Page 491 of S is for SEX
Whack!
He slapped my face with his cock.
What the fuck?
Seriously?
Whack!
He slapped it again, hard.
Whack!
I raised my hands to my face.
“Put your hands down, god damn it, Kelli,” he barked.
I put my hands on my knees.
Whack!
He slapped the other side. My face stung from the impact. I closed my eyes.
Whack!
He stopped. I kept my eyes closed.
“You little slut. I wish you’d be a good little girl for me. I really do. Do not open your fucking mouth. Do not speak. Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked.
I opened my eyes and nodded my head.
“Are you?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I sure hope so,” he said, “I sure hope so.”
He shook his head slowly from side to side.
God this turns me on when he talks like this. I felt myself tingling. I was regaining energy. I just needed time.
“Stand up, baby girl,” he said.
Yaaaaay. I’m Baby girl again.
I jumped to my feet. My legs ached. Slowly, I straightened my knees.
“Give me a hug,” he said.
I hugged him tight.
I’m not going to talk until he says I can. I don’t know if this is over yet, and I want to make him so proud.
“Are you my baby girl?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Go in the kitchen and sit in the sink,” he said as he pointed to the kitchen.
