1. Bad Baby Girl by loyalsock


    Date: 12/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    When I walked into the room I was struck by a sight that made me livid immediately. My pastels crushed and ground to dust, pieces of hand-made watercolor paper with big smiley face drawings on them, colorful scrawling rainbows drawn on the wall and her, standing there with smears of pigments coloring her white cotton blouse, red checkered pants, and skin. Her face had a big blue smear across one cheek and little black smudges from rubbing her nose. I took a deep breath to control my anger and asked her, &#034Did you do this?&#034 She shook her head no, her pigtails bouncing back and forth. &#034Nuh uh.&#034 &#034No?&#034 I asked, trying to control my tone of voice and temper. &#034You didn't do this?&#034 She paused and looked around as though she was just noticing the mess for the first time. &#034Nuh uh.&#034 She shook her head again and tried to look innocent. &#034Then who did?&#034 I demanded. My temper was running short now. She looked around again as though a good answer could be found in the mess. &#034I dunno. Musta been someone in here.&#034 &#034Someone? ...Musta...you are saying...you...heh heh. ...OK... You are trying to tell me... You...oh no...you aren't doing that.&#034 OK, I know it came out disjointed and made no sense to anyone but me but it was truly the best I could do at that moment. &#034Maybe it was a burglar.&#034 Her eyes suddenly wide with excitement that I might believe her. &#034Burg...burg...bu... Get your ass to the time out chair now!&#034 I ...
    had lost all composure by this point. She sorta picked up on this little nuance of my mood and actually ran out of the room, big tits bouncing, hair bouncing, skirt fluttering up to reveal her pink panties. If she was not so incredibly sexy, being mad would be so much easier. She was obviously nervous sitting there as I came out of my studio. I was not pleased in any way or stretch of the imagination. I was breathing in measured deep cleansing breaths but they just made me more clear as to what I must do. The first was to get the truth. Chuckling to myself, an idea struck me that I just could not resist. I strode from the room and into the kitchen. I could see her trying to peek around the corner and figure out what I was doing but also she knew not to let her ass cheeks leave that seat cushion right now. She cleared her throat to try and get my attention but I didn't respond. She knew better than to speak when in time out but the sound of ice trays being emptied was almost too much for her to bare not knowing what I was up to. That and my chuckling at the thought of my idea had a nice effect of making her very, very nervous. I returned to the room with a freezer bag filled with ice and zipped shut. She looked curious and sort of scared as I walked over smiling at her, smiles at this point were usually not a good thing for her. She fidgeted and tried to look away like that would make the bad man vanish but she knew it was too late. She had pushed the buttons, time to get the ...
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