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.

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