Daddy Punishment Novels & Stories

"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.

Adrian said before pulling me over his knee, placing another slap to my ass. "You wore that short little skirt that showed off this tight little ass," he said through clenched teeth as he smacked my again, "that see-through shirt that showed off your bra," another smack, "and the little stunt you pulled in the store with the sales lady," another smack. "You should be punished," he said and his tone sounded so needy as his erection poked against my side while he slapped my ass. "Yes, Daddy! Punish me," I begged and welcomed the next slap before he massaged the cheeks.

Daddy dearest tried to get angry at us but he just couldn’t and inspite of controlling himself so hard, he burst out laughing and patted, scratch that, thumped our fucking backs hard. One could say they were a mix of love and punishment. Fuc- Ouch ! “DADDDD !!!!!” Kyler and I shouted together while rubbing our stinging backs. “You will break our backs with those scary daddy pats of yours one day, Dad !” Kyler pouted making Dad laugh. “I got two strong boys who can bear anything,” he brushed off. “Now why did I not notice your absence if you two pulled off this dangerous stunt,” he asked.

Trembling, I lie down across his lap, my ass curving into the air. In a sudden, breathtaking motion, my panties are pulled down to my knees. Slap! Slap! He spanks one round cheek, then the other. Over and over. Faster and faster. Not hard, but enough to sting. "This is what Daddy does when you've been a bad girl," he says, in that low, menacing voice. More spanks. As I wriggle, he drops a firm arm across my waist to keep me in place. "This is what you need. Have you ever gotten the discipline you deserve, Kori?"

He was a man who would never sell his dignity short and he would never do what Uncle Jared had done to Kate to any other woman. I have not seen him raise his hands on Mom. I have not seen him raise his hands on anyone even when I try to be stubborn. My father would never ground me, instead, he would tell me to go upstairs and think about what I had just done. I loved his punishment more than I loved Mom's punishment.

Daddy dearest tried to get angry at us but he just couldn’t and inspite of controlling himself so hard, he burst out laughing and patted, scratch that, thumped our fucking backs hard. One could say they were a mix of love and punishment. Fuc- Ouch ! “DADDDD !!!!!” Kyler and I shouted together while rubbing our stinging backs. “You will break our backs with those scary daddy pats of yours one day, Dad !” Kyler pouted making Dad laugh. “I got two strong boys who can bear anything,” he brushed off. “Now why did I not notice your absence if you two pulled off this dangerous stunt,” he asked.

he said with so much authority, fingers pounding, and I screamed. “Daddy!” I screamed. “Oh my god, Daddy, I’m gonna cum, oh my god, gonna cum, Daddy, please, I wanna cum now…” I said, shaking, trying to escape his hold while he kept digging. “Don’t cum yet till I tell you,” he hissed, his voice different, teeth gritted, eyes rolling. I couldn’t see him clear, tears all over my eyes, and I couldn’t take it no more. “Daddy, please, let me cum…” This was punishment, this was torture, and I loved every fucking inch of it.

SMACK! “You’re sorry what?” SMACK! I was crying now, no longer able to hold back the tears. “I…I’m sorry Daddy. Please stop!” I pleaded. Daniel took a break and started just rubbing my ass, slowly up and down. I tried to reach down and cover myself but he pushed my hand away. “No! As long as I am punishing you, you belong to me. No resisting. SMACK! I cried out in pain. “Ok! I’m sorry Daddy. Please…Please no more. It hurts!” I was sobbing uncontrollably now.

On the next blow, on the near cheek, he left his hand where it landed, his fingertips brushing against the bit of cloth covering her crotch, feeling the puffiness of her flesh there. "Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "How many more? It hurts." "Just a few more, baby," he answered, sliding his hand between her legs for just a second, rubbing against his daughter's barely covered pussy. He caught himself, thinking he might have gone too far, and finished with two more easy smacks, right in the middle of each cheek. Then he caressed her ass cheeks, "That wasn't too bad was it, angel?" "No, Daddy," she told him, once more climbing into his lap, pressing against his hardness. "I'll try to be better."

His eyes bored into mine, dominating me completely with just a single look. I couldn’t get the image of his punishment out of my head, of him throwing me over his knees and spanking me like a naughty little girl. I’d liked it. It had made me wetter than I’d ever been before in my life. Even now, the residual sting still blazed over my scorched skin, reminding me of how he’d taken charge, how he’d taught me a lesson, how he’d made me call him Daddy. I fucking loved it all. “Daddy, I need to come,” I begged.