“Bad girls only get fucked with a very sore bottom, honey,” he had said.
And Lucy’s scolding inner voice had finished… a spanking.
Never before had the rebellious voice of her reason, the part of her telling her that she couldn’t enjoy Oak Street, that she couldn’t give in to her desires because they were simply wrong, suggested that the proper remedy might be the same old-fashioned solution her Oak Street daddy had announced Lucy would undergo in her new life. Over his knee, the pink paddle coming down again and again to teach Lucy a lesson for her childish, disobedient behavior.
All of Lucy had seemed to melt, at that moment, and then it had gotten much worse because all three of her daddies started to take the terrible straitjacket off her. The resistant voice inside Lucy had gone silent, as if endorsing the idea that Lucy needed a spanking for all the naughtiness of the previous day, and she needed to go over the knee of one of these daddies to learn just how bad a girl she had been.
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