I stopped after about a minute, after giving her fifty or sixty strokes. I was impressed with how she took her lashing, and I was also impressed at ho...w hard my fucking cock was.“Ash, look at me… come on now, look at me.”Still grimacing from the pain, she slowly opened her eyes once she realized I had stopped. Her eyes glassy, they were on the verge of dribbling tears. She sniffed and cleared her throat.“Daddy?” she asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Did I… am I doing okay?”I was so proud. “Girl, stay as you are, but make sure you listen. You will not get dressed today, you will stay nude until I decide that you have earned the privilege to wear clothes. And yes you did hear me correct, a privilege! Everything from now on is a privilege that I can reward or take away and that includes clothes, food and bathroom. Do I make myself clear and understood girl?” Louise didn’t know what to say, could she really live like this? Was this as bad as it would get or could it possibly get. Sarah threw a spare blanket over the poor girl, an' we said that we would do our damnedest ta protect her from whatever tried ta hurt her.Wildflower (that's what her Muscogee name translated ta in English) wuz bein' chased by some Muscogee men what wanted ta return the tribe ta its purity an' traditions afore the White Man showed up. Part of what they wuz doin' wuz killin' any Muscogee people of mixed blood, an' Wildflower fit that description. Her pa wuz White, but her ma wuz Muscogee. Her. It might have been walking a mile to school and two animals in the field were going at it or at school, in the yard, during class, we would look out and there were two dogs enjoying themselves. It sure broke the monotony of reading old dry stories or multiplication to look outside and see some animal’s big cock thrusting, rutting, into a bitch!We country girls were more grown up sooner than our city counterparts but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a group and do.