Missy: Day Three – Evening
Day Three: Evening “Bend over the kitchen table.” My Daddy’s order echoed in my head. Repeating over and over as I nervously walked over to the waist high table. I looked at him and he nodded, his face still a filled with annoyance. I took a deep breath and bent my body so that my torso rested on the cold, firm surface. Once I was settled on it, the table taking most of my weight, Daddy spoke. “Where’s your mother?” he asked. My face turned to the side, resting against the wood I replied, “With Peter Daddy, did I do something wrong?” “That depends,” he said, walking behind me. He must be staring at my ass and pussy. I was very aware of the cool air touching my bare skin. I was on display for …