THE OTHER DAUGHTER
It was like a moment frozen in time: my white hand tightly gripping my belt buckle as the other and came down on her perfect, quivering brown ass. It struck with a hard, sharp smack, and she cried out in pain, her knees sliding apart slightly. She was kneeling on her bed, her face buried in her pillow, her firm, round pointed butt up in the air. She wore only a green tank top which had become bunched up near the top of her ribcage. I delighted in being able to see the bottoms of her deep...