The following evening, Daddy was even more deliberate than usual.

After dinner he took my hand and led me to the bedroom without a word. The quiet intensity in his touch made my stomach flutter with both nerves and excitement.

“On the bed, babygirl,” he said softly. “Same position as last night on your back, legs spread wide.”

I climbed onto the large bed and lay down, opening my thighs for him. My heart was already racing.

Daddy brought out the long black spreader bar again and fastened the leather cuffs around my ankles. He extended the bar until my legs were stretched wide apart, knees slightly bent, leaving me...