.I'm Daddy'spainwhore!" Hearing my self say these things in my femme slutty highvoice..oh wow...He slapped my ass back and forth few more times, incr...asing the forceupon my reddening cheeks, as I breathed deep and tried not to cry out,just to take it, like in the spanking videos I had watched so manytimes...the ones where the experienced painsluts are obedient and takeit without too much complaint...dreaming of what must be going throughtheir minds, and now it's my turn....ohh Daddy's strong. Sandwichedbetween the bra's heavy blue silk and rubber was a one-inch-wide stripof the wafer-thin metal my corset shackle was made of. 'When this thinggets locked onto me, it is seriously locked on. It becomes one with mycorset.'Next I realized that the shoulder straps criss-crossed in front of myneck and then criss-crossed again over my upper back before meeting upwith the two metal hasps. Those straps had metallic reinforcements inthem also, though they were quite a bit narrower. I decided. “Emma are you in bed like you were told to?” “Yes sir, all tucked in for the night.” “Hands above the covers, no touching.”“Yes, Sir.” “Good night,” and he was gone. Emma did so want to touch, scratch the itches that Donald got started in her again this afternoon. Instead, she kept her hands outside the cover as she was told. At her side, so as not to be tempted to try to rub through her comforter at herself. But soon she found her stretching her arms and legs out, remember her time on his. This moment I realized she was only wearing a dark bra, buttoned in the front but incapable of holding her big boobs which appeared to be fighting to get free off this confinement. I was surprised at seeing the big hairy mound, hair sticking out of under her panties. I felt something sick in my stomach and was already dizzy. In only a second my life had turned into such tremendous outcome. My thoughts were focused in my poor dad, alone in the bar, working hard, not knowing about his.