Stepdad Punish Novels & Stories

"I might be a little mean when I want to get a point across, but ah, baby, it makes you so fucking wet, doesn't it?" Heat spreads between my legs. "You said to behave." "You make it hard to follow through when I can see the shape of your nipples through that shirt and you can't stop looking at my mouth." With the use of my belt loop, he tugs me up against him, making me gasp. "You thinking of how well it licked your pussy?" Stepdad. He's your stepdad. Behave.

Poor guy was probably in over his head, but fuck if it wasn't adorable. Dad turned to me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Luella, my dear, what say you? How shall we punish this... enterprising individual?" I pretended to think for a moment, tapping my chin with my free hand. The truth was, I'd already decided this prick's fate the second I saw him. "How about... daily whipping for fifty years? Might finally teach him to keep his hands where they belong." "An excellent suggestion," Dad agreed, nodding solemnly. But I could see the corners of his mouth twitching. "Belphegor, you have heard your sentence. May it serve as a reminder of the importance of diligence in one's duties."

"Please don't—" "Don't what? Tell your mother? Ground you?" He loomed closer, his presence overwhelming. Stepdad was a big man, tall and built from years of coaching the local team, with a no-nonsense attitude that kept all us kids in line. But now, there was something else in his gaze—dark, hungry—as he watched Jake's cock twitch inside me. "You've been a bad girl, Nora," he said, his tone shifting, lower now. "Sneaking around with your brother like this. You need to learn a lesson."

I felt no pity for him after I realized he was just as sick and depraved like his dad. Thaddeus sighed and shook his head. "Put your arm in the table boy," He turned to Pete whose mouth was wide open in disbelief. "Dad, you can't possibly be—" I gasped as Thaddeus swiped his son hard across the face with the back of his hand. The impact of his hand was loud on Pete's cheek. Pete's head swung back from the hard and brutal contact of the back of his father's palm. He almost fell out of the chair from the impact.

“When I got married to my wife , you didn’t give her a thing but instead you could give this butch here what my mother had worked her whole wife for , you never wanted it and made it so sure that it was the last thing that you want , but why couldn't you give it to me after all I am my mothers sim , but you keep making me feel like I do not defend it father , please make me understand his that is possible because I just don’t get it at all and it’s making me such . Because you don’t deserve it son and I will never give you , i told you not to talk to her in that matter , but yet you have violated my order , for calling your step mom a butch in front of everyone , I am sanctioning you , you w

I can’t argue with it, insult him, think of a sassy response to shut him up, and instead try to brush it off the way I do his insults by not rising to them. “Carry on living in denial and your boring day-to-day good girl existence … I’ll continue enjoying my youth.” He smirks, dismissing me. “The fact you are walking tells me my mom took your bike again. Don’t come crying to me tomorrow for a loan of my car again. I won’t give it to you, and you better call Tyler for rides to and from school because I’m not your chauffeur.” I sneer at him, knowing it’s the only punishment my mom can ever exact that my stepdad will support. They take his bike keys and helmets for a few days to try and teach h

He raised his hand and slapped Callie hard across the face. "You liar! Both of you have been deceiving me all along!" Callie was sent flying and crashed into the champagne tower. Glass shattered everywhere, drenching her in champagne and leaving her utterly disgraced. I stood on the stage, watching the scene without a ripple of emotion. Instead, there was only the pure, cold satisfaction of vengeance fulfilled. Dad, this was the stepdaughter you had doted on for five years, the treasure for whom you had been ready to trample your own child into the dirt over.

I was shaking harder now, thighs trembling, breath coming in short gasps into the pillow. “That’s it,” he growled softly. “Take it. Take Daddy’s fingers in that tight little hole. You’re going to cum just like this, aren’t you? Just from me stretching your ass. Such a dirty girl. You love being punished, don’t you? Love having your stepdad finger fuck your asshole while your mother sleeps down the hall.”

I hoped he didn’t take his wrath out on the girl in the office. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered again. “All right. I’ll go call them. But if my truck was stolen, I’ll be back here to get you, son.” He pointed a finger at his son’s chest sharply and then headed out. Max promptly closed the door behind him. I could tell by his face that my stepdad was going to need a few minutes to calm down. “Well, that was… unfortunate,” my mom said. She looked at Jett and smiled, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you go into the living room and watch more of the game, honey? Want some pie?”

He asked. "Do I look like someone who is joking? I'm serious with what I said. From today, you will become one of my sex object and if you disobey me, I'm going to tell your dad. You know what your father can do. I don't need to remind you how strict your dad is. He will disown you as his son and eventually die out of heart attack. So don't try to disobey me." "I know I hurt you but I don't deserve this. And....you are my father's wife. You don't have to punish me this way." Randy said.