It certainly does.

Alexis blinks mindlessly and turns her head towards Travis, and tilts her head a bit confused. “Watcha doin here Daddy?” she squeaks.

Travis composes himself and chuckles “I was just making sure you we’re okay kitten, you looked a little pale.”

Alexis giggles, and shakes her head “I’m not sick aha… I feel more… better for some reason though” she says looking super puzzled.

“Well now that you feel better baby… I wanted talk to you about your little outfit… it is some kind of new fashion?” he tugs at it to directs her attention to it.

Alexis giggles and shakes her head “I was kinda being a dumb dumb and trying to get Daddy mad… I’m sorry Daddy, I’ll dress better next time <3! she squeaks.

“No next time kitten… might as well get started now.” Travis grips her by her hoodie and casually yanks her out of the chair, tossing her off the chair with a bit of ****. She gasps and stumbles into Travis's heavy office table, leaning on it.

She mumbles out nervously, looking a surprised “W… what was that for Daddy?”

“Mhmmm you were in my seat babygirl.” Travis says casually, as he finds himself taking her seat for himself. “Be a doll and wiggle out of those sweats for me… make me enjoy it.” he says grinning, leaning back in his makeshift throne.

Alexis blushes never really undressing for anyone like this, a bit nervous as she’s put on the spot. She tries her best, based on shows she’s watched at home. Thumbs the waist band of her as she sways her hips side to side, leaning forward on her toes a bit, flashing her round but perky apple bottom to Travis.

Travis leans forward and gives that ass a hard smack, before nodding to himself proudly.

“Ouch! D… daddy that hurtsies…” she whimpers, squirming with her sweats bunched up around her ankles, slowly losing her grasp of the English language.

“Oh it hurt baby? That's too bad... a bitch needs to get smacked around once in a while.” Travis growls playfully before continuing “How bout you pull that top off for me and we’ll figure out a way to keep it from hurtsiesing again.” he replies, mocking the way she talks.

The mocking tone goes over Alexis’s head, as she giggles and nods naively, pulling her top off her petite figure and twirling around so she’d face Travis, looking a little meek as she steps out of her bunched sweats towards him. Her chest was probably a good A, maybe a B, perfect for a perky teen like her.

Travis smirks softly eyeing the little minx as she steps out towards him, completely stripped, her bare feet patting the hardwood floor. Travis leans forward and lifts the cutie into his lap, bouncing her playfully as she giggles. “Now where has this cutie been my whole life…” he jokes, still feigning to be her father.

“Hehe Daddy I'm right here! Uhm... so how do you make the hurties stop?” she cooes peaking up at Travis with her big dumb doe eyes, bouncing like a dumb little bunny in Travis’s lap.

“Well first kitten… I’m gonna need You to turn around for me doll.” he , still enjoying the perky teens body, he then easily lifts her and plops her back down, her bouncing bottom facing him. He leans over to a cabinet drawer to the side, opening it to pull out a pair of latex gloves. He then pulls out a slightly pink and translucent strip and peels the clear film off of it. He bounces the patient bunny in his lap while he gets it ready.

“Daddy… am I doing good?” the bunny squeaks, a bit nervous, not knowing what to expect.

“Mhmm fucking fantastic kitten… just keep your eyes facing the wall while Daddy finishes” Travis lets out casually, as he pulls the dolls hair aside revealing the back of her neck and applies the plastic strip, adding some pressure. The strip slowly but surely gets absorbed into her skin.

“A.. ah… that stings Daddy…” Alexis squeaks out, squirming a bit.

“I bet it does kitten… just hold on for a few seconds, it’ll all go away…” he says leaning forward, and firmly pulling her gaze to the side with another pinch under her chin, hearing her let out a cute little gasp as he does. “I planted a pain chip baby… so any thing that inflicts pain, the chip flips the signal and amplifies it a tad, making it feel much better.” Travis explains, half way realizing it’ll go over the new bimbette’s head.

As expected Alexis tilts her head with a confused look “I don’t really get it?” she squeaks.