

DDs (feet free)
A story of punishment and humiliation as two women administer discipline with painful accuracy and dominant control over their captive subject."And nineteen!" Katie's arm flies forward, the flip-flop slamming into your balls again. Pain rockets through your body like electric shocks. Her arm moves back and your balls throb with a dull, persistent ache, already tender from eighteen previous strikes. She says, "And . . . drumroll, please!"
Hailey claps her hands against the couch, creating a staccato rhythm reminiscent of a drumroll, the sound echoing in your ears.
Katie says, "Thank you!"
Hailey says, "Don't mention it!"
Katie says, "Twenty!" She launches her arm forward with practiced precision, her athletic ability translating into devastating accuracy. The flip-flop connects solidly with your balls and you feel a horrible, sickening pain, piercing through your nerves and muscles and nearly making you collapse to your knees.
Hailey says, "You did it, Daddy! Congrats on taking your punishment." She gently taps your swollen balls with her finger, making the soreness flare into new intensity. She says, "That should teach you for staring at Katie's dump-truck ass."
Katie says, "Let's hope so. Or at least, you should hope so, Daddy. Personally, this was really fun. And if you fuck up again, we'll do this to you while you're at work! Now." She unties the string around your balls and says, "Apologize to us again and kiss our feet."
