My eyes became wet at the memory.“... don’t you think?”Rainie was talking. Or, was it, Blaney? I can’t remember all these new names. Half of t...em don’t even sound like girls' names anymore. Maybe if I dated people my age with normal names I could remember them. But a lot of girls out there want a Daddy, so—“Like, are you even listening?”“I’m sorry, babygirl. What was that? I was daydreaming about you.”“Lolz, yeah right! Wait, are you… crying?”I wiped my eyes. Did she actually say “lolz”? She. When I was born, my mother and father wanted a good, obedient child,so I was placed under a spell of perfect obedience. Whatever I am told to do,I must do, whether I will or no. At first it was not so bad; I was never givenan order I could not see myself following. Then my mother died, and my father took another wife. I was only three atthe time. My new stepmother brought a child from her former marriage; a whining,whey-faced girl a year older than myself. Soon after this, my father. I grabbed a shower, and as I ran my hands over my body, lathering up, it reminded me of how his hands had softly caressed me the night before. I quickly scurried to the kitchen wrapped in my towel to bring some breakfast back to bed, but things were not to go as planned... I heard some shuffling coming from the bedroom and checked to find him out of bed. I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start to run. Deciding to save breakfast for a little later, I gently knocked on the door. “Yes Sir,” Sam replied. “Do you deserve this spanking?” Aaron asked. “Yes Sir,” Sam replied, his cock getting harder. “That’s right, you do,” Aaron said, smacking Sam’s ass again. After a few more smacks, Aaron turned Sam around and said in a commanding voice, “On your knees.” Sam was quick to obey, his face level with Aaron’s cock. “Open,” Aaron commanded. Sam opened his mouth and felt Aaron’s hand on his head. Aaron gripped the hair on Sam’s head as he pushed his cock into his mouth. “Suck my.