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)
Then Daddy Daniel’s commanding voice cut through the air once more. “Now, gentlemen, let’s get our bad girl properly warmed up, shall we?”
I heard the slap of wood striking skin. My heart began to race. Turning my head as much as the position allowed, I saw Daddy Daniel holding a wicked-looking paddle. The polished wood gleamed in the soft light, promising both pain and pleasure. The holes in the surface of the blade, I knew from painful experience in the facility’s training room, would make the awful thing travel faster through the air.
“I’m going to give my little fuck toy twelve strokes,” Daddy Daniel announced. “Two for each of you, gentlemen. Would you do me the honor of counting them? I’m sure Amy will be grateful not to have to remember to do that, given that I need to get that backside very sore.”
I looked into the faces of the six, who had sat back down in their armchairs, all of their robes entirely open now to show their huge, hard cocks.
“Sure, Daniel,” Victor said with a chuckle.
“Daddy knows best, after all,” Kwame added.
I let out a little sob as I felt Daddy Daniel lay the terrifying blade across my bottom cheeks.
“What do you say, Amy?” he asked, his voice stern.
“I…” I hesitated, confused for just a moment. The paddle rose, then came down with a crack. I cried out more in alarm than in pain, my body bucking over the bench.
“Thank you,” I gasped out. “Thank you, Daddies.”
“There,” said Daddy Daniel. “That one didn’t count, but this one will.”
Crack!
The blow landed squarely across both cheeks, the sting radiating outward. I gasped, my body jerking against the restraints.
“One,” Daddy Victor said.
Crack!
“Two,” said Daddy Reggie, next in the semicircle.
The blows continued, each one sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body. Each daddy took his turn at counting. All of them had their erections in their hands, stroking vigorously and with obvious enjoyment at the sight of my punishment.
By the sixth stroke, tears had begun to stream down my face. My whole rear end seemed to have become a blazing fire.
“Halfway there, Amy,” Daddy Daniel’s voice said sternly. “This is how a bad girl learns to do as she’s told, when her daddy shares her.”
The humiliation sent a thrill through me. As the final strokes fell, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the enormous, rigid shafts in the six men’s hands. I had no idea how it could seem both a punishment and a reward to have my real daddy give me to them this way.
“Twelve!” I heard Daddy Kwame say in his rich, deep voice. I sagged against the bench as the reverberations of the final swat faded from my body.
There was a moment of stillness, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing. Then I felt Daddy Daniel’s large hand come to rest on my burning bottom, his touch both soothing and electrifying.
“There,” he declared. “That looks like a very sore bottom.” His fingers traced the curves of my ass, dipping lower to brush against my suddenly dripping pussy. The need between my thighs had seemed to vanish during the horrible paddling, but my hips jerked at Daddy Daniel’s touch there, and a mewling sound emerged from my throat as arousal came rushing back.
Miss Frieda’s crisp voice cut through the haze of my arousal and lingering pain. “Gentlemen, I have an important announcement to make.” She paused, allowing the tension in the room to build. “As of this moment, Daddy Daniel will be taking charge as Amy’s new primary daddy.”
A murmur of interest rippled through the assembled men. I felt a surge of conflicting emotions—pride, fear, excitement, and a deep sense of belonging. My eyes sought out Daddy Daniel’s face, searching for confirmation.
He met my gaze, his eyes intense and filled with a mixture of possessiveness and stern authority. “That’s right, Amy,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “You’re mine now, in every way.”
Turning to address the other daddies, Daddy Daniel’s tone became businesslike. “Now, gentlemen, there’s something very important you need to understand about tonight’s proceedings.” He paused, his hand still resting possessively on my burning bottom. “It’s crucial to me that Amy not be allowed to come until she’s demonstrated her complete obedience.”
I whimpered softly at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing over me even as I dreaded the torment his declaration promised. The other daddies leaned forward in their chairs, their interest piqued.
“You see,” Daddy Daniel continued, “our little Amy here has a tendency to get carried away with her own pleasure. But tonight, she’s going to learn that her body exists solely for our enjoyment, not her own.”
He glanced down at me, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Isn’t that right, my bad girl?”