Bare bottom spankings remind me of when I was a little girl

Bare bottom spankingsBare bottom spankings bring me back to the good old days when I was still playing with dolls. I remember the first time a man’s hand connected with my bare bottom. The searing sting of his palm against my tender flesh ignited a deep fear and something else, something sexual. See, this man was my new step-daddy, and when he did that, I think we both couldn’t get enough.

After that first time, it was every day I was such a bad girl, never doing precisely what I was told. I am so glad he cared enough about me to take the time to give me a proper punishment. My body craved more. Each spanking from my stepdaddy fueled the ache, the need for something deeper, something more. I grew into a Submissive slut, for service, for the brutal hand of a Dominant who could unleash the slave within. I stripped away the trappings of the vanilla world, shedding the skin of respectability until only the obedient slave remained.

I am always looking for a Daddy to put me in my place and beat my ass black and blue. The evil sadists are the men who could break me. They tightened the chains, digging into my skin, and I reveled in the exquisite agony. The crack of the whip, the singe of a cigarette against my quivering flesh, the cold steel of a knife tracing my tits. God, yes! I cum so hard when I am humiliated by a gang of hard dicked men beating me into submission. I want my ass raw and bleeding after Hardcore bondage.

 

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