While investigating a case of arson at the home of a couple with an interest in spanking, Ellen Bookman interviews Dr. Robert Fox. To her surprise, something about interacting with Robert makes her feel like a bashful little girl. Almost before she knows it, Ellen finds herself over his knee for a long, thorough spanking on her bare bottom, and his complete command of her body awakens her to a passion more intense than anything she could have imagined.
Ellen and Robert quickly fall in love and it isn’t long before they are happily married, but when Ellen tries to rush back to work after suffering an injury in the line of duty, Robert is forced to make some drastic changes in their relationship. He will do whatever is necessary to ensure that she takes the time she needs to fully heal and recover, even if that means putting her in a diaper and treating her like a baby in order to help her settle down.
Ellen soon finds that Robert’s new role as her firm daddy doesn’t just mean that she’ll get bare-bottom spankings and other more embarrassing punishments when she is naughty. He’ll also be there to cuddle her, bath her, and take care of her every need. But can she truly find happiness as his little girl?
Author: Rose St. Andrews
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 33,600 words
Excerpt
Before she could reply, he did it again—a series of five rapid smacks tore into her poor battered behind. Ellen arched her back; her hands flying back to protect herself. Bob paused, unclipped her tube top, and used it to tie her hands together. She gasped and shivered. Not only was she topless, but she was now restrained. The torture resumed, and was now doubled. As the brush smacked into her defenseless ass, his left hand reached under to squeeze and tickle her breasts and nipples.
“Ohhh! No, Daddy, no, please, not that, not—ohhh!” she screamed.
Her legs kicked and pounded the couch. The brush increased its impacts in both intensity and frequency. Bolts of fire engulfed her ass, and after each swat, a flicker of flames thrust straight to her pussy. Her arms trembled, her muscles straining, but she found the effort pointless. She was unable to get free. Her skin felt alive with passion. Every touch of his hand to her supple breasts brought another moan of bliss between the howls of pain. As she begged for mercy, her body once more worked against her. Her pussy lips became engorged, her juices flowed freely, and her legs bent to bring her ass up as high as possible. Bob took the invitation. He brought the brush down harder and faster.
Ellen exploded. “Daddy-Daddy-Dadddyyyyy… aaaaaiiiiii!” she screamed, climaxing hard.
Bob tossed the brush aside and continued to spank her—steady, firm—his hand matching the wild gyrations of her hips. He carried her through her orgasm, her body shuddering with painful ecstasy over and over as the seconds ticked along.
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