I dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor, the impact sending a jolt through my body.
Richard stood above me, the belt dangling from his hand and his eyes dark with barely controlled rage and lust.
"You know what I want," he said quietly.
I nodded, my hands trembling as I reached for his belt buckle.
"No," Richard said, stopping me. "First, you beg and you tell me exactly why you deserve to be punished."
I swallowed hard, looking up at him. "I disobeyed you, Daddy. You told me to be at your house and I didn't come."
"Why didn't you come?" he asked.
"Because I was out with Benita," I whispered.
"That's not a reason. That's an excuse." His hand tangled in my wet hair, gripping tight. "Why didn't you come, Isadora?" He repeated, his tone telling me I better give him what he wants
