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“You stay your fucking ass.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Behind that son of a bitch!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“AAHHHHHHHAAAAHHHH PLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSEEEEE STOOOOOPPPPP!” I wiggle around trying to get free, ass so numb I feel like it’s going to fall off. My pussy is slick and wet, pooling cum on the floor, while my knees are rubbed raw. But it’s my asshole that gets the most impact…

It feels extra sensitive because of the way he cleaned it earlier, and it’s sore from the impact of his smacks.

“I’m sor—” My cries fall on deaf ears…

“Fuck your sorries. Say it!”SMACK!

“IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!”

SMACK!

“I’M DADDY’S LITTLE CUMDUMP!”

SMACK!

“I’M DADDY’S LITTLE CUMDUMP!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I’M DADDY’S LITTLE CUMDUMP!”

“What are the fucking rules?!”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“D-DADDY ABHORS REPEATING H-HIMSELF!” I wail at the top of my lungs

“Again!”SMACK! SMACK!

“DADDYABHORSREPEATINGH-HIMSELF!”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Fucking right I do!”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!“Rule number fucking three!”SMACK! SMACK!

I can’t think…I pant, head fogging up, pussy tightening.

“D-D-Dad-d-dy’s w-w-word is l-l-law!” I pant, losing my voice, pussy throbbing viciously.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Fucking right it is!”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!“Again!”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Dadd-dy’s w-w-word is l-law!”SMACK!

“Again!”

“Daaaaaaaaaadddy’s woooooord is laaaaaaaw!”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“A-fucking-gain!”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“DAAAAAAAAAADDDY’S WOOOOOORD IS LAAAAAAAW! PPLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEE NO MOREEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEEEEEEAAASSSSEEEEE!” I cry, heart racing as tears stream down my face.

“PLLLLLEEEEEEEAAASSSSSEEEE STOP!” I weep uncontrollably, unable to even yank at the rope.

“Little Birdie, do you think your tears mean something to me?” he whispers into my ear. “Say it…” he growls, seething mad unbuckling his belt.

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