Kristina stood there, sniffling and sobbing quietly. Paul shook his head, then shrugged a little. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, bringing her face up to his.

"Is that what you need? You're just a filthy little whore that needs to be punished?" Paul asked, pulling her shirt down and exposing her tits, slapping one of them gently.

"Yes! Daddy! Yes! Harder!" She squealed, and he slapped her other tit, this time pretty roughly.

"Like that? Does daddy need to abuse you every day?" He asked, and she nodded. Paul slapped her face and her jaw dropped, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Yes, daddy, please, just like that," she...