Page 3 of Daddy's Punishment
“But Daddy, it is working.” She looks over her shoulder at me, and I shake my head.
“You’re a brat,” I say, and her cheeks flush. “You’re supposed to be my sweet innocent little girl, but you’re purposely acting out so that you can get attention.”
“That’s not it.” Her words come out softly, and we both know what I’m saying is true.
I pop her on the ass, and she cries out then grinds against the mattress. Fuck, how is she always so horny? I’ve tried spanking her, but all it does is make her needy.
“I’ve thought about it, and there’s only one thing that’s going to get you to listen.” I reach for the front of my pants and unbuckle my belt. “I want you to get on your knees, princess.”
“But Daddy, what about my spanking?”
“If you do a good job, then I’ll think about it. Right now, you need a cock in your mouth so you learn how to be a good girl.” Her eyes widen as she gets on her knees in front of me and I unzip my pants. “You’ve made me do this. Do you understand? You’ve pushed me into disciplining your mouth. I didn’t want to do this, but I don’t have a choice.”
She licks her lips as she looks up at me through her lashes. “I understand, Daddy.”
“Open your mouth,” I order as I hold the base of my cock with one hand and use the other to fist the hair at the back of her head. “I want you to wrap your lips around the head and suck. There you go, just like that.”
Her full pink lips surround the fat tip of my dick, and I watch as she kisses it. Then a bead of cum appears on the tip, and she hurries to lick it off as another appears. The more she licks, the more cum leaks out of my cock, and it throbs in my hand.
“You can take more,” I tell her as I push past her lips, and her eyes widen in shock. “This is for your own good.” She whimpers as I push in more and grip her hair tighter. “You’re making me do this, princess. Show Daddy what a good girl you can be.”
Her hands reach up to hold my cock as I push in and out of her mouth. She’s eager to lap up my cum as it leaks out and then sucks when I thrust to the back of her throat.
“You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” She nods and then whines around my dick. “And you’re going to let Daddy cum in your mouth.” It’s not a question, but when her eyes lock with mine, she nods again.
I grunt as my shaft swells and begins to throb. Cum spurts out of my cock and into her mouth so hard and fast that she can’t keep up with it. Some gets on her chin and face as she tries to drink it down, but I’ve wanted this for so long that I keep cumming. She swallows most of it, but I smear it across her cheek because I like the way it looks. I like marking my little princess.
Her skirt has fallen down so I didn’t notice it at first but I can see her hand under it and between her legs. When I scowl at it, she’s quick to take her hand away and apologize.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I just got caught up in what I was doing, and I forgot.”
“You forgot?” I say as I shake my head. “I’ve told you that good girls don’t do that.” Reaching down, I pick her up off the floor and set her on the edge of the bed. “Does it hurt again?” When she nods, I sigh heavily. “Then I’ll kiss it better.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Eating my daughter's pussy after she’s sucked me off is somehow sweeter. She’s soaking wet from having my cock in her mouth, and it only takes a few licks to get her off. I savor the taste as she cums on my face and rubs her pretty cunt on my tongue.
Once I’m done, I stand up, and my cock is painfully hard. I look down at her soft pussy and think about all the things I want to do to it. She’s my daughter, my princess. Shouldn’t I be able to lay claim to whatever I want? Isn’t what’s between her legs mine? There’s no way I’m going to sit by and let someone else come along and claim it.
ChapterThree
Daddy stares at me for a long moment, but his expression is unreadable. “Get ready for bed, and then meet me in my office. There are things we need to discuss.”
I sit up and stare at him. “Am I still in trouble?”
“We’ll have to see about that.” I watch as Daddy fixes his clothes and gives me one last long look before he leaves my bedroom.
When I lick my lips, I still taste him there. Is he upset that I forced his hand tonight? That I’d given him no choice but to put his thing in my mouth? I remember one time when I was sitting on Daddy's lap and we were watching a movie. I felt it get hard, and he explained that sometimes it happens to men and I should ignore it. I asked if it was painful when he got hard because oftentimes he would move my hips to rock my bottom across it like a massage. He told me it could be and that he would take care of it later. I kept asking questions because I wanted to know more, but Daddy said only a wife was allowed to ever touch a man there. Tonight I got to because I made him.
Not wanting to upset Daddy any more, I hurriedly get ready for bed. I toss my clothes into the hamper before getting a new pair of panties and slipping into my favorite My Little Pony shirt. I tug on the bottom, but it’s gotten tight over the years, and I refuse to get rid of it.
The large double wooden doors into Daddy’s office are slightly cracked, and I knock lightly before poking my head in. Daddy waves me over, and I see he has a fire going. It’s the only light in the room.
“Come sit here.” He pushes back from his desk to make room for me and then pats his thigh.
“Really?” I practically bounce over toward him. It’s been months since I’ve gotten to sit on his lap. “I’m allowed to sit in your lap again?”
He helps me get up and then stares pointedly at me. “Some things around here are going to change,” he tells me before looking down at my lap. “You’re not wearing pants, princess?”