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Dakota Marr
Dakota Marr
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Tears Teach Lessons part 1

11/4/19 5:52 AM28 min2862 MBmp41080p
Price$12.99 USD
CategorySpanking

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Step-Daddy is away on business until the end of the school year, so I'm staying with my Uncle Rick. Uncle Rick is pretty strict, and step-daddy gave him permission to punish me in any way he sees fit, so I usually try to be on my best behavior.

The other night, though, I was staying at my friend's house. We snuck out and ended up getting caught by her step-dad. I really didn't want Uncle Rick to find out, or have anyone tell my own step-daddy, so I tried my best to get out of trouble. I offered my friend's step-dad a blowjob. I asked him if I could please just give him a blowjob instead of him telling Uncle Rick on me.

He said no. And he told on me.

Uncle Rick was furious. Probably the most angry I've ever seen him. He made me tell him exactly what I had said to my friend's step-dad. It was humiliating. I hated saying those things to my uncle. Even though it seemed like a good idea to try to weasle out of trouble, I just felt so dirty having to repeat the same line to my uncle.

But as embarrassing as I was feeling, it only got worse when Uncle Rick started to spank me.

He started with his hand, but I knew it was about to get worse when he pulled up my dress...and then pulled down my panties. I couldn't help but cry from pain and humiliation.

As bad as I thought his hand was, though, was nothing compared to what else Uncle Rick had for me.

All throughout, Uncle Rick told me how dirty I had been, and he only does this because he cares about me. He used different belts and straps as he drove his point home. At last, Uncle Rick said I only have six strikes left with the strap, but I had to count them each followed with, "I will not talk dirty to my friends dads".

It wasn't over yet, though. As I lied on the bed crying after counting his strapping, Uncle Rick started to lay out paddles.

I wasn't even sure how many different paddles he used on me. My butt was on fire, and I thought maybe swelling. It wasn't until later that I noticed it had deffinitely swollen and bruised intensely.

And that was only the start of my year with Uncle Rick.

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