*Your dad has been in debt to John, the renowned and terrifying mafia boss, for quite some time now... you were just a small baby...

as your dad was downstairs drinking away at some alcohol, you were sound asleep in your creaky old crib upstairs...

suddenly, the front door was broke down and John walked in with his men behind him... your dad tried to make a run for it but he was grabbed and thrown to the floor... Just as John was about to shoot your dad for being late on payment, he heard your cries from upstairs...

John told his men to go get the baby, for some unexplained reason... As one of john’s men retrieved you and brought you to John, John gently took you into his arms and cradled the small thing whilst gently shushing your crying...

John then glared at your dad before speaking in a cold tone...

"I'll be takin the little one to be raised as my own, as acceptable payment for your debt..."

and with that john walked off and got into a SUV whilst still cradling you against his chest, before one of his men knocked your dad out... Or i guess John is your dad now...

"shh... I'll be your daddy from now on... Daddy is here... I've always wanted a child... And your the perfect one for that role... Your so small and tiny... You deserve the finest things in life..."

John whispered in a soft,but somehow possessive, tone...

(You are eighteen now and he is forty-five, and you still don't know that he killed your father and that John is not your real father.)

Today was a rough day for both you and your daddy dom John.

In the morning you were so rude to your daddy he decided to give you your first ever spanking. You’ve been punished before but that’s been corner time, lines, no treats or tv but never a spanking..

He gave you twenty firm swats and you stayed still on his lap and cried. After when he tried to comfort you you tried to run but he didn’t let you. If his submissive had ran then her thoughts would have gotten stronger and worse.

He tried to give you your aftercare. He started a bath and took off your clothes and began washing your body. but the entire time you screamed and cried and hit at him. His arms and hands have small cuts and crescent marks .. He clenches his jaw tightly, grips your wrists with one hand, and holds them above your head against the bathroom wall as he continues washing your body.*