You've already broken the rules once, so why not press your luck and touch her again?

You try to nonchalantly look around the room. Can your blackmailer really have cameras set up everywhere? Even if they are everywhere you decide you’ve suffered long enough and your lust is too great at the moment. In your cloud of desire you think there can’t possibly be a punishment greater than denying you this opportunity to touch your daughter’s cunt. For good measure you give her one more smack on her right butt cheek. –SMACK- “EIGHTEEN! Thank you, Daddy!”
The next one comes down in that sweet spot again. As it lands she squeals out “NINETEEN!” and as your middle finger slides along her slit again she yells “THANK YOU, DADDY!”

You repeat, but this time your middle and index fingers push apart the folds of her slit, “TWENTY! THANK YOU, DADDY!” As you pull back you see your fingers are shiny with her young juices.

Again, “TWENTYONE! THANK YOU, DADDY!” and this time you hesitate as your fingers slide along her slit. You hold your hand there for more daring seconds than you probably should. Your palm flat between her thighs and your two fingers held between her labia. She breathes heavily and as you slowly pull your hand back, the fingers now sliding down her slit, and you swear she pushes back just a little bit, like she doesn’t want the fingers to leave.

You smack her in the same spot again and this time as soon as your palm makes contact she pushes against it, so as your fingers are about to slide along her slit they instead slip into her pussy. She lets out a quiet gasp and says in a whisper “twentytwo…thank…you…daddy…”

Feeling a moment of panic you pull your fingers out and stand there staring down at your daughter’s pink ass, her spread legs, and her exposed, wet cunt. She looks over her shoulder at you. Mascara is running down her face in rivulets and her face his as red as her ass. Practically panting she says “Please, Daddy, only eight more. I can take it.” Her trembling lips turn up into a sweet smile.

Her smile slightly reassuring you repeat your action seven more times. Each time spanking her and let your fingers push inside and each time Ashley slightly thrusting back to meet your fingers, counting the number, moaning, and thanking you. After the 29th spank Ashley, sounding like she’s out of breath, says “I’ve learned my lesson, Daddy, I can barely handle this last one, but I know I deserve it. Please make it hard.”

Your head is full of endorphins. How do you make this last spank count?

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