Daddy comes up behind me, pressing his body into mine. His head rests on my shoulder, and his hands land on my hips, touching both my thighs and my panties. His touch provokes an instantaneous shudder that vibrates up my spine.

I almost giggle, the sensation obnoxiously ticklish. “Daddy, what are you doing?”

“I think right here's a good place to punish you. It'll make it so you can't move around on me too much.”

“Punish me how?”

“I'm going to punish you how little brats deserve to be punished.”

“I'm not a bra—“

Daddy's hand squeezes my ass, crushing my complaint in his grip. The same shudder hits me...