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papa's meisje

... hand. "Only a****ls give into their sexual urges!" He shouted at her as she cried from the slap and cowered before him in fear, rubbing her little cheek to sooth the stinging. "Is that what you are? An a****l, a filthy, depraved, little bitch in heat?" "No daddy! I'm sorry, I won't ever do it again, I promise!" She pleaded with him. He grabbed her by the legs and dragged her down the bed, while she wriggled helplessly in protest. Although she just came, her sexual urges were by no means dead, and the adrenalin pumping through her body created by the struggle with her father was keeping her level of arousal at a peak. Finally Angelo wrestled her down into a helpless position on the bed with her wrists pinned above her head, knees bent over the edge of the bed, and her thighs spread wide before her father. The shivering of her body revealed her fear, as she felt completely exposed before her father's judgemental gaze. Such embarrassment she had never felt before. Her underdeveloped breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, and her pussy lips dilated simply from being exposed in such a lewd manner. For several moments that lasted like hours, the only thing that could be heard in the room was Daniella's heavy breathing. Content that Daniella was calm and would no longer struggle, at least for a while, Angelo proceeded with his inquisition. "To masturbate, like you were doing, is a very sick and depraved act. Only desperate and filthy girls do such things. Those girls are ...

... no better than a****ls." He told her, as if teaching her something new about life. "Yes daddy," were the only words to emerge from her lips. She lay as still as possible, not wanting to get him any angrier than he already was. "What you did was a very naughty deed," he went on. "It means you're almost just like one of those a****ls. Such deeds deserve punishment. Girls who act like a****ls, deserve to be treated like a****ls. Do you understand?" She nodded, but in truth, understood very little, except for the word punishment, which had obvious implications. "You have promised that you shall never do this again. Can I still hold you to that promise?" A delicate smile crept up along his face as he spoke those words. She nodded quickly and blurted out, "yes daddy! I'll be a good girl for you, I promise. I won't do anything like that again..." but as she spoke those words of reassurance, her daddy's hand slowly crept up along her inner thigh. At first, Daniella did not notice. However, once his palm came in contact with her slick, tender pussy lips, she paused in mid sentence and let out a short gasp. For a moment there she lay still, her father's hand rubbing her pussy, reawakening those titillating, sexy feelings in her little cunny. However, as her eyes met her father's gaze, the situation dawned on her and she began to struggle again. "Daddy! Wh...wha...what are you doing?" She asked in protest while desperately trying to wriggle beneath her father's pinning hand in an attempt ...