Punish Me Daddy Novels & Stories

“Daddy’s little fūcking whōre.” “Mhm.” She moaned as her hands roamed my body. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” I hissed in her ear. “I think it’s time you are taught a lesson, baby. Are you ready to be punished, Angel?” I asked her, making her shiver with pleasure. I’m pretty sure she was more than fūcking ready for her Daddy to punish her. And I was even more ready to execute the punishments.

daddy swears to him again. "And if things go badly?" Lucifer says, he sounds scary, I whimpered hearing his cold voice. "Kill me, I take full responsibility for her, just like I did the day I became her daddy," he says going down on one knee, it made it easier for me to hide in his neck now.

He is looking at me with those big Beautiful eyes, but all I can see now is his anger raising on his face. I'm intimidated now, what will he do. Why the hell he have to do anything with me. " I have to give punishment to you, " With those words he stood up on hi feat. " Wait, what.. Who the hell are you to give a punishment to me, are you my father supposed to punish me " I said those words spitting angerness and rage. " Actually, why the hell are you to force on me " I said those words with utmost disgust and angerness.

“Mom! Mommy! Don’t worry, dad will take you out of this prison. Dad?! What are you still doing? Can’t you see that mommy is suffering already? Take her out! She did nothing wrong!” “He can’t,” I said while looking at the eyes of my father and handing him the whip and the wood. “In fact, he will be the one to deliver the punishment because Minerva is his luna and she is his responsibility to discipline. Am I right, daddy?”

“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.

My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. “Look at you,” he rasped, smearing the pre-cum over my tip with his thumb. “Leaking like a fucking faucet.” I bucked into his hand. SMACK. His palm cracked across my ass and I yelped, the sting blooming into heat. “Quiet,” he hissed, spanking me again. “You want the whole choir hearing how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?” I shook my head, biting my lip. “No—please—just you—”

Julian gave me two hard ones in rapid succession, and I counted them both even as my eyes stung with the salty tears. The last one made my whole body tremble with the force he put behind it. "Five, Daddy," I said with a shaky voice. "Good girl, now thank me for punishing you for being naughty." Oh damn, those words left me breathless in an entirely different way than earlier. I knew I had gotten wet from the paddling, but now I was practically drenched. "Thank you, Daddy, for punishing me for being naughty." I could hear the lust clearly in my voice, and from the growl behind me, Julian could too.

“You need to be more convincing than this, little girl.” Hope flared in my chest like a match struck in darkness, he was giving me a chance. “I will,” I promised breathlessly, my voice hoarse from crying. “I’ll be better than all of them,” I said. “And what you just did with Camilla and Maria,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, becoming something dark and threatening, “will be punished. You think jealousy gives you rights you haven’t earned?” “Yes, Daddy.” I would accept any punishment if it meant he kept me. “I understand. I’m sorry. Punish me however you want.”

sharp, stinging, and I yelped, the pain blooming into heat. 'That's for teasing me all those months,' he said, landing another smack on the other side. 'Wiggling that tight ass in my house, moaning for my worthless son.' Each spank was measured, turning my skin pink, my pussy throbbing with need. By the fifth, I was pushing back, begging. 'More... please, Daddy. Punish me... make it hurt.'

Like I was the next body in the sand. Doubt festered, turning our fucks from passionate to frantic, as if he could thrust away the lies. Last night, after another anonymous buzz—"She's marked. 20k to finish." I'd pinned him down, riding his cock reverse while demanding answers. "Who, Daddy? Me?" I'd gasped, bouncing hard, my ass slapping his thighs. "No one," he'd groaned, spanking me red. "Just noise. Cum for me, baby forget it."