..” you whisper.I feel my cock stretching to its full length inside my pants. I’m so aroused – so incredibly aroused. If you’re as excited as ...e, your juices must be soaking The General’s uniform pants. I sip my scotch and decide to give you the permission you want.“Very well,” I say. “You may touch yourself. Sir – keep up the spanking.”The General nods – and lands slap after measured slap on your delicious little butt. Your trembling hand reaches for your pussy – and a shiver of pleasure goes. I mean, what if someone saw them??" No problem, doll. No one ever will. I can develop them myself, and we can save them. That way, in 20-30 years, we'll remember how good we looked, and how much fun we had. I'll tell you what: if you don't want to, how about if we just take some of you in regular clothes, or a swimsuit? You know, fashion photography. How about that?" Well, I guess that'd be ok," you told him. Thinking to yourself, though, "Hmmm, maybe I could just start off that way, and see. Involuntarily, she humped up her back, and leant forward, anything to escape those cruel blows. Birch spoke then, his voice even but firm. “If you move like that again, you will get more. Back in your position.”Obediently, Emi sank back down. She was crying now, quietly snivelling to herself from fear and self pity. Birch took no notice. He simply carried on methodically placing each blow until he was satisfied. Emi felt him step away from her. She imagined him examining her marks. She said, He blames me, said he was responsible for me, that my sins reflected poorly on him and the family and that I was the reason his life was falling apart. No compassion for how I felt or what I wanted, it was just about him. He said, Dont feel guilty about your dads job, anyone who could treat his daughter that way doesnt deserve to have it. And you didnt commit any sins, he shouldnt have punished you like that. She said, But he did punish me. He said hed beat the sin out of me. When.