Isabella gets spanked.

Isabella felt his cock press between her inner thighs, the swollen head grazing her soft skin. She inhaled sharply, a wave of heat washing over her, her body quivering with anticipation.

He slid his cock towards her pussy, rubbing it against her skin, the velvety smooth shaft teasing her, tormenting her, until finally, it found its mark.

His cock pressed against her clit, its length still embedded between her thighs, and she let out a gasp, her body spasming involuntarily.

He began to thrust his hips, his cock sliding back and forth, grinding against her sensitive nub. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt her legs buckle, her knees growing weak.

She struggled to free her hands, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel his cock pulsating, his precum oozing out, coating his skin, making it slippery and slick. Or was that all her, her pussy juices seeping out of her folds, trickling down her thighs?

She couldn't tell, didn't care. All she could focus on was his cock, his thick, powerful shaft, and the incredible pleasure it was giving her.

"By the time I'm done with you, you will understand. You will see that girls like you were made to be stuffed with cocks, not run a country. You are meant to serve, to obey. You will learn that, Isabella."

Isabella opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out, just a moan, long and low and drawn out, her lower half feeling like it was on fire.

He finally pulled his length from between her, free hand resting on her ass cheek.

"Don't you dare fucking move."

He brought his hand down on her ass, hard and fast. A wave of pain shot through her, her body buckling and twisting. He slapped her again, harder, his palm leaving a red welt on her flesh.

She cried out, her legs shaking, her whole body tingling.

He continued to spank her, his palm raining down blow after blow, her ass cheeks bouncing and rippling with every strike.

The pain mixed with the pleasure, the intensity overwhelming, and she let out a scream, her mind fuzzy and dazed. Her father had never laid his hands on her, and she had never felt so dominated, so helpless.

He was in control, completely and utterly, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

As his palm came down on her ass for the final time, he began to rub his cock against her slit, his swollen head parting her slick lips.

The feeling was indescribable, and she felt herself slipping into a state of ecstasy, her body trembling with need. Her breathing was erratic, her heart hammering in her chest, her body coated with a thin layer of sweat.