The morning came rather quickly. Marcel woke up feeling ten times worst than the first time he was punished. Not only was his ass sore but his body felt like it had been crushed by a train and then been flung around by a ceiling fan. He had always heard that losing your virginity was magical but this right here was torture.
But right there laying on his bed he recapped everything that happened yesterday and a tiny smile came onto his lips. Could he really say that he wouldn't do it again? That was a huge claim. He looked down to see that he was dressed in what seems to be a button-up shirt and joggers. Really? Emanuel claims to be a daddy and doesn't even know how to dress someone?
Marcel let out a small chuckle and was about to get ready before noticing the note on the table left by the
