Daddy Punishment Novels & Stories

It has been years since Daddy even yelled at me, let alone apply other sorts of punishments! I remembered how much it hurt when Daddy hit me with his bare hands. If Daddy was really mad, he may even find something else to hit me with! Strangely enough, I felt my pussy swell and I felt some girly musky wetness ooze from between my pussy lips. I knew I was turned on by Daddy’s manly body, but I had no idea the thought of Daddy taking control and punishing me turned me on as well!

he answers me, that's too long more left, I'm bored, I groaned and laid back down in my crib. "Would you like to talk until your time is over Violet?" Hayden asks me, I don't see why not. "Would Evander ever...you know....uhhh...hit me?" the last word was said as a whisper, but he still heard me. "The only physical punishment your daddy would ever apply would be a spanking to your bum area, he'd never leave a mark on you, or go too hard either, they are meant as a last option discipline," Hayden says. "Would he...would he do it now?" I ask worried, I didn't want to get a spanking.

Curling his fingers downward to rub along my sensitive tissue, he forced another moan from my throat as he used his other hand to swat me good, this time near my upper thigh. I arched my back, suddenly wanting more. The sting mingled with the pleasure being inflicted on my inner walls, and my legs began to tremble as Daddy magically brought me to the edge of orgasm in a matter of seconds. “I never thought you’d react like this, girl. You’re making me hard as I’ve ever been.” Daddy sounded gruff as he pumped his hand between my legs, giving me several more hard slaps to my buttocks. This time, his spanking did nothing to curb my notion to be naughty. If anything, it made me feel naughtier, di

"I asked you to sit down in class, and you went ahead and disobeyed me. You're going to get really punished for that." "Oh? What is Daddy going to do?" I teased, taking another step closer while biting down gently on my lower lip. "Is he going to beat me up just because I failed to answer him?" "Mmm... Pretty girl, Daddy is going to do far worse than that," he purred, his voice dropping an octave as he pulled a long, thick length of braided rope straight from his pocket. "Take off your clothes. Now. Don't make me say it twice."

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”

he announces with confidence. I want to tell him it wasn’t so easy to do that two times in a row, I rarely ever did that. He is determined however, he fucks me hard again, pushing himself further into me, introducing me to lengths of him I was yet to see. “Oh yes, fuck me daddy.” I cry. “You like this huh?” His thrust particularly fast and hard after the question, so much so that I pinch my own nipple to offset the pleasure. “Yes I do daddy.” “Fuck, pinch those nipples for me little Alec.”

I wanted more from him. "You are such a bad girl. You are going to hurt yourself... You like this?" "Yes, daddy. I love it. Continue," I moaned. "You are asking for it, girl." "Don't stop, daddy," I moaned again, pushing him to continue. "Fuck me harder, Damon."

He pinned them to the mattress on either side of her hips, his grip firm and unyielding. "When Daddy is on your body," he growled, his eyes blazing up at her from between her thighs, "you need to learn that every single action of yours must be with permission." His voice dropped even lower, becoming something dark and dangerous and devastatingly arousing. "Do you understand me, you naughty, cock-loving slut?" The words were followed by a sharp spank directly to her pussy, making her back arch off the mattress. "Fuck! Y... yes! Yes, daddy!" Anny cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white.

He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, building a brutal rhythm that had me kicking and gasping. Each smack echoed in my small bedroom. My skin burned hotter with every strike. “You’ve been a fucking brat for months,” he growled between spanks. “Teasing me with these short skirts. Coming home late. Acting like you don’t need rules. Like you don’t need Daddy to keep you in line.” I was mortified, tears pricking my eyes… but between my legs, something traitorously warm and wet was building. Every hard slap sent jolts straight to my pussy. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hide it, but Dad noticed. Of course he did.

"Since you lied to me three times, I will give you three strikes with a paddle. You will thank me for every strike. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand, Daddy." I take the wider paddle since she is the first timer; I can't be so harsh to my little wife. It's tempting to use a smaller paddle, but I'm afraid she can't handle it. "Are you ready, little wife?" "Yes, Daddy." The first strike lands harshly on her ass, which is still covered by the red dress she is wearing. She jumps out a little. "One, t-thank you, Daddy." I stay still for a moment; I don't want her to predict the pain. I flip her dress up to see her bare ass, then I hit the second strike harder than the first one.