Daisy laid back on the bed, and your body struggled with the arousal from the new view of her panties up her dress and the lingering pain from two kicks in your already sore balls. She smiled confidently as you stayed in place, on your knees, with your hands on your head like she had asked - defenseless against her. "Tell me about the slapping. Was that just more demonstration that they could do anything they wanted to you?"
"Yes Miss Daisy, that's exactly right. Anything they wanted from me, they could have. So they slapped me."
"Do you want me to slap you, Mr. Smith?"
"You can do anything you want to me Miss Daisy."
Daisy smiled, and pulled her dress over her head.