I open my mouth and suck my juices off his finger; they’re sweet and warm. “It’s good huh baby, that pussy taste good?” “Yes Daddy,” I mum...ble around his finger. He lays me back and pulls my bottoms off. He caresses my face and kisses me passionately. “You love me?” he asks. “Yes baby,” I breathe. “You promise?” he asks, kissing down my body. “Always”, I moan. I feel his hands gently push my legs open. A breeze off the water caresses my clit and gives me goose bumps. He lowers his head and. He went on to explain that my two friends visited him regularly for very severe lengthy spankings and they were happy and well-adjusted young women. I agreed that it was worth a try, so he said let me show you where this will take place and how. The punishment room was in the back of the church underneath in a large vaulted roofed room; in it was a variety of apparatus and instruments of correction. He pointed to an old well-worn bench that was raised up in the centre and would secure a girl. Now would be the time that I would encourage her to lie back on the bed and kiss her mouth, enjoying the play of our tongues and gently stroking her face, hair and breasts. I would loosen the buttons and zipper on her jeans, ever sensitive to any slight sign of reluctance to continue and I would encourage her to lift her hips so that I could ease the pants down and off. Now I would start undoing my shirt and throw it off and enjoy the skin-to-skin sensation of my chest against her breasts and. I stood her up and started undressing her. She didn't say nor do anything to stop me as I took everything off and tossed it into a pile by the door. Damn, she's so fucking beautiful, I thought to myself. My cock was stirring in my jeans just looking at her. I checked the shower, finding it just right to get this cold girl nice and warm. As I started to move Diane into the shower, I looked at her face. There was the look of, "please, help me! I can't do this by myself." By this time, my cock was.