Novel & Cerita Daddy Punishment

Her mother asked with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry!” She sniffed trying to hold her mother’s hand. “This is my fault. I pushed my daughter and granddaughter too hard. I turned them into heartless monsters. Being a Johnson was my dream and now my children suffer because of my greed.” Sasha’s grandfather said ashamed of what he had made them do. “No father, you only did it thinking of their well being. Don’t blame yourself father, they chose to force what was not working.” His eldest daughter tried to console him.

But somehow, the dread in my chest felt just as fresh as it did back then. I hadn’t even made it past the foyer when I heard my name. “Zoella!” The deep baritone of my father’s voice reverberated through the air like a whip. I barely had time to square my shoulders before his figure emerged from the living room, eyes already ablaze with fury. “What the hell are you thinking?” His voice boomed. “Do you want to burn everything we’ve built to the ground?” Before I could ask what everything was supposed to be, his palm met my cheek with a sharp, humiliating sting that echoed across the room.

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."

It was kinda- actually, it was really hot seeing those boys get worked over rough by those huge horse cocked studs while crying out, 'daddy'. I thought calling another man daddy was weird. I heard people say that only boys with daddy issues called men 'daddy'. Daddy issues or not, those boys in the p**n looked like they were having a damn good time taking fat cocks in their asses while getting spanked, choked, gagged, slapped, and their hair pulled by those sexy older men. Unreal. Did I want all that? Did I want to get spanked? Would Mr. Gilson even liked being called daddy?

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

“Look at this little pussy… dripping for Daddy even after I ruined it last night.” I bit my lip, cheeks burning. “I can’t help it… I want you so bad.” He set the cloth aside and picked up the tub of ice cream. My eyes widened. “Daddy… what are you doing?” “Punishing you,” he said simply. “Naughty girls need cold reminders.”

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

But now, when there is a penis sitting in-between my legs expecially when it belonged to my step father. Eventually mom said nothing, she just turned her head satisfied and continued climbing the stairs. I let out a sigh of relief with great care then turn my head to look at my dad.. He's been awake all along. It down on me and the reality taste like charcoal in my mouth.. All this while he's been awake as I've been grinding my ass against his cock. The reality feels like nightmare i immediately wants to wake up from. What is he going to do to me? Will he punish me? Is he going to tell my mom I've been grinding my ass against his cock for the past few minutes?? Either way, "Am cooked".

“But if you play your cards right, you could ride more than just the bicycle. You could ride him. Break that virgin pussy on my Dad’s big cock. I bet he’d stretch you so good.” “Jesus, Jade!” I choked on my own spit, coughing hard. My face burned crimson as vivid memories flooded me with the filthy pictures we painted in the mirror. Jade laughed and hit my arm playfully. “What? You don’t see him like that?” “No! He’s basically like a dad to me.” I forced out, voice strained. “Totally off-limits.”

“I said not to fucking close those eyes.” He rubbed his cum all over my face as punishment, messing up my mascara and making my eyelashes sticky. After I opened my eyes back up, Daddy pulled me closer. “Be a good girl. Listen, follow orders, and you won’t be punished like that again. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy. I’ll keep my eyes open.” He gently rubbed my face where the man had slapped it. “Good.” I stared up at each man as they came all over my face, on my eyebrows, forehead, cheeks, lips, everywhere and anywhere they wanted to come.