“We’re doing twenty, and you will count each one. Is that clear?” “Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs. “Nice and loud,” I say, just before raising my right hand and letting it land with a smack against her ass. She lets out a squeak, but mostly bites back any other response. “One,” she announces. Without giving her a break, I do it again. And again. And again. Each time hearing her count through gritted teeth and a low whine.
