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 felt Daddy Phil’s hand move. It went further across my hip and grasped me there. A puff of air blew against my ass, right in the middle, where my already burning bottom cheeks met, where the dark valley concealed my most private place. I didn’t understand, though, until I heard the crack of the paddle’s leather face, and I had started to yelp from the pain of the stroke on top of all the soreness from Daddy Jacob’s hand.
New tears welled up at the corners of my eyes. My hands clutched hard at the edge of the couch cushion. I expected Daddy Phil to bring the paddle down again, but the second swat didn’t come. Instead, as I saw, my heart racing, that Daddy Jacob had found something inside his jeans, and begun to pull it out, the hand on my hip moved again, backward and downward, to fondle my bottom.
My back arched like the curve of a rainbow, it felt like, if the rainbow had a color scheme of hot reds, and deep purples, and deepest black. Despite every independent thought in my head begging my body not to, I pressed my ass backward against the strong hand, the probing fingers that found out the heat and the wetness there.
In front, Daddy Jacob’s hand re-emerged from his fly, and he held in it the long, hard thing that I had seen only in vague drawings. I hadn’t ever watched porn, or tried to find pictures, even. As I whimpered at Daddy Phil’s fingers lewd movements on my paddled bottom and between my thighs, I suddenly revisited, in my mind’s eye, the many times I had decided, firmly, not to try to look at a real man’s penis. I realized, as I swallowed hard on the flood of saliva that had to my dismay filled my mouth, that I hadn’t refused because I didn’t want to see what a man had between his thighs. I had refused because I had known, somehow, that if I did see a penis—above all, a cock like Daddy Jacob’s, huge and rigid and menacing, attached to a man whose biceps bulged out of the sleeves of his white t-shirt—I would want… things. Bad things.
Bad things for a bad girl. I realized, from the distant galaxy where it seemed I went at these moments, that I had taken my lower lip between my teeth, and that my head was shaking slowly back and forth.
“Oh, no,” I heard myself whisper. “No… no…”
Daddy Phil’s left hand went away from my bottom and my aching pussy. It moved back to my waist. A stab of fear made my whole body tremble, because I knew what that meant, but the hand gripped my hip to keep me still, and I felt my blue eyed daddy’s body shift, and then the puff of air came, and then the horrid crack—and then the searing pain that made me cry out.
My eyes, the tears flowing from them down my cheeks, remained fixed on what Daddy Jacob had in his right hand. I felt his other hand, too, even though I hadn’t noticed it reaching out towards me: my brown eyed daddy took my chin gently in his fingers, as if to make absolutely sure I knew I must keep my gaze fixed on his enormous, hard penis. He stroked it slowly, his hand moving up and down, perhaps teaching me how a daddy likes to have his cock attended to.
“No, isn’t the word we want to hear from you,” Daddy Phil said. “It’s time for you to get Daddy Jacob’s cock ready for your pussy.”
I felt my face twist into a pout of woe, even as my mouth kept watering in a way that I felt certain made me a very, very bad girl. I had never seen a penis before, but with my new daddy’s manhood jutting out at me, threatening my virgin pussy, demanding the service of my untried mouth, I felt a shameful urge to yield, to obey—to please my daddy like a good girl and a little lady, even though I knew a little lady would never do such a degrading thing.
Daddy Jacob’s left hand squeezed my chin: not hard, but enough to tell me what he wanted, and to confirm that Daddy Phil had meant what he had seemed to mean, that the way a bad girl gets her daddy’s cock ready to take her virginity is to suck it, no matter how embarrassing or uncomfortable she finds the shameful deed.
The hand on my hip moved again, over my bottom cheeks, holding the right one and then the left one, gripping each firmly so that my body shuddered each time.
“This is one warm, red ass,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “I’m pretty sure it qualifies as a very sore bottom.”