Daddy Punishment Novels & Stories

I whimpered, my head rolling back. "That's it," he grunted, his one hand moving from my a*ss to take a hold of my hair. "Be a good girl for me. You’ve been begging for this since the moment I first put that belt on your skin. You want me to ruin you, don't you?" I was delirious, nodding frantically as I arched into the right angle. "Yes... punish me, Daddy... I’m sorry, just don't stop... ah..."

"I see you aren't wearing any panties for Daddy?" "Does Daddy like that?" I whisper. "Fuck, I love that, baby girl. But, it seems that you need to be punished for that." "W-what? But they're your favorite." "Yes, but you didn't ask me for permission to do so." Oh, shit. "I'm sorry, I—" "Sorry's not going to cut it. You know Daddy." He kisses my neck and rubs my sex organ. I moan. "Hmm, how should Daddy punish his naughty little girl?" He lets go of me and saunters over to sit on the chair. "Come. On Daddy's lap."

Daddy began to spank my ass, fucking me harder like I had begged for. I pulled away from him, falling onto my bed as I cummed hard on the sheet. He was still hard as a rock and that got me more excited. He grabbed my legs, threw them over his shoulders and said,“Be a good girl and take all of Daddy's cock." He instructed with a dark husky voice. I nodded in response and he slammed harder inside my pussy, giving me the best punishment ever. “Harder Daddy!" “Baby girl, your pussy is custom made for me," he groaned, dipping his wet fingers inside my mouth, giving me a taste of my juice. I rolled my tongue along his fingers until he trapped it and pressed down on my throat until I was making gro

“Yes, Daddy.” “You’ll give me anything I ask, won’t you? Because you want to be good.” It’s a fight not to slam back onto his cock, not to beg him to fuck me deep again. “Yes.” “Good girl.” He releases a long breath and then he’s doing exactly what I need, shoving deep into me, once again fucking me like he’s mad at me, like I’ve been bad and he’s going to enact my penance with his cock. He curses and then he’s pressed against my back again, shoving my legs wider yet. “You try to come back here as Max’s girlfriend and I’m going to punish you, Lily. Do you hear me? I’m going to flip up your little tease of a skirt and paddle your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream about how

“Yeah, princess! This is your punishment! This is your fucking punishment for coming when I asked you not to, and I will fuck this mouth with my fingers in ways I know your pussy desire. Spit dropped against my cleavage, raw and dirty yet it made my pussy arch. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Daddy…” “Fuck that pussy and take these fingers cupcake. You are not fucking cumming until I say so!”

Unable to tolerate the situation any longer, Elliot finally scolded, "Daniel, are you done yet? Get into bed and sleep." Daniel was taken aback, looking at his father's angry expression. He blinked, momentarily unable to react, feeling a pang of hurt. He couldn't believe his father would treat him so harshly. Elliot, realizing his mistake, quickly calmed down. He felt a pang of discomfort in his heart when he saw Daniel's accusing gaze.

I slowly remove his fingers from my mouth with a pop sound and his gaze darkens even more!. "You know you are playing with fire Sarah?" And i swallow and try to keep my knees from trembling upon hearing his words. "What....what if I like to....play with fire, Daddy?" I mumble shyly and he lets out a shaky breath. He slowly pulls me into his chest with his big strong muscular arms. His scent drives me crazy and my head starts to spin. "Daddy huh......You sure like to play with fire kitten....because once that fire starts you can't stop it....it will consume you!!" He whispers in my ear while slightly licking my earlobe making me moan softly and he chuckles.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

calm? "Sit down, sweetheart," Dad said. I sat, braced for impact. "Alexander told me everything." My father's expression was unreadable. "About the night you met. About the job. About... all of it." "Dad, I'm so sorry. I never meant…" "Let me finish." He held up a hand. "I'm not going to lie. My first reaction was to punch him. He's twenty years older than you. He's my best friend. The situation is complicated."

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.