There’s a desperation in Steffany's voice as she’s bent over the knee, panties down, whispering, “Please, Step-daddy. I’ll be a good girl.” But it’s too late for promises. The tickling starts, and she’s laughing uncontrollably, trying to hold on to whatever dignity she’s got left. The more she begs, the more she laughs, and the cycle just keeps going. Now, she’s just another plaything, lost in a world of laughter and discipline, with no way out but through.

There’s a desperation in Steffany's voice as she’s bent over the knee, panties down, whispering, “Please, Step-daddy. I’ll be a good girl.” But it’s too late for promises. The tickling starts, and she’s laughing uncontrollably, trying to hold on to whatever dignity she’s got left. The more she begs, the more she laughs, and the cycle just keeps going. Now, she’s just another plaything, lost in a world of laughter and discipline, with no way out but through.