I then handed the piece of cloth to her. She put it close to her nose and sniffed the material.The black woman smiled again, calling me a filthy bitch...��“Come closer, babe. Let me get a good look at that sweet cunt…”I stepped closer to her. I could smell the heat of her body, the sweet and filthy scent on her African body. My mouth was dry and my pussy was getting even wetter.She suddenly grabbed my hips and made me straddle her lap.I then had a new surprise that warm early autumn night.She was. It gave me a warm and comforting feeling, a closeness to share food with this man who had just came into my life and was quickly acting like a DAD that I never had known. Mom got up later on in the evening and we chatted about what I would wear to school the next day and got out my clothes for that day. - a sport shirt and slacks, and of course clean underwear and socks. She had a thing about clean underwear. Shortly after Mom had left for the hospital, bedtime came, and Uncle Jeff and I went. He groaned as I kissed him, my tongue wiggling in his mouth.His hands moved. He grabbed my butt-cheeks. He pulled them apart. More of Sean’s cum leaked out of my asshole. I groaned, grinding my pussy on Daddy’s cock, feeling him throb through his pants. He was hard for me.He wanted me.I broke the kiss, moaning, “Oh, Daddy, you want me, don’t you?”“Maria,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my ass.“Say you want me, Daddy,” I gasped, arching my back to thrust my tits at his face.“Yes!” he. "By BOTH parties."What I am talking about here is a real, dyed-in-the-wool, consensual punishment. One that is expected. One that is known and agreed to and 'right' according to the protagonists... "Let's make those assumptions... "That slap would need to be of a particular force that, in the first place, was 'controlled'. It could not be delivered in the heat of the moment. No, no, no, no. Not at all. Things done 'in the heat of the moment', should, by definition, be 'hot'. Therefore, we.