Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Daddy Daniel’s hand tightened on my arm. “As for you, young lady,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “it’s time to address your disobedience. Lean against the wall, hands flat, legs spread.”
My heart beat fast as I complied, pressing my palms against the cool concrete. The rough surface scraped against my sensitive nipples as I leaned forward, causing me to gasp softly. I could feel Daddy Daniel’s eyes on me, drinking in every inch of my exposed flesh.
From Zoe’s cell, I heard a sharp crack followed by a yelp. The unmistakable sound of a hand connecting with bare flesh echoed through the corridor.
“You’re getting what you earned with your criminal conduct, you naughty girl,” Daddy Otto’s voice carried through the cell door. “You had better get used to it.”
“Oh… no… it… it hurts, Daddy!” Zoe’s voice cried.
More smacks, hard and fast. “Please… owwwwww… stop…”
As Zoe’s spanking continued, Daddy Daniel moved behind me. I felt something cool and smooth brush against my heated skin—a paddle. My breath caught in my throat.
His deep voice sent shivers down my spine as he traced the cool surface of the paddle across my exposed backside. “You were slow to obey, Amy,” he said, his tone stern and unyielding, the volume of his voice echoing up and down the cell block. “And now you’re going to learn what happens to naughty girls who don’t follow instructions promptly.”
I trembled against the wall, acutely aware of the other bad girls still lined up, watching my impending punishment. The thought of them witnessing my discipline made my cheeks burn with shame, but to my horror, it also sent a jolt of unwanted arousal straight to my core.
“I’m going to paddle this pretty little bottom of yours,” Daddy Daniel continued, his free hand caressing my curves possessively. “And you’re going to count each stroke, thank me for it, and beg for the next one. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible.
The paddle whistled through the air, connecting with my tender flesh with a resounding crack. The sting bloomed across my skin, making me gasp.
“One!” I cried out. “Thank you, Daddy. Please, may I have another?”
I sensed Daddy Daniel raising the paddle again. Zoe’s voice filtered through her cell door, punctuated by the rhythmic slaps of Daddy Otto’s palm against her flesh.
“Please, Daddy,” Zoe moaned, her voice thick with a mixture of pain and helpless arousal.
“Tell me what you need, bad girl,” Daddy Otto said, as the sound of his hand, still spanking her, continued unabated. “Beg for it.”
Daddy Daniel’s paddle whistled through the air again, striking harder. I yelped, my body jerking forward against the rough concrete wall.
“Two!” I sobbed, my back arching and my bottom squirming helplessly and mortifyingly at the agony. “Thank you, Daddy. P-please, may I have another?”
As I imagined Daddy Daniel raising the paddle for the third strike, Zoe’s voice was heard again, punctuated by the rhythmic slaps of Daddy Otto’s palm against her flesh.
“Please, Daddy,” Zoe moaned again. “I… I… I need your cock. I’ve been such a naughty girl.”
“Where do you need it, you dirty little slut? Let me give you a hint… you’re not getting it in your pussy, or even your pretty mouth today… you have to earn those privileges,” Daddy Otto’s deep voice growled.
“In… in… oh, God… in my bottom, Daddy,” Zoe whimpered. “Please… please fuck my… my tight little asshole.”
My cheeks burned with shame as I listened to Zoe’s desperate pleas. The knowledge that the other girls were witnessing my punishment, hearing Zoe’s wanton begging, made me want to sink into the floor and disappear. Yet to my horror, I felt a fresh wave of wetness gathering between my thighs.
Daddy Daniel paused. I could almost feel the paddle hovering just above my quivering flesh. His free hand came to rest on my hip, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Tell me, Amy,” he said softly, his voice pitched low so only I could hear, “why did you start stealing from Selecta?”
I blinked, caught off guard by the surprising—no, shocking, really—question. Daddy Daniel’s hand began to move in gentle circles on my hip, his touch soothing rather than punishing. His voice softened as he spoke again. “I’ve read your file, Amy. I know about your past, about the circumstances that led you to steal from Selecta. Tell me about it.”
I swallowed hard, my mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. The paddle still hovered near my tender flesh, a reminder of my precarious position, but Daddy Daniel’s gentle touch and genuine interest threw me off balance.
“I… I didn’t have many options,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “After my parents died, I was alone. The educational facility system… it wasn’t kind to me. When I aged out, I had nothing. No money, no skills, nowhere to go.”
Daddy Daniel’s hand moved up my back, rubbing soothing circles between my shoulder blades. “Go on,” he encouraged softly.