She probably gets the belt more than anything, and rarely has to be told twice to bend over. She is all too happy to assume the position for her favorite disciplinary instrument, thick black leather sliding out of step-daddy’s belt loops. The jingle of the buckle as it slides from his waist makes her shiver and melt. She obediently does as she’s told, eager to feel the warmth of the heavy strokes on her throbbing bottom. Sometimes she plays coy, giggling and trying to escape, to disguise the fact that she loves it. When she really acts up, Step-Daddy beats her thighs with the belt. She does... Show more