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Her Shameful Confession by Emily Tilton

Lindsay was warned what would happen if she touched the special place that belongs to daddy, but she was naughty. Now she will feel the sting of his belt on her bare bottom for the first time.

Rick has been taking Lindsay over his knee since their romance began, but today his little girl will be getting more than just a spanking, and her cute bottom will soon be sore inside and out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Publisher’s Note: Her Shameful Confession includes spankings, sexual scenes, and elements of age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of Her Shameful Confession was previously published under the title Lindsay’s Secret as part of a multi-author collection entitled Dirty Daddies Anniversary Anthology.

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Author: Emily Tilton

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Length: 20,400 words

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Rick put his left hand on her back again, firmly. Lindsay cried out as she understood what would happen now, and she tried to get her hands out from under her to throw them back behind her, but her daddy didn’t hesitate at all. He raised the belt and brought it down, and he did it over and over, the way a man gives his little girl a real belt whipping, a real old-fashioned hiding, when she’s been very naughty and needs it for her own good.

Lindsay screamed and struggled over the pillow. Her hands did fly back, but Rick imprisoned her wrists atop her back and held her firmly in place on the bed, barely pausing in the rhythm of the strict whipping he had determined his little girl should have.

“Daddy, please… please… please, stop, Daddy… it hurts so much,” Lindsay sobbed as the belt came down again and again on her young bottom. Rick kept her in place despite her writhing, and went on whipping her. He moved the lashes of the belt from cheek to cheek, then up and down her thighs, making sure to turn the whole area from waist to knees a bright, glowing pink.

“Does Daddy get to see your pussy, Lindsay?” he asked, still bringing the belt down hard and rapidly. “Who does Daddy’s little girl’s pussy belong to? This doesn’t feel as nice as what you were doing in Daddy’s car in the parking lot, does it?”

“It’s yours, Daddy,” Lindsay wailed. “It’s yours! Please, stop! I’ll show you!”

She spread her knees then, as far as she could with the stretchy fabric of her panties around them. Rick’s cock grew as hard as an iron bar at the lewd, lovely sight: his little girl’s private pout, bare for his pleasure, presented over the pillow for his inspection.

He took the belt from his right hand and coiled it back up again. He laid it on Lindsay’s back, and she gave a tiny cry as she realized what he had put there: a promise that her whipping was done for now, but also that her daddy wouldn’t hesitate to tan her hide again if he must.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged. Part of Rick wanted to make her tell him exactly what that please meant, but he decided to leave it a mystery. He put his left hand gently on her tailbone, and Lindsay whimpered. He bent down, bringing his face close to the shadowy valley of her bottom, close to the warm, humid pussy that had gotten her into so much trouble.

“Daddy’s pussy is so pretty, pumpkin,” he said softly. “So pretty, and Daddy knows how tight it’s going to be for him, too, when he has big girl time with you in a little while.”

To his delight, his words made the pink little lips that peeped out between the creamy ones move. Lindsay let out a low moan.

Rick started to rub her warm, red bottom, then, with his left hand. Gently, he rubbed the right cheek, and then a little more firmly. His little girl’s moan became a sob. Gently, he rubbed the left cheek, and then he tugged it so that he could get a good look at her adorable bottom-hole.

Lindsay’s hips bucked, and her punished bottom moved up and down. Her pussy clenched again.

He took a deep breath through his nostrils, relishing the wonderful rich scent of her feminine need. The sound brought a whimper from Lindsay.

“I can smell how much you need your daddy, pumpkin, even after he whipped you.”

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