Stepdad Punish 소설 & 이야기

Stefany tried to explain, "But Daddy, I ... I just wanted to spend time with my best friend. We didn't mean to break any rules or make you worry." It seemed that Mr. Frank didn't want to hear Stefany's explanation. His face became more red and full of anger. "That's not a reason that can justify your behavior, Stefy! You still broke Daddy's rules! Therefore, Daddy is giving you a punishment! You can't leave the house for a week! Starting from now!" "What?" Stefany was very shocked and devastated to hear the punishment given by her father. Tears flowed again from her eyes, she felt that this punishment was unfair. The girl seemed to be restrained and unable to do anything she wanted.

“To go see April and get put in a grave this time around? Wasn’t a coma bad enough?” The nerves in my jaw tensed and I found myself already on the verge of losing my shit within a minute of being in my father’s presence. “The only reason he got a hit in was because that bastard cheated, there’s no way he’s ever laying a finger on me again,” I defended. “Language, Xander,” he scolded, but I had no intentions of censoring my speech while I was pissed, and he knew that. “I am so disappointed in you, I really am,” he continued, slamming the book in his hold on the table before him, “you’re not the brightest bird in the sky, but you should’ve known better than to have an illicit relationship with

I yell at him, and his eyes flicker angrily. "How dare you talk to me in that manner, you bastard!" He thunders at me as he advances toward me with full force like he's going to hit me. "Do you want to hit me? Why don't you go ahead and hit me, you bastard! You are the bastard here... Betraying your own brother and stabbing him in the back is what a bastard does!" I yell at him, and the next thing he does shocks me. He sends a hot slap across my cheek, and I slump on the bed as I hold my burning cheek. My dad has never raised his hand at me, he has never beaten me before, and he dares to touch me?

As the elder brother, he showed Leonard the utmost respect. "Leonard, I heard about Xavier's situation on my way here. If my grandson was truly involved, I won't let that little brat off lightly!" Beau shuddered again. He had just been punished on his left hand—was his grandfather going to strike his right hand next? Leonard's voice came through the speakers. "Your grandson has already been disciplined by your son. Now, it is time for you to discipline your son." As he spoke, one of his subordinates handed the bamboo stick to Zachary. "30 strikes to the palm."

They were all family, his descendants, and yet it had come to this. He turned to Ethan. "Punish everyone involved accordingly, and since she's a part of the family, the family's discipline cannot be bypassed. Give Stephanie twenty strikes and then hand her over to the police!" Ethan responded, "At once, Grandpa." Jordan was taken aback and hastily pleaded, "Dad, are you really sending her to the police? How about just the twenty strikes?" Grandpa Jeffrey glared at Jordan fiercely. "Your nephew nearly died at the hands of your wife, and you still have the nerve to plead for mercy?"

My hands grabbing firmly in the seat. Bringing his face to mine, my heart already stopped beating. In a gasp, I snapped at him, touching my cheeks in surprise while he let out, "I love you." He had just kissed me on the cheek. My stepdad! "Why did you do that? I don't like it, it's without my consent," I cried and glowered at him. "I know you don't like it, that's why we are on a hate date, come here," he smiled at me and brought his arms stretched and wrapped them around my back. Taking me all in a hug and he kissed my forehead again.

“I think right here's a good place to punish you. It'll make it so you can't move around on me too much.” “Punish me how?” “I'm going to punish you how little brats deserve to be punished.” “I'm not a bra—“ Daddy's hand squeezes my ass, crushing my complaint in his grip. The same shudder hits me like before, but this time it doesn't just travel up, it travels forward, coursing through to my pussy. It quivers, reacting hard to the rough hand of the man behind me. That's not right. That's not how I should respond to my stepdad.

I guess I was just too blind to see the real deal. We accept the love we think we deserve. Life has become unbearable here and it seems like Stepdad has only gotten angrier. He hits me at any slight opportunity he gets and I'm beginning to think it has to do with much more than my failed attempt to escape. Today's experience has been the worst, so far. As usual, he came back drunk tonight and requested a different meal instead of what I'd already prepared for dinner. He wanted to have steaks and mashed potatoes but we had the last steaks two nights ago and I haven't been able to go grocery shopping yet.

I speak and we walk away, mom is also emotional and looks guilty. “He’s the one who should be ashamed for deceiving you, that wretch! I treated him like a son, I can't believe he deceived you! Stephan tricked us all, I wanted to kill him, but no one let me! Know that Dad has already dismissed the unfortunate man from the company and that I have already burned all the photos we had of him, I feel so angry, if she could, Mom would kill the son of a bitch.” Mom says and hugs me again, squeezing me.

"Come on Dad, you can't punish me like this." "It is done, son. You will have a meeting with your mother and then your brother and that's final!" Sylvester raved. "Now go to bed. I'm taking Razor out for a run." "OK Dad,” Sephtis whined. “See you in the morning."