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Magda spent the night out drinking and got roofied. She wakes up on the floor of her own kitchen with no memory of how she got there, but evidence in her sore pussy that she was used by several men. Daddy is tired of her whorish ways, and he's going to pound a lesson into her that she won't soon forget. With his belt, a wine bottle, and his cock, he's going to punish her and force her to change her ways...by becoming Daddy's personal slut and broodmare. It's the only way to keep her in line.
"Wake up, you useless whore."
My head was fuzzy, but I was aware enough to rouse from a pain in my thigh. It followed again, and I realized he had kicked me to wake me up. I blinked my eyes as I looked around, shocked to find I was home in my own kitchen. The last thing I remembered was being at a party, so I must have stumbled home in the early hours. I looked down with surprised confusion to find a wine bottle in my hand before looking up at Daddy again through bleary eyes. "What's going on?"
He stared down at me, and I realized abruptly that the only thing I wore was a torn T-shirt. I had no idea when had happened to my short-shorts, and I hadn't bothered with panties last night. My pussy felt swollen and tender, and when I shifted slightly, I could feel cum dribbling out. Whose cum, I couldn't say. The night was a gigantic blur, and I wasn't sure I'd really drank that much. Had someone slipped me a roofie?
READ MORE"What's going on is you're a huge whore, Magda. Here you are in the kitchen, practically naked, with someone's cum on your pussy. You're a bad girl and a slut."
"You're staring at your little girl's pussy?" I smirked up at Daddy, not sure why I felt the need to provoke him, but enjoying it just the same. Either I was still hung over, or there was something else seriously wrong with me, because instead of sitting up and trying to cover myself the best I could, I let my legs splay even wider. "I'm not a slut, Daddy. I'm a bitch."
He glared down at me. "You look like a slut to me."
I shook my head at him. "No. A slut will have sex with anyone, but a bitch will have sex with anyone except you."
His right hand moved quickly, so quickly I didn't expect it, and he slammed his palm against my cheek, knocking my head against the wall. I saw stars and felt vaguely nauseated, so it took me a moment to realize that he was pulling me away from the wall and shoving me facedown onto the kitchen floor.
I whimpered when his large hand cracked across my taut buttocks, and he spanked me several times. I was also wetter than ever, and I couldn't help squirming against the floor as I searched for stimulation for my clit. I really was a slut to be turned on by Daddy spanking me.
"So you have sex with anyone, you dirty slut? Who did you let in your pussy last night?"
I turned my head slightly, pressing my cheek against the sticky tile as I idly wondered when the last time was someone had cleaned the kitchen floor. Probably not since Momma ran off with that trucker six months ago. "I don't know, Daddy. There were a lot of guys there, and I don't remember much of what happened. I suspect someone put something in my drink."
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