Whip Me, Daddy
Kelly hears her step-dad, Greg, whipping her mother in the next room one evening. Kelly is barely eighteen and easily excited, and finds herself masturbating and imagining her step-daddy's whip biting into her own flesh. Laying there in the dark, panting, she decides she has to find out for herself what it feels like. . .so she sets out to be a very bad girl. . . . More
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"Whip Me, Daddy" contains explicit depictions of violent, consensual sex and is not intended for minors -- or the faint of heart!
EXCERPT FROM "Whip Me, Daddy"
I trotted back down the hallway, smiling and immensely pleased with myself. Mom was passed out on the sofa, snoring lightly, and I sat down in the adjacent recliner and hiked my dress up to my waist and spread my legs like every man in the world does when he sits.
I wasn't wearing panties.
A minute later, Greg came down the hallway. He wasn't wearing his shirt, and his face and hair looked recently washed. I grinned at that, and the grin widened when I noticed him glaring at me.
"Whip me, Daddy," I said. "I'm a bad girl."
"What do you want?" he said, his voice thick with anger.
I pulled the hem of my dress up a little farther. Nothing was left to the imagination. "I want you to teach me to be a good girl," I said, unable to believe the words were coming out of my mouth, even as I said them.
He stared at me for a long minute, then shook his head. "Go to bed, Kelly."
I stood up and took my dress off. I stepped past him in the hallway, wearing nothing but a smile on my lips and a promise in the swaying of my hips. I could feel his eyes on me as I strutted down the hall.