We sat in my office and small-talked about each other a bit and the sometimes misunderstood aspects of flagallelation. I pointed out how being whippe... erotically could be an incredibly pleasurable sexual experience. Not only was the experience of being naked, tied and ?punished? for things she might had always assumed were ?right?--sexual denial, rejection, fabrications, pretense, diffidence, vanity, but found out later were ?wrong,? whipping punishment usually modified those beliefs. I. Standing above her, Jack got a clear view of the tops of her full breasts straining against her lacy fire engine red brassiere.Jack stooped and took her arm and helped her up.“I’m so sorry,” he began. She had a heart-shaped face and her china blue eyes were clear behind thin wire-rimmed glasses. She wore a red lace choker with a gold heart hanging on it. Her breasts were full and rounded, her waist quite narrow and her ass was generous. Too generous, in fact for the short pinstriped skirt. Tell me no. I'm your dad, and I can do what ever I like." he said throwing my head down. He went back to my ass and spanked it. Then let his fingers slide up my clit."Mmh my little girl likes it when she is spanked?" he said as he rubbed his finger up and down.I squirmed and tried to pull away."Daddy no. Daddy stop. Stop!" I begged of him, but he kept going. "Such a filthy girl. So wet." he said as he continued despite my pleas. "You aren't supposed to touch me there daddy!" I screamed in fear. Moving her mouth of my nipple, she started kissing me down my stomach, briefly swirling her tongue in my navel before lifting the sheets of my lower torso. “My, oh my!” she giggled. “What have we here? Is this for me?” Without wavering, she continued kissing down to where my cock was, now unrestrained by the sheets and threatening a drop of pre-cum. As she gently kissed all around my scrotum, the drop of pre-cum defeated gravity and started stretching toward my stomach. In one move, she both.