"--to be alarmed. But you are not to stop me--
Whack!
"--unless she says yellow or red."
Whack Whack!
"How many is that, sweetheart?"
I could see Allison had a death grip on stacy's hands and her breathing was a bit ragged.
"That's… four," she grimaced. "And... Thank you, Sir."
I rubbed her cheeks, they were warm to the touch, but in the candle light I couldn't see any color change.
Allison appeared a bit too comfortable. It was time to up the ante. I unfolded the belt once, doubling its length, but still folded.
I wound up further this time, and as I uncoiled, you could hear the belt swishing through the air.
Crack!
"Aaaauuughh!" screamed Allison, trying to pull away from Stacy's grip.
I rubbed her now very hot ass cheek, and waited… and waited… and was just about to get angry when I heard it.
"Tha-... thank you… Daddy… fuckkk…" I could barely hear Allisons voice, but it was enough for me.