Daddy's Girl
Samantha bent over her school desk, as she had many time before and no doubt would do many times again. She wore the school uniform her man had bought for her several years ago, before they were married. She had known before then what he wanted, and she was very happy to give it to him.
Of course when she was being strapped or caned or paddled she was made to hop about, he left stripes, whelts and blisters on her bottom when he dealt with her, and he had no taste for mild measures when it came to Samantha in the role of his naughty little girl.
But he loved her as she loved him, both of them knew that, and Samantha quite liked the idea that none of her friends or workmates knew how difficult it was for her to sit still the day after a trip over her desk.
Samantha bent over her school desk, as she had many time before and no doubt would do many times again. She wore the school uniform her man had bought for her several years ago, before they were married. She had known before then what he wanted, and she was very happy to give it to him.
Of course when she was being strapped or caned or paddled she was made to hop about, he left stripes, whelts and blisters on her bottom when he dealt with her, and he had no taste for mild measures when it came to Samantha in the role of his naughty little girl.
But he loved her as she loved him, both of them knew that, and Samantha quite liked the idea that none of her friends or workmates knew how difficult it was for her to sit still the day after a trip over her desk.