Then a sharp SLAP, then another SLAP on my other cheek."Ohhh!" I cried out"No whimpering, cunt. A painwhore loves her Daddy's gift, doesn'tshe?" Yes,...Daddy" Tell it to me" I...I love my Daddy's gift, I love it so much...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, increasing the forceupon my reddening cheeks, as I breathed deep and tried not to cry out,just to take it, like in the spanking. Fine. As if that hurt me. Time was awastin’: this girl had places to go, her people to see, as long as I passed inspection. Hanging up the phone in its cradle I raced upstairs to fulfill my duties. My room seemed clean enough. I was setting out my clothes when I heard Mistress Denise’s voice downstairs. “Ceres, why aren’t you here in place for your daily spanking!” I looked up, startled. It wasn’t two o’clock as yet, nor had ten minutes passed. Shit! . We decided to meet at a coffee shop in the evening and she came along with one of her friend! Lets call Her Miss. P! After the exchange of pleasantries i was told the Miss C is Mr. K’s Separated Spouse! I was in a dilemma as to why she had not revealed this information earlier! She told me she was hesitant because i might think otherwise of her! She told me that she wanted to caution me not to do business with Mr. K as he is not a reliable person and duped many people! She asked me if i was. Someone had punted the asshole through the Mumbler’s event horizon and he had come out radically augmented. Untraceable. But as many people had learned since the dawn of the internet, nothing ... nothing ... is beyond doxing.“The information contained in this drive cannot be traced to any of our agents. Don’t even try,” Agent Pan said, holding up a wafer of clear plastic containing a bead roughly the size of a grain of sand. “It dissolves without the right command code. I get what you offered,.