"Stay still," he commanded. "Don't run away from me or I'll give it to you worse." She sat still. Tears burned at her eyes as her father sat down besi...de her. He took her arm and pulled her across his lap.She was unprepared for what happened next.He took the end of her skirt and pulled it to her waist. She knew her buttocks would be completely revealed by the flimsy fabric of her panties."Oh no!" she said in shame."Don't worry," he said. "I'm your father." He started spanking her. At first the. This annoyed him. He had paid good money, not much of it admittedly, but good money for a bedroom courtesan and he had acquired a useless slave. Cursing under his breath he decided she was to be whipped.As Nahla lay shackled face down on the whipping bench he came over to her and lifted her head painfully by the hair and sneered, "Let's see if half a dozen stripes on that precious skin of yours will teach you your job, shall we?"Dropping her head back on the bench he said, "Six to start. I didn't prepare for that kind of reaction. Your grip around my waist is strong. I try to take the control back. I take your wrist and bend it back suddenly. Of course its your bad wrist. I grab your dick through your thin slacks and jerk my hand back and forth. You gasp loudly. Exactly the reaction i want. Your mine. I unzip your trousers and command you to take them and your boxers off. You comply oh so easily. I turn around to slip my skirt off and I'm pinned against the window. You bite my. I could tell she was saying something but at first I couldn't make out any actual words until after a long moan I distinctly heard, "FUCK!" I'd heard my mom swear before. She could have a mouth like a sailor when she wanted, especially if she'd hurt herself, stubbed a toe or something. But it had never been sexual before. "Fuck" had only meant pain or anger. Now it meant sex, it meant fuck. I couldn't help myself, I moaned, "Oh fuck yes" as I kept stroking. There was a half second of silence,.