"Bring my Baby girl her cake." I had never openly defied one of Daddy's rules, much less openly defied one in public. Maybe I just wanted to see what ...e would do. Maybe I secretly craved some punishment. The last punishment, hand spanking had nearly brought me to tears and the caning and paddling that followed it had left me openly blubbering and begging Daddy to believe me when I burbled, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll do good. I'm sorry!" He had. ’ She glared at me, trying to somehow maintain a power over me still. I warned, ‘You ever glare at me like that again, bitch, and I will fist fuck that cunt of yours.’ Her eyes went big, but she didn’t say anything, probably stunned to hear me so powerful and to hear a phrase she likely had never heard before. ‘Bitch, beg,’ Jimbo demanded slapping her ass hard. ‘Aaaah,’ she screamed in pain. Still staring at her Daddy, she begged, shame in her eyes, ‘Please, my nigger slave, fuck your. ”. Jarzia’s voice cracked through the air.“Uh, I, of course not, Most Enlightened Concubine.” Wazim bowed low, “I was just checking her cuffs.”.“Of course, now get out!” Jarzia cracked her whip.“Hello slave.” The slave trainer purred as she ran a hand along Chandra’s tight ass.“Two whippings in one day? Get used to it bitch, the sultan enjoys breaking the women that defy him. Nice and tight ass, army life is good for keep you bitches in shape, don’t worry, I will work your body even harder all. So I stopped.I pulled back and looked up at her, “is mommy doing this right, baby?Does this feel good to you? Is your nasty fuck hole all tingly?”“Oh god, mommy, please eat me, make me cum please mommy!” Gaby wasalmost completely under my control except perhaps, for her hands on myhead, pressing downwards hard to get me back where she wanted me. Butstill I resisted.I slid my forefinger inside her. God, she was SO wet! So I thoughtthat one finger wasn’t enough at all, I pushed in a second. .