Daddy's Property

When I first purchased Bryson Manor, I didn't expect to find it occupied by nineteen-year-old orphan Cami Davis. I could tell you I invited her to stay and live with me out of the kindness of my heart, but that would be a lie.

The truth was that I wanted her.

When she pushed me far enough, I took her over my knee so that I could give her the spanking she so desperately needed, but I saw the wet spot on her panties when I pulled them down.

She wanted me too.

She'd beg me to take her, and I would, hard and rough with the marks of my belt fresh on her backside as she screamed through every helpless climax I wrenched from her beautiful body.

I'd make her call me Daddy first.