Daddy situated me on his desk until my thighs were as far apart as they could go without causing me pain. His every touch was gentle and sensual, turning me on even more.
"Close your eyes," he said. "This is about sensation."
I lowered my lids and took a deep breath.
Slap.
I gasped and arched off the desk as the sting flashed from my p***y and reverberated through my whole body.
Just as all the tightened muscles in my body released and I lay back against the desk, he spanked my p***y again.
"Aah," I groaned at the sharp pleasure/pain.
"Shh. Stay as quiet as you can," Daddy said.
I tried to respond, but I couldn't speak. All that came out was gibberish.
Slap.
"Please," I moaned as my thighs tried to close.
Daddy held them open.
The safe word ran through my head. I didn't want to
