And after a few moments she gradually raised herself back up on her toes, whispering, “Thank you, Sir.”I gave her another smack with the belt. Th...n another. And another. And another. Sometimes I gave her one on the backs of her thighs for variety. Nadine took her whipping very well each time. She cried out with the pain, bounced up and down and waved her behind, bit her lip and whimpered, but she maintained her position and always remembered to thank me.It was around the sixth or seventh. "What's the matter?" Jackson asks, catching on to her discomfort. "Y-you…it's…b-big," she finally gets out, hating how panicky she sounds. Jackson chuckles. "Believe me, love. That's a good thing." She must still look as uncertain as she feels because Jackson tsks and walks over to her, cock bobbing with each step he takes. If it weren't for the fact that the penis belonged to Jackson, and that it was going to be inside of her soon enough, she might have laughed. "Why don't you touch it? To see. ”My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I tried to keep my eyes trained on the road, but I couldn’t stop myself from glancing her way. The white tank top under her semi transparent yellow striped shirt seemed to be riding lower than before, her full breasts barely contained. The tank top, like a tight second skin against her toned stomach, was tucked into her jean cut offs. How did I not notice how short they were? Her pale thighs were fully on display and if she moved them,. “You can’t leave me here with her.” “She is your mother,” he defender her, though she did not deserve it. “She is a fucking lunatic,” I corrected him. “Addie,” his voice was firm, “do not speak about your mother that way.” “So you are saying she is not a lunatic?” I asked him. “No,” he frowned again. “She is just a little lost right now.” I sighed, moving my way across the entry way to my father. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him down into a hug. He did not.