“But I hope this will do as a nice little Christmas present for you.”“Little!” I blurt, boggling at the loveliest example of male appendage I�...�ve ever seen – and I’ve seen quite a few. “That thing’s enormous.”Craig smiles at me. It’s not exactly a pleasant smile, more like his predatory I’m-going-to-split-your-cunt-in-two-with-this kind of look – which is exactly what I’m hoping.“You say the nicest things, Miss Bloom,” he rumbles, stroking his thick dick.I can’t reply because soon after I’m. Your gut is soon groaning from lack of breakfast, and aches so much from what feels like a threat of implosion that you even begin to feel faint. When you stumble, your arms are wrenched upwards with the threat of removing them from their sockets. As the long march continues on through unseen terrain, you feel accordingly more convinced the destination is somewhere quite unpleasant. After a long while, you haven’t felt anything brushing across your face, and you sense a strange, disturbing. I knew how bad it was at twelve,thirteen hours and I knew it didn't kill me. Sure, I'd probably have todo something, someone, then but not in an hour or two, no sirree bob.Now, the funny thing about pain is this: it's worse if you know itscoming. Apparently torturers show their victims the tools for that veryreason. So when it started to hurt in an hour (I suppose - there was noclock in the bathroom) I was terrified. I knew what was coming and Isimply didn't have the courage to face. At some point i began to cry while i screamed each number. There was less time in between each switch and even less between swats. Switch 7's blows were across my breasts evenly each swat getting faster and adding more sting. Switch 8 was across my back again. That's when i noticed my father had miscounted and there was only one switch left. I kept my mouth shut as he picked it up and swatted the front of my thighs."Last ten swats my slutty princess," daddy was growling again. He walked around.