Her soft flesh stung like the Devil as welts began to form where his hard fingers had struck. She felt him caress her gently, kneading and massaging her yielding softness.

“There, there, my dear.” He said soothingly. “Daddy’s not so bad. Daddy’s going to make it better now.”

“You call this punishment.” She yelled suddenly. “You old coot, why I’ve had better spankings from my ninety year old school marm.”

“Is that so?” He laughed. “She must have had hands that could wrestle a prize bull by its horns then.”

“Yeah, they sure hurt more than your little princess' soft hands.” Delilah screamed.

“Ah, here, let me take my gloves...