The next evening, Daddy was in a particularly patient and commanding mood.
After dinner, he led me to the bedroom and said softly, “Tonight we’re going to use the spreader bar again, babygirl. I want you completely open and helpless while I train you.”
My pulse quickened. I already knew how exposed and vulnerable the spreader bar made me feel.
“Undress and lie on the bed,” he instructed.
I removed my dress and lay on my back in the center of the large bed. Daddy fastened the soft leather cuffs around my ankles and attached them to the long black spreader bar. He slowly extended the bar until my legs were spread wide apart, my knees bent slightly, leaving my p***y and ass fully exposed and open for him.
He then cuffed my wrists and secured them to the headboard above my head.
I was no
