-eyed daddy had made it beat. I let out a little sob just at that expression, which seemed to promise that my punishment would involve a great deal more than this spanking—and that Daddy Phil had every intention of enjoying all of it.
“This… will… stop… when… you… obey… me,” Daddy Jacob said, the horrible swats just going on and on as he spoke. He had started to move his hand up and down and side to side. My whole backside felt like he had pressed a hot iron against it. I thought the spanks on my bottom had felt painful, but they didn’t compare to the ones on my upper thighs, where I realized I had less protection for the nerves, anatomically speaking.
“Oh… ow… Daddy… please!” I wailed. “Please… please, Daddy. I… I’ll…”
Daddy Jacob stopped the spanks, but he put his hand on my ass and squeezed so hard I cried out. Daddy Phil let go of my wrists. Looking up into his gorgeous face, for a fraction of a second something inside me almost rebelled—the defiant voice whispered that I must not give in. A wave of pain from Daddy Jacob’s huge, strong hand shot through my system, though, and with a sob I bent my arms and lowered my upper body even further, so that my brown-eyed daddy held me completely upended over the back of the couch.
“There,” Daddy Jacob said, his voice full of grim satisfaction. “Good girl.”
An utterly unexpected flood of thoughts and emotions washed over me at those two simple words. The glow of pride and the warmth of unwelcome affection for Daddy Jacob that represented the biggest part of my body’s reaction took me by surprise. I sobbed at the feeling, shaking my head and whispering, “No… no…, please…” wanting to start struggling again, even though I knew I absolutely mustn’t move from that position, because I couldn’t bear any more spanking.
“Come over here, Phil,” I heard Daddy Jacob say from above me. “Take a look at her ass and her pussy and see whether you think she needs more before we fuck her.”
“Oh, God,” I sobbed. How could that utter degradation affect me the way it had? How could my pussy just have clenched?
Was it because I heard again, in Daddy Jacob’s voice, that same element of care that seemed somehow both to cut hard against all the humiliation he clearly meant to heap on me and at the same time to go with it seamlessly? As if every time this impossibly muscular firefighter said something lewd and objectifying he meant it not to hurt me but instead to… to… to build me up?
I looked up at Daddy Phil, whose own blue eyes had gone, I guessed to Daddy Jacob’s, over my naked form, ass upwards atop their living room couch. I thought I could see in his expression an awareness of the same idea I had picked up on in the dominant, paternal way my brown-eyed daddy handled punishing me. Daddy Phil had a little smile on his face that seemed to say that although he didn’t share all his fellow daddy’s instincts, he greatly appreciated them.
I bit my lip, feeling my forehead crease hard as I understood why. My blue-eyed daddy liked having Daddy Jacob as his partner in owning me, their brand new fuck toy, because Daddy Phil could see how good a sexual relief device Daddy Jacob’s treatment would make of me… how nice a piece of ass I had already started to become for my daddies, thanks to Daddy Jacob’s first lesson.
Daddy Phil started to move around the couch. I turned my head to follow him.
Daddy Jacob lifted his left arm from around my waist and straightened up. The only thing keeping me from moving—trying to push up off my elbows and scramble away from these assholes who demanded I call them my daddies—was the big, strong hand that still gripped my burning bottom, the two middle fingers arrogantly and possessively pushed just inside my virgin sheath.