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devilish grin she felt threatening to break out over her face.
    He slammed the door, giving her a start before he circled around her.
    “You are a dramatic little deviant, aren’t you?” he asked, grabbing her arm in his big hand and yanking her with him to his throne.
    Sitting down, he pulled her to him, bending her over his thighs, as he laid down the law.
    “You will obey my every command. You will not struggle. You will not come during your punishment.”
    With that, he brought his hand down twice, once on each cheek, still covered by her dress. She bit her lip to keep from crying out with the sheer pleasure, the feeling of his large hands hitting her ass. She grew wetter, his command not to orgasm giving her a moment of pause. Pulling her skirt up to expose her lace-covered cheeks, he spanked her again, just twice with his hand, one hard, resounding smack per cheek, and this time the blows were upward, causing an increased sting. The heat grew, made her want to wiggle, actually beg for more, but she clenched her ass in order to fight the urge.
    “No clenching,” he commanded with another set of spanks.
    She felt him grab the back of her panties and pull. The lace tore, biting into her thighs as it released. She breathed through the glorious sting, her pussy trembling already. If she could come without touching herself, she feared her fate with her stepfather laying his hands on her.
    “Reach your hands back and grab that gorgeous ass of yours I plan to redden every inch of,” he insisted. As she moved her arms, he added, “You shall say, yes, Daddy , each time you obey.”
    “Yes, Daddy,” she managed as her fingers touched her warmed ass cheeks.
    Her black-painted nails cut into her flesh, and she wished she could see the sight he did. She wished she could be up above, looking down through the glass like she had before. She wanted to see herself, see him doing this to her. He hit her again, twice, making her gasp.
    “Open yourself to me,” he spat.
    “Yes, Daddy,” she said as she pulled her cheeks apart, showing him her puckered hole that tightened and released in anticipation.
    “I have a fucking pain in the ass whore of a daughter, don’t I?” he asked. “Look at that ass, begging me for more. Dare we find your pain threshold?”
    “Yes, Daddy,” she grunted out each word as his fingers hit her hole with two good taps.
    She felt the tremors of the pain blissfully shoot through her core, tightening her stomach in the expectation of more.
    “Spread your legs and show me that pale little pussy,” he added.
    She did so, feeling her inner walls pulse as she exposed herself to him. His fingers, tight together, came down with two swats on her wet folds. Her hips bucked. God, she wanted something shoved inside her. Preferably his cock.
    In response, the fingers of his other hand pushed under her stomach, finding her sticky wet pussy, pressing hard against her clit. His other hand came down hard on her ass, pushing her hands aside and then falling harder than they had onto her cheeks four more times in fast clip. Each smack forced her clit harder against the pads of his fingers.
    “You’ve already earned yourself a more severe punishment,” he said, pulling her by her hair to get her to stand. He walked her over to the cuffs hanging from the ceiling and bound her hands in them up over her head. Coming around to face her, his already chiseled features held tight, he pulled at the ties on her corset-like dress. She forced herself not to wiggle against the feel of the material now laying over her stinging ass.
    In strong, fluid movements, he ripped the material until she soon hung there naked, apart for her torn thigh highs and boots. He grabbed a small leather whip, a flogger with thick leather, from the wall, and without pause, brought it across her round breasts. Her nipples hardened, and she dared clench her ass and thighs against the pulsing need to be taken, invaded. Luckily he hadn’t noticed as