Daddy Dom Punishment Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yes, Daddy.” “You’ll give me anything I ask, won’t you? Because you want to be good.” It’s a fight not to slam back onto his cock, not to beg him to fuck me deep again. “Yes.” “Good girl.” He releases a long breath and then he’s doing exactly what I need, shoving deep into me, once again fucking me like he’s mad at me, like I’ve been bad and he’s going to enact my penance with his cock. He curses and then he’s pressed against my back again, shoving my legs wider yet. “You try to come back here as Max’s girlfriend and I’m going to punish you, Lily. Do you hear me? I’m going to flip up your little tease of a skirt and paddle your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream about how

I feel the sensually assaulted cheek is stinging red. "Oh, baby. You have such a fine ass for me to punish." He slaps, but less harder this time. His palm rubs the sore spot. "When did you start behaving like a Dom? Like Kaden" I stutter. "Ever since you turned into a disobedient naughty girl, now have you learned your lesson?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Daddy." "Good girl." He releases me and I kneel in front of him. I never realize how not wearing panties can anger a man this much. Note to self: wear your damn panties, for God's sake. But then again, don't because the punishment is actually kind of nice?

clamps on my labia, pulling them wide as he fucked my ass, the tug intensifying every slide. 'Scream for Daddy, let the city hear.' Moans turned to wails. 'Ahh, fuck, it's too much... give me more!' His daddy fetish deepened our bond, roleplay weaving into reality. 'Call me that always,' he'd demand, spanking my ass red while I knelt. 'Yes, Daddy, punish your naughty girl.' Degradation laced with care. 'You're my worthless cumrag, but so fucking precious.'

Unable to tolerate the situation any longer, Elliot finally scolded, "Daniel, are you done yet? Get into bed and sleep." Daniel was taken aback, looking at his father's angry expression. He blinked, momentarily unable to react, feeling a pang of hurt. He couldn't believe his father would treat him so harshly. Elliot, realizing his mistake, quickly calmed down. He felt a pang of discomfort in his heart when he saw Daniel's accusing gaze.

She knew what she was doing. She dropped to her knees. Looked up. “Please, daddy.” Dominic grabbed her hair. Fisted it. Yanked her head back. “You’re playing a dangerous fucking game.” She licked her lips. “Then punish me.” His belt was off in a heartbeat. She gasped. He yanked her up by her hair and threw her face-first onto the bed. One hand pushed her spine down. The other gripped the belt. “You wanna stay behind?” he growled, circling her like a wolf. “Then you’ll stay here with stripes on your ass. So every time you sit down, you’ll remember what I do to little girls who tease their daddy.”

We are getting somewhere. “You want daddy to fuck you like a whore? You want my fat cock deep inside you?” “Dane…” I moaned, nodding my head, heavy with desire. “You can still say my name. I'm offended.” “What–” “By the time I'm done with you, you won't know how to fucking read or speak. You will beg me to let you go, and I won't.”

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

“Beg Daddy to punish you properly.” “Please, Daddy…” I whispered, voice shaking with need. “Punish me. I’ve been bad. I need you to fix it.” A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips. “Good girl.” His hand came down in a sharp smack directly on my soaked pussy. I cried out, the sting mixing with intense pleasure. He did it again, then rubbed my clit in firm circles. “Soaking wet from a few spanks,” he growled. “Such a filthy little slut for Daddy.”

My entire body jumped when he spanked another cheek with the same intensity and murmured, “Good girl. Now, start counting each spank and tell me you’re sorry.” I frowned and looked over at him, “That wasn’t the part of de—ow.” He interrupted me with another smack. His eyes were hard to read when he said, “The longer you wait, the longer your ass will be punished. If your little ass gets bruised sooner, I will move to your pussy. Then your tits. Until you beg me like a good girl. Understood?” My answer was quick and breathy. “Yes, Daddy. Understood.” He repeated his actions, the muscles of my calves tensing with the strike. “O-one. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He keeps smacking me with the book as he kisses me. I fight it for as long as I can—fight the seductive stinging against my ass, fight the mixture of arousal and alarm flooding me. Finally, my lips open, and I melt against him and let him plunder my mouth. He’s hard against my bare thigh, and that’s killing me. I want to rub myself against it, but that’s just not what a girl does to her Daddy. “I think,” Daddy says, “that you need to be punished—to know what a proper spanking feels like so you’ll know when you’re reading bad p**n. Don’t you agree, Cherise?”