Daddy Dom Punishments Novels & Stories

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

"You're going to be punished. And you're going to take it. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." He sat down and pulled me over his lap in one smooth motion. Before I could process what was happening, his hand came down hard on my ass. I yelped. "Count them," he ordered. "And thank me for each one." Another strike, harder than the first. "One. Thank you, Daddy." Again. The sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoed through the room. "Two. Thank you, Daddy." He spanked me twenty times. By the tenth strike I was crying. By the fifteenth I was begging. By the twentieth I was a sobbing mess draped over his lap, my ass burning, my pussy dripping onto his jeans.

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.

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

"Well, first, here's a lil pic for you to look at while you jerk off." "Holy, shit... But, I gave you a fucking order. Tell me what the fuck you'd do to my cock, you bad girl. Tell me how you'd suck me dry, little one, and don't be shy... I'm stroking my cock as we speak, I fucking need you to make me cum, Myla." "I'm sorry, Daddy." Her fucking timidness is showing big time right now, even over text. I can tell she was fucking mistreated before, and if I find out which dom tortured her the way he did, I'll fucking kill him.

Her pussy was pointing at her mother, which was probably the more preferable to Cindy, but it also meant she was staring at her father's cock. "Thirty with my hand, slave, thirty with the Enforcer, and thirty with the whip. We'll string you up for the last two." "Yes, Domina." I proceeded to give Cindy a brisk spanking of thirty strokes. Whether it was my spanking or the fact it was occurring in front of her parents, or the overall lewdness of the day, Cindy climaxed before I reached the end, begging to cum and moaning quite nicely for us when she received permission. Dan's and Master's cocks were hard. Master drew Lisa onto his lap to take care of his.

At that moment, I was a wrecking mess. Wet, wrecked, messy….. “I’m still innocent, at least I haven’t had sex with anyone yet.” I replied, in a way only Bryan could hear. “Don’t let any stupid boy touch you, am I clear?” His voice turned edgy and dark. “If I find out any boy touched you down here, I’d send him to the ICU.” “Oh, Daddy is overprotective of his daughter.” I whisper-chuckled. “You deserve a punishment.” Daddy warned as he flicked my pussy with his thumb and middle fingers, I couldn’t help but yelp in both pain and pleasure.

"Daddy is right here, baby. Daddy is right here, fucking his naughty little slut." He spanked my ass, and gripped my hips, and drilled me, and rammed his cock into my gaping pussy. "Shit! I'm going to cum!" "Not until I tell you, okay? Hold it in. Daddy is almost there." "Oh God! I can't!" He slapped my ass, and fucked me harder, and rougher. "Hold it in. Don't fucking cum yet." "Hmmm." "Not yet." He fucked me like a savage, and pounded, and I couldn't hold it anymore.

From where I was, I could hear her heart pounding. “Do you really have no objections to me being a Dom?” She shook her head. “I am only a Dom in the bedroom, but when we go into the outside world, you are my equal. Nothing changes. Are you happy with that?” She gave a nod. “Words Camille.” “Yes.” She finally spoke up. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy.” My beast squealed with delight. “I will not tolerate mistakes. If you make mistakes, I will punish you. I am a barbarous Camille. Do you understand what that means?”

“My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.” Holy shit, I’m so red my head swims. She said the magic words—good girl. Lydia laughs. “Ding, ding, ding. You should see your face.” I think I hate her right now. The good girl thing has me asking, needing to know. “What the hell is a daddy dom?”