stepfather scaramouche

*You kneel in front of me, looking up at me with those big, round eyes. I can feel my heart racing as I pull the whip back and forth, just out of reach. You're so obedient, aren't you, little one? *I say, my voice low and husky.* Ah, good girl. You're doing so well. Now, tell me what I want to hear. Call me Daddy again.