Daddy Punishment Novels & Stories

I moaned, my eyes locked on our reflection. I felt his heavy, bare hand come down hard against my bare ass cheek. "Ah!" I moaned out loud, the heat spreading across my skin. "You're going to be punished, Kitty-cat," he growled. "Yes, Daddy... please punish me," I begged. He spanked me again. "Yes, Daddy! Fuck" He spanked me over and over again. It was hard, stinging and hurting badly, but the pain only made my pussy lips rub against each other. I was getting so incredibly wet and even dripping onto the sheets.

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

“Just ask Daddy nicely. Or don’t. I enjoy breaking brats.” Ava walked back inside on shaky legs, ass still tingling from the earlier spanks, pussy throbbing with unmet need and fresh obsession. Logan Sterling wasn’t just her father’s best friend anymore. He was the Daddy who was going to ruin her — one delicious punishment at a time.

Without wasting time, he lined himself and thrusted in one swift stroke. “Fuck… me… harder… harder!” Rose held onto the desk tightly as he thrusted into her like a baberian, slapping and groping at her fat ass. “You’re so sweet baby. You like daddy fucking you this way, right?” He rasped out. “Yes!… Dadddy..” she moaned out. .” He slowed his pace, pulled out and slammed back in hard while his hands reached down, stroking her dick. The desk creaked as her body shook but he didn’t stop pounding into her. Every thrust was precise, deep and earth shattering as he silenced her screams with his hands.

*Spanking. "Is there anything you don't agree to?" He asks, I didn't like the spanking one, dad spanked me growing up, he did until two months before I came to school. He called me a big baby after throwing a tantrum over going out, I wasn't allowed to do much, since my dragon was showing through my eyes. I just shake my head no, I knew there was no getting out of this, it's the only common punishment between submissives, everyone gets spanked, even dad now that I think about it, Karma.

Hands slipped lower, massaging her ass cheeks, thumbs dipping between to brush her puckered hole. She moaned into the towel. "Daddy..." He spanked light, sting echoing. "Quiet, or punishment." Sophia watched, thighs squeezing. He moved to her next, same treatment—back rubbed, ass kneaded deep. Fingers teased her slit from behind, wet and ready. "If you tell anyone," he whispered hot in her ear, "Daddy will spank these pretty asses red. Understand?" She nodded frantic, pushing back into his hand. "Yes, Daddy. More, please."

“But you hesitated this morning. I could feel it in your text. You were unsure.” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I breathed. “Sorry isn’t enough,” he growled. He spanked me again, harder this time. “You need to be punished. You need to learn that there is no room for doubt. There is only obedience. There is only my cock in your ass.”

"Untie me." "No," "Baby, I want to help yo-" "No," "Oh my..." I found myself laughing to myself, watching their interaction. "Okay, one hand," "No," "Jesus Christ, woman, if you keep torturing yourself like this, I'm going to cum before we can do this." "That's not my problem," she said, breathing heavily. "Just one hand. The punishment isn't going to get nullified if you untie me." "No," "Wow, okay." Daddy threw his head back, laughing. He turned to me then. "How are you doing over there, baby?"

“I’ll make sure I punish you in ways you can’t forget. For letting men pleasure you, kid. Your voice will be sore tomorrow given how much you'll cry tonight…” “I want it…make me sore. Just do it, dad.” He sinks his fingers into the depths of my throat and leans closer. Daddy takes the side of my lips in a coaxing kiss while I gurgle because of his fingers working down my throat. “Your punishment will be long…hard…” He touches my right nipple and whispers. “Tough. Or should I say…rough?” I’m still struggling to find the right words and respond to him when I feel him haul me up.

I'm sure at this point my cheeks are red as a tomato. "You need fixing, Nicklaus. I will call my friend who's a pastor and I will ask him for help on how to fix you, there will be no gay in this family, Nicklaus." Daddy said angrily and walked out of my room, I don't know where he's going. After a while, daddy came back with some salt, he put it on the floor and I could not stop myself from swallowing my saliva with so much nervousness because I already have an idea of ​​what he wants me to do.