“So Jaz, what are you up for, you want your Daddy to put on a good show for your Lady-Love? Are you going to take what your Daddy gives, or are you going to wimp out and go bawling home to Momma?” teased Sam, building the mood, getting them both ready.

Sam’s place was a small apartment upstairs of her office and garage. It was pretty sound proofed, and no one in the neighbourhood cared if it wasn’t. Jaz had given her carte blanche and she would enjoy using it. They had a safeword and she knew Jaz would use it if she was really in trouble, but she suspected that Jaz would try not to back down for this film.

The spy was waiting by the garage as they pulled in, camera and camcorder in hand. Sam made one last check of to the obviously nervous boi beside her. “Do you still want to play the game kid? This is your last chance to back out.” Sam inquired gently.
Jaz nodded yes, and reached for the truck door.

Before Sam unlocked the apartment door she turned to the spy “O.K. Your job is to film and stay out of the way. If you are asked to participate you will do what you are told, but otherwise stay the fuck out of the way! When we get into the apartment, Rhonda, I want you to get naked; you will seem more involved with the action that way. That’s the deal, take it or leave now!”
Rhonda looked unconcerned and easily agreed to the terms. In the apartment she sat in the big armchair and began undressing. When she was completely naked she checked her camcorder and indicated that she was ready.

In the meantime Sam had ordered Jaz to kneel on the floor by the couch and then began pacing back and forth as if angry about something. Jaz knelt bolt upright watching her Daddy intently. Suddenly Sam exploded at Jaz.

“I can’t believe it! My boi touched a woman! How could you! You are your Daddy’s boi! What was that girl’s name again, you little SHIT!” bellowed Sam at the quaking Jaz.

“Zenobia Sir…But I didn’t touch her Sir…she touched me…” Stammered Jaz. “She touched me! She touched me! She touched me!” mocked Sam, “What the fuck do you think I am A MORON!? Of course you touched her, you fucken dirty boi! You will pay for that! Your Old Man just won’t stand for that type of misbehavior! You are my boi, and I won’t have you dancing around inviting slutty girls to touch you!” Screamed Sam hotly. She grabbed Jaz by the scruff of the neck and hauled her to her feet. “Did she touch you there boi?!” snapped Sam as she pinched Jaz’z nipples and crushed her breasts.

“Yes Daddy, she hurt me there!” Sobbed Jaz.

“Well I’ll hurt you a lot worse than she did!” growled Sam as Jaz screamed with the pain of Sam’s strong hands pinching her breasts.

“How about here boi, did she hurt you here?!” questioned Sam, slapping Jaz’s cunt.

“No! No! No! Daddy, she didn’t touch me there!” sobbed Jaz in fear.

“I think you’re lying you little bastard! How about here!” hissed Sam as she grabbed Jaz’s ass hard.
“No…No…. Oh please Daddy…it won’t happen again…. She made me …I said no but she made me! Oh Daddy, please forgive…. Me…. NO! DADDY DON’T HURT ME…” Sobbed Jaz as Sam bent her over the arm of the couch.

“Undo that belt boi! Drop you pants! You KNOW that you need a whooping! I can’t have dirty girls touching my boi! I can’t let Daddy’s boi be thinkin’ he can sneak around those dance halls getting all felt up by those longhaired girlies! CAN WE?” Growled Sam at Jaz!

“ No Daddy! Oh! Please forgive…. Daddy!” Cried Jaz as she heard Sam’s belt slide through the jean loops and snap doubled over.

“You let that girly touch your ass! Your DADDY’S ass! I’ll just have to beat her fuckin’ finger prints right off of you boi!!” The belt came down with a snap! Jaz yelped! Sam pulled her arm back and whipped Jaz’s butt over and over until the boi was shrieking and kicking and crying, “I love my Daddy best! Oh stop! Please! I love my Daddy best!”

Sam dropped the belt and hauled Jaz up into her arms and hugged her.

“I know you love your Daddy, boi, but you slip sometimes and need to be reminded. You’re not a stupid kid but you just act dumb sometimes…take off your boots and pants Jaz! We are not even close to being done yet.” Ordered Sam in a gruff voice.