I hated that her clothes hid her form just because all the little girls liked to dress cute and show off at her age, but as her dad, I was also glad t...e hormone ridden boys could not roam their eyes over what they could not clearly see.I sighed as Mya took her time in the dressing room and wondered if it was on purpose just so she could make me wait on her longer, and felt she would want to buy all the clothes where she liked them or not as long as she got to make me pay. I had only been. ”“Oh...”Commander Whitfield appeared next to her. “Sergeant, we’ll give you a hand moving your stuff to the vehicle.”She stiffened, about to salute, but he smiled, “Relax, sergeant. Let’s get you off with your gear. I’m looking forward to some good beer when you get under way with it.”“Thank you, sir.”They disappeared into the ship and with the help of the other crew members rapidly moved large plastic containers, drums of assorted substances, and boxes of equipment clearly labelled ‘FRAGILE’. “Bend over the bed slave!” you say. I hurriedly do so all the while nervous as you reach for the belt that is ever present in our chamber. “Why would you defy me this way, what were you thinking slave? You were certainly not thinking of your Master, were you?” Whack! The belt lands on my ass and I flinch involuntarily and gasp. “You will not say a word or move slave.” Whack! Whack! Whack! I bite my lip. Whack! Whack! Whack! I can surely taste my own blood now. Whack! Whack! Whack! A moan. She let out a louder moan, pulling my hair. In response I went slower. "Oh...fuck no baby, please. Keep going. Faster," she begged. "I'm in control baby girl. You'll take whatever I give you," I whispered against her neck, with authority in my voice. She simply moaned and nodded, moving her hips slowly. I moved my fingers faster as I kissed down her neck. I kissed her collar bone and shoulder, down to her breasts. My free hand squeezed her tits as I sucked on them. Teasing her nipples with my.