Maybe I secretly craved some punishment. The last punishment, hand spanking had nearly brought me to tears and the caning and paddling that followed i...t had left me openly blubbering and begging Daddy to believe me when I burbled, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll do good. I'm sorry!" He had finished the paddling and had taken me into his arms and rocked me until my tears slowed. He then had led me to the couch and had spread my legs wide so he could eat my. ‘I don’t know. All right, I guess?’ ‘You going to let me read it?’ I finally replied, ‘Maybe.’ Not likely. Certainly, in the past, I had let Chris proofread everything that I had written. It had started out with a story about my ‘best friend’. Since, by that point, I had alienated almost all of my former ‘best friends’ from high school, Chris was about the best and closest friend that I had. Naturally, I wrote the essay about him. It embellished his good qualities a little too much and I. I put more pressure on her pussy, started to suck her real hard, lick all over the flesh and use my thumb on her clit, and encouraged her to cum. She caught hold of my head and pushed into her pussy and gave a huge cry saying ” i ammm cuummmmmingn.,… uuuuuuhhhhhhh”.. I was right on the lips, when she squatted her first real cunnilingus juices. I lapped up her juices and poked my tongue deep inside her pussy and flicked her clit as well as she was cumming. She finished one orgasm and immediately. ‘Ooommpphh,’ she muttered against her barrier, and when strong hands grasped her shoulders to hold her steady, she realized she had hit no wall. She looked straight up into the face of Jeffery Daniels. ‘Hey Erin,’ the smooth voice purred down at her. The beautiful face behind the syrupy voice, a combination one brash junior girl said could melt the panties right off even the coldest prude, continued to unabashedly grin warmly and suggestively down at Erin. He began to rub his strong hands up.