Daddy Punishment Novels & Stories

"One - thank you for punishing me, Daddy." Another crack, harder. "Two - fuck - thank you for punishing me, Daddy." He builds a rhythm - not fast, but relentless. Each strike burns hotter than the last, the leather biting into my flesh, turning my ass from pink to red to throbbing, welted agony. "You wanted Daddy's attention?" CRACK. "You wanted me to stop ignoring you?" CRACK. "This is what happens to bratty little stepdaughters who tease." CRACK. "Fifteen - thank you - thank you for punishing me, Daddy-"

It isn’t easy for me to say so in as many words, but after several false starts, I manage to get it out. “That makes sense, Kaitlyn. I love spanking you because it’s fun and turns you on, but I definitely see why being Cherise is good for you sometimes—and I like that you like it.” He changes his voice to the stern Daddy-voice. “And young lady, if you start acting up, and especially if I catch you with cigarettes, your Daddy is going to punish you!” And what I say to that, since I’m not Cherise at the moment, is “Yum!”

It was so nasty. “Pussy.” My Daddy barked. “Say the word, baby.” “Pussy, Daddy.” I felt so ashamed to say it, but we both glanced down when my pussy fluttered at the dirty word. My daddy grinned. “You love dirty talk, baby girl, don’t try and deny it, but that was p**n you were watching. Now I owe you a spanking and another punishment for watching p**n without me. If you want to look at it to learn stuff you come and ask me. Do you understand? You don’t go with one of your stupid friends.” He pushed his cock head against my clit before asking. “Did you like it?”

"You're going to ruin my make-up." "It's already ruined." He flipped her on all fours as though she weighed less than a molecule. She grasped the bed sheet, as she felt the warm tip of his cock kiss the entrance of vagina, sending hot streams down her frozen spine. "It's time for your own punishment. I'm not going to let that slide." He barreled into her without warning, making her gasp with delight. "How do you want to punish me, Daddy?" "Daddy will not go easy on you unless you cum seven times on his cock."

“You may get angry cupcake but I’m doing this for your good. I’d spank you ten times.” His fingers moved on my skin, sending chills up my back. I felt something twitch underneath my tummy between Daddy's legs. “Daddy, why is there something hard under you?” He didn’t answer, only a deep groan. Then the first swat fell. I gritted my teeth and said, “One, Daddy.” He rubbed lightly again for a moment until my muscles relaxed once more then “Two, three, four and five, Daddy!” They were quick and harsh. I tried not to whimper.

He frowns but quickly regains his grin as he gets up from his desk and walks over to me. "Okay then, even as just my dominant you're still being mean by making me write lines. Why can't you give me a fun punishment?" He asks and I fight the urge to make him kneel. "Because punishments have to fit the crime. I'm not going to give you a fun punishment for acting up in class," I explain as I look down at the stack of exams I have to mark. "Please daddy can I have a different punishment?" He asks respectfully. At least he's trying.

The group was still there, only a couple left and there was one boy drinking whiskey that could be sat beside the girl. “So he was punishing her,” I asked. “Yes, The punishment could be harsh and pleasure at the same time,” Uncle replied. “Ohhh…” I mumbled. “You will also get punishment like that” Uncle whispered and clenched my thighs together. “L…let me call Dad,” I said, changing the topic. We connect with Dad and his background, saying he was at the airport. “How's my baby doing," Dad asked. “I am enjoying Dad” I replied. “Having dinner” Dad asked.

he says giving me the option. "I wanna be happy," I say, I won't choose the spanking road, that one hurt. "That's good baby, you just need to obey rules, all littles have those," he assures me. "Nu some littles don't, what if I'm one of those?" I argue with him, he groaned and rubbed his face. "Calesti, tell me more about the daddy you were trying to summon, how does he look and act like?" He says, which was a weird request for me, but I nodded.

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.”

"Xavier!" He did it again, rougher. Then rubbed the sting gently. "I think I need to punish you properly. What do you think?" "Yes. Please, punish me." He groaned, gripping my tied wrists. "Say it louder. Let everyone outside know who you belong to." "Punish me, Daddy! I'm yours." He slid a hand between my thighs, stroking my sensitive folds. "Fuck, you're dripping again. Do you like being spanked? Does pain make your pussy wetter?"