Daddy’s hands

His fingers gently slipped under my robe and brushed the back of my thigh. My breath caught in my throat, the feather light touch seemed to almost burn my skin. Then it was gone. “You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I answer breathlessly “yes, daddy” His fingers continue their caresses. Softly, brushing past the …

The Punishment

"Yes, Daddy" I kneel on the cushions he has thoughtfully placed on the floor for my knees. "Thank you, Daddy" Every time I get in the position, I wonder, what the fuck am I doing? But the other voice, Naughty Natasha, whispers... you know you love it... Damn that bitch... she's right.... I'm already twitching …