I feared retaliation but a sudden smirk showed off his pearly white teeth and my heart skipped a beat. “Next time they better be panties, or I am go...ng to spank you~” “Y-YOICHI! N-NUUUU!” I covered my eyes with my hands as he bent over to pick me up, kissing my forehead before pulling away with a chuckle. The sound of a fleshy smack filled the air, and it took my brain a moment to register the pain as I screeched and hopped around holding my sore bum. “O-OWWIE!” He just snickered as he watched. Io sorrisi: “Tu sei matto, ragazzo!” Dissi quando arrivai al pick up. Ora ce l’avevo già duro come una pietra. Bob saltò giù quando aprii la portiera lato passeggero. Arrivato alla portiera mise una mano sul mio sedere e l’altra sul mio inguine spingendo ed afferrandomi contemporaneamente il culo ed il pene. Cazzo! Avrei potuto saltargli addosso proprio lì nel parcheggio. Bob rilasciò la presa su me e salì sul pick up. Chiusi la portiera e girai intorno alla macchina per raggiungere il posto. You feel him stand in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the belt hanging loose, a warning. Sitting back up, you look at your father. There is no fatherly love in his eyes. You move your eyes away from him to stare at his cock once again. Life suddenly feels unfair. It feels so wrong. You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, only to realize at that moment that you had started to cry. Despite the spankings and the fears and your mouth screaming. You weren’t really crying,. "It's a special night, tonight. We are going to a party! You need to look pretty tonight!" he crooned. She knew what that meant. He would take her to the bedroom and dress her in outfits he bought from Fredericks of Hollywood, so tight that her breasts were almost uncovered. Even without walking, she knew that the strapped heels would cramp her calves, and he would smear her face with horrible makeup. He liked to dress her in skimpy, sexy clothes, no matter how cold it was, and take her.