Punish Me Daddy Novels & Stories

he commanded, his tone filthy and demanding. “One,” I gasped, the pain sharp yet arousing. Another blow landed, harder, making me arch into his touch. “Two! Oh God, yes.” He continued, each spank accompanied by a low, guttural growl that seemed to come from deep within his chest. “Three! I’ve been a bad girl, Father. Punish this sinful ass.” The heat built, my skin glowing red under his palm, the sensation blending with the relentless fingering that drove me closer to the edge.

At that moment, I was a wrecking mess. Wet, wrecked, messy….. “I’m still innocent, at least I haven’t had sex with anyone yet.” I replied, in a way only Bryan could hear. “Don’t let any stupid boy touch you, am I clear?” His voice turned edgy and dark. “If I find out any boy touched you down here, I’d send him to the ICU.” “Oh, Daddy is overprotective of his daughter.” I whisper-chuckled. “You deserve a punishment.” Daddy warned as he flicked my pussy with his thumb and middle fingers, I couldn’t help but yelp in both pain and pleasure.

“Ruin me, Daddy. Ruin me.” He responded with a hungry, muffled growl that shot straight to my clit. One of his hands left my ass only to come down in a sharp, stinging slap that bloomed into delicious heat across my flesh. I cried out and ground down harder against his tongue. “Yes—yes, Daddy!”

“This is to show you who your boss is, Kat… I want you to come so many times that you cannot stand the pleasure anymore!” “Ahhh!!.... Daddy!! Your dick is so strong!! O… please may I cum again? Please may your slutty Kat cum again? …. You’re so skillful at this… Daddy! Please!!!” I came again. Wave after wave of orgasms hit me and my back arched up uncontrollably. “Since Daddy hasn’t given you the permission to cum yet, and you did so before you were told to, Daddy’s going to punish you and make you cum again… now beg to cum!”

"I'd rather die than beg the Alpha of the pack that took my wife from me." With that, my father turned to walk out—when I stopped him. "What if we don't have to beg?" The question stopped him in his tracks. I knew exactly what this was about. Pride. Especially after what they'd done to his wife—to my mother. I hated my father, but I knew he had loved her. He had sought revenge on our rivals ever since, and nothing—not even our people dying—would make him surrender to them. It was in that moment, as my father was walking out, that it clicked.

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.

he yells hoarsely. I feel like I'm in a whirlwind of accusations, unable to say anything in my defense. I remain silent, my mind racing. "You know what a piece of shit you are, and I won't let you ruin my plans anymore," my father states coldly, his disappointment turning into fury. "I haven't failed at anything," I protest, trying to assert myself despite his harsh words. "I am punishing you. You'll be confined to the house until further notice, and I don't want to see you talking to that Eve," he says, his voice cold and resolute. My heart skips a beat, realizing he knows her name, and I wonder how much else he knows.

“What are you planning to do now?” “What else? Punish her and lock her in her room, of course! Any punishment ideas for the object of my ire?” my father asked irritatingly at his subordinates, making everyone tongue-tied. “None? Then drag that useless child of mine and she must be punished for being rejected. What a shame!” “F-Father, no... p-please!” I pleaded to my father but it was too late when he turned his back on me, leaving me with his belligerent subordinate as he fumingly slammed his wooden crane on the floor as he walked away.

------ I felt pain and numbness on my cheek due to the strong slap that landed on my face. "How dare you?! You don't know what you're saying Quinlee! Know your limits! Don't act like you know everything! So, shut the f*ck-up! Anyway, I am here to congratulate you and your husband but you disappoint me, Be mature! You're not a kid anymore." daddy replied. I didn't respond to my father's hurtful words, I just cried and then clenched my fist.

I licked my lower lip and stared back at his face. "What kind of punishment do you want Daddy to give you?" He asked again, grabbing his cock from his brief and rolling his hand all over it, I watched as he threw his head back in pleasure. How the fuck does he expect me not to look? "I was a bad girl, Daddy, punish me however you want," I said to him, my gaze fixed on his hard cock. I just want to pull it out and have him slap my boobs with his veiny hard cock. "Fuck those eyes of yours, little doll!" He cursed and drew his cock out of his briefs, moving closer to me.