

They walked in to find me standing with my belt already free and a smile on my face that said someone was in trouble. With a quiver of the lip and shift of the feet, they dropped their coat on the chair, slid out of their clothes, knelt on the couch, and closed their eyes.
"Please, Daddy," they whispered, their ass quivering as I approached.
"Please what?"
The silence was deafening and I was hard before I so much as lifted a finger.
"Please hurt me..."