I came home and my Daddy knew I had been up to no good. He could probably smell the cum on me as soon as I walked past him in the living room. He grabbed my wrist and asked where I had been - “not like you even care,” I barked and wrenched my arm from his grasp. I heard the metal clink and I knew what was coming - I got wet thinking about the punishment he’d unleash. I love when my Daddy is mad and I can feel the wrath of spiteful contempt for the little slut that he made.