A skirt, a blouse, tigh-high socks. Sexy, yet mock-innocent school girl. Of all the outfits she had worn, that was the one her Daddy had had the hardest time ignoring. So that was the right outfit. No panties, no bra. If everything went according to plan, she wouldn’t need that.
“Hi, Daddy, do you like what you see?”
A skirt, a blouse, tigh-high socks. Sexy, yet mock-innocent school girl. Of all the outfits she had worn, that was the one her Daddy had had the hardest time ignoring. So that was the right outfit. No panties, no bra. If everything went according to plan, she wouldn’t need that.
“Hi, Daddy, do you like what you see?”
Charles had done as he had promised. From that fateful day over three years ago, Kim had been her Daddy’s little submissive slut. He’d been a stern Daddy, never flinching at giving her the punishment she deserved when she had been naughty. And she was naughty a lot, the punishments only spurring her on to be even naughtier for her Daddy.
“Hi, Daddy, do you like what you see?”
It had started as a drunken challenge. Nate and his roommate Tom had found an old parchment, containing a spell that would supposedly change the sex of the one reading it out loud. Nate had challenged Tom to a round of Smash Brothers, with the loser having to read the spell and do the others bidding for the weekend.
It had started as a drunken challenge. Nate and his roommate Tom had found an old parchment, containing a spell that would supposedly change the sex of the one reading it out loud. Nate had challenged Tom to a round of Smash Brothers, with the loser having to read the spell and do the others bidding for the weekend.