Daddy's present

Mr. Lodge couldn’t believe his eyes. There before him, naked, was the luscious body of Betty Cooper. He turned to his daughter.

“Ronnie, what is this?”

Veronica smiled warmly, “Daddy, she’s my present to you. No one knows she’s here.” Veronica walked calmly across the dungeon room. She stroked Betty’s soft, white flesh. “I checked; she’s still a virgin, Daddy!”

Betty squirmed against the bonds. The gag prevented her from screaming.

Mr. Lodge picked up a leather riding crop and approached his new present. He brought the crop down sharply. He struck Betty squarely on one naked nipple. Betty screamed in pain, the sound muffled by the thick gag.

“Betty, my dear,” Mr. Lodge looked serious, “you have two choices. You can either cooperate, do as you’re told, surrender you body to me, and enjoy this experience… or you can resist, experience pain, and still suffer the same fate. The choice is yours. I’ll give you a few minutes to reflect on your sore nipple, imagine what 100 strokes will feel like, and then I’ll return for you answer.” Mr. Lodge stepped away but then turned back, “Remember, you’ll only have one opportunity to freely choose.”

Mr. Lodge walked across the room and took Veronica by the hand. “Ronnie, my dear, I want to show you my appreciation for this gift.”

Veronica sensed what her father had in mind. “Right here, Daddy! Show Betty what’s in store for her!”