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Title: Daddy Issues
Lindsey’s daddy had always been slow with the whip. *crack* He took his time, waited till his patience was truly gone before he ever pulled it out. *crack* Made a show of how hard it was for him to be forced into the role of disciplinarian. *crack* Sighed each time he drew the belt back, gave this little whimpering sound as leather struck reddened flesh like it hurt him more than his mouth knew how to say. *crack* Lindsey always smiled when Angel made whimpers and sighs that came from a very different place each time the strap connected. *crack* |