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CHLOE
Now look what I had gotten myself into. I was face planted on the mattress, half n***d.
No surprise, the twenty hard wooden spoon s****s made me cry. The coverlet underneath me was soaked with my tears and mascara.
I felt peace.
I was going to need more undies to explore the whole Daddy Dom thing. The thought of punishments soaked my panties all the way through. I would have to carry an extra pair with me on our dates.
After the punishment, the only thought I could manage was, “f**k me.” Not very virginal of me at all.
As per usual, Jax, I mean Daddy, massaged my a*s. As if that would make the sting go away. Ha! The wooden spoon was a present which packed a wallop.
The first time it came down on my butt cheeks, I screamed like a cat in heat. And then he had me chanting rid
