She will have to be broken before she can be mine, and there'sno sense in wasting time. Black sweatpants and a black tee shirt are my standardcasual a...tire for such things. I glance around the walls and settle on a red-leatherwhip; not my style, really, but it is a symbol of force and power, a weaponof fear. With a crash, I kick open the door to her room, and she bolts awake. ?What do you want?? Her voice cracks with desperation. To her, I am but asilhouette outlined in the corridor. I don't. I ripped her top down and exposed her amazing breasts.“Daddy, stop!” She yelped. I slapped her bare breast and it shut her up.They were big and perky, and her nipples were pink, begging to be sucked, bit, and fondled. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to her knees, “Get down there.” I held her head in both of my hands, “Go on, you like it so much, taste mine.”She wasn’t trying very hard to escape my grip, but she was pouting.“If you want boys to like you, you should start with your. As I shimmied out of my jeans, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I faced away from the mirror and looked to see if the bruises on my ass were still vivid. Daddy had used the belt, the cane and the dreaded hairbrush on me last night after giving me an extended otk session the night before. My panties didn't cover all of a deep purple blotch on my left ass cheek, which Daddy told me thought was super hot. I smiled and I kicked the jeans to the side. As I pulled my shorts gingerly up over the. I tickle the magic soft skin between his balls and hole. He shivers again. I move further down until one finger is making circles around his hole. He gasps for air again. “Not there” he says. But instead of retracting he leans backwards, giving my finger more room. I decide to listen to his body and caress his tight hole more. His breathing turns into moan after moan. His head is thrown back and his eyes stare into infinity. He then makes a sound I’ll cherish forever. He first tries to stop it..