Judge, I need counseling. My toilet fetish drove me mad. May God have mercy on my sewer soul.’ ‘… DAD!’ Chris’s splash finally rained throug...h his clouded thoughts. ‘Yeah, Chris, what’s up?’ ‘You know those dinosaurs that use their heads to ram into other dinosaurs?’ Dads know everything when you’re seven, and Sam cherished this brief time of infallibility. ‘Well, I don’t know them personally but I’ve heard of ’em.’ ‘What are they called?’ ‘Bumpasauruses.’ ‘No they’re not.’. She was nervous, afraid that a maid or a random stranger would come in and see her. She did not know how long she would wait. Each passing footstep raised her anxiety. Her pussy was wet as she anticipated what was to come.Jen did not hear the door open, but she heard it close and lock. She waited for a word, a touch. It seemed like she waited for hours, not knowing who had entered, running a thousand scenarios in her head. She felt a gentle touch on her hair, then a strong hand grabbed her. "Hhmm.... I think I'll skip one of these items in favour of strapping the soles of your feet instead. That ought to encourage you to hurry home," Daddy decided as he bent my leg up and began the 15 lashes with the belt to my feet.Daddy had never done this to me before and it hurt badly! 'This is worse than a spanking!' I thought to myself as I began to whimper and tears slipped down my cheeks."Now, about this wetting accident you had while playing at home... You're 24 years old, Krissy. Do you. Gulping. This was the first time I had asked for it. Everything went still and quiet. I knew what I had to do. What I needed to do. What she required. "Yes... please"She was already wearing her strap on. There was that delicious moment as I felt my dress getting pulled up over my arse. I was whimpering with desire. She whispered some more. "Do this right and you get to cum".I begged her. "Please please, please fuck me. I want your cock so bad. let me have it, I'll do anything for it"My panties.