I "Got The Belt" When I Was A Teenager
When daddy decides to whip me with his belt, the declaration alone is enough to drop my heart into my stomach and plant my feet to the floor with it.
He usually decides to lecture me but I don't hear him because I keep looking st his belt. He takes it off and says to pull my pants down but my hands feel like ice because I don't want to expose my butt and princess parts to his unforgiving leather, but I force me self too.
I bend over and try my best to make my butt as lest tense as possible. Then the first stroke comes and brands me as a naughty girl. I kick my head back and think nothing in the world could hurt more until the second stroke. This one makes me cry and I cry and beg and plead until I am a well punished little girl. Miserable and sobbing.
He usually decides to lecture me but I don't hear him because I keep looking st his belt. He takes it off and says to pull my pants down but my hands feel like ice because I don't want to expose my butt and princess parts to his unforgiving leather, but I force me self too.
I bend over and try my best to make my butt as lest tense as possible. Then the first stroke comes and brands me as a naughty girl. I kick my head back and think nothing in the world could hurt more until the second stroke. This one makes me cry and I cry and beg and plead until I am a well punished little girl. Miserable and sobbing.
