I had seen Daddy a few times before, beating on my mother, but when I saw him on my 10th birthday I knew something was different. He was smiling. His teeth were either fake, yellow, or missing. I remember the tattoos the most. Names lined up and down each of his wrists. He came up close as my body stiffened. He leaned forward, "you're one pretty little girl Rella." Chills moved through my spine. He put his right wrist out, close to my face, and pointed at a name. I looked closely, "Sheila," I whispered. "Good, and who's Sheila?" His voice booms. "My mother," I respond. "She's a hoe Rella, she's my hoe." I stare at him. "And you're going to follow in "Mommy's" footsteps."
"My name's Jimmy, we're going to have some fun tonight," he winks. I shake my hips as I walk through his massive bachelors pad as Daddy taught my sisters and I years ago in one of his "classes." Once we reach the bedroom I begin to proceed with the thing that I'm best at. Seduction. Daddy has always made it his point to mention that I'm the best, above all of my sisters. Yay, do I get a reward?
Daddys' "classes" are every Sunday, the only day we don't work. He teaches us something new each week. He uses a cable cord for punishment, if we don't do the lesson correctly on our first try we have to turn around and bend over. We're not allowed to cry or whine as the cord whips our butt to the point that it hurts to sit down.
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Rella in the city
Misterio / Suspenso"Did I say you could leave?" He slams me against the door. Daddy is what he has me call him. I'm dressed in a miniskirt, a tube top, and my hot red heels are matching my sharp fake nails. Daddy says it's his mark to our clients. My birthday was yest...
