OH,DADDY DEAREST (4)

“Oh, you’re trussing me up like a turkey, Daddy.” Delilah moaned. “Are you going to spank me silly?”

“That and more, my little city-bred wife.” He growled as he secured her ankles to the back legs of the chair.

With a deft pull he unfastened her corset and yanked it off her. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and stood bent over the chair, her hands and legs fastened and her welt ridden rump sticking up at him.

He smiled at the sight of her. A terrible urge to take her right then came over him but he suppressed it, not sure if he should let this kind of sadistic sex become a thing he desired.

Delilah tried to look at him, but she couldn’t turn her head around enough. She could hear him shuffling around and felt a chill run down her spine as she heard him crack the switch a few times in the air.

His heart began to race; he was going to use that stinging whip on her sore bottom. A pang of regret momentarily crossed her mind, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to provoke a man she barely