He hit her again with the paddle. Her voice seemed to ring out through the whole house.Again, he hit her tender ass cheeks with the paddle. He did not...stop even though she was crying and begging him to stop. Fifteen times he hit her ass. Smiling as it began to get more and more red with each pop.After number 15, he stopped and calmly asked her one last time. Little girl, this is your last chance. Did you remove these panties with that boy or not?Sobbing uncontrollably, she muttered something. We never spoke of this and after 2 weeks I had though daddy had forgotten, I was watching a rather scary movie and didn't wanna sleep alone, seeing as it was only me and daddy home at the time because mum was visiting her sick aunt for a few days he was the obvious option. I knocked on dads door and walked in before he got a chance to reply, the sight I saw when I walked in shocked me and caused my nipples to harden and my juices started to flow I could feel my pussy between my legs start to. You’re remembering my blowjobs and are looking forward to another one.” Stephanie had a twinkle in her eyes that just made me melt. All through dinner I wanted to get up out of my chair and pull her to me, kiss her passionately, then pick her up in my arms and carry her to bed. We’d make love for hours, then sleep all night in each other’s arms.“Stephanie, you make a wonderful salad,” I said as we finished.“Thank you! And you make a marvelous pizza!” she said with that twinkle in her eyes.“Why. Then I cursed myself at my stupidity; she could’ve wrapped it twice. Had it been wrapped twice around her ankle yesterday? While half my mind tried to remember, the other half tried to think of one possible reason why, if the sick idea in my head were true, would Mark give me Morgan’s anklet as a present. Why would Morgan? She had to know that I would remember. I had just seen it yesterday and commented on it.“No,” I puffed, hoping that the confidant puff would make me realize how ridiculous I.