Anything He wants

Daddy comes up behind me, pressing his body into mine. His head rests on my shoulder, and his hands land on my hips, touching both my thighs and my panties. His touch provokes an instantaneous shudder that vibrates up my spine.

I almost giggle, the sensation obnoxiously ticklish. “Daddy, what are you doing?”

“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.

But he’s not giving me much choice.

His body releases from mine, but his hand comes straight back to my ass

with a vengeance. The open palm smacks me, jolting me forward against the cabinets. I wince from the blistering sting.

“Daddy, stop! You can’t spank me! I’m a grown woman.”

“No, you’re not. A grown woman doesn’t do the stupid shit you do. They know to stay out of other people’s property.”

With that, daddy grabs my panties, and with a single yank, pulls them down past my thighs. I gasp, reaching back to pull them up, but being bent over the sink, I can’t reach them.

“Daddy, no!”

His hand lands square on my ass, jiggling the flesh with a viper’s sting. He alternates, nailing my bent over ass repeatedly, making sure to strike every point of my exposed flesh.

I have to bite my lip from screaming out. My hips buck forward with each smack, bumping into the cabinets. I can see why he’d want me trapped here for this. I’d sure as hell run as soon as it started, intent on getting as far away from him as possible.

But in my current situation, I’ve no choice but to take his beating in stride.

The sound of his open palm on the fat of my ass echoes throughout the small kitchen, the high-pitched slaps a perfect representation of the burn of each hit.

He hits me ten, twenty, and then a number of times I lose count of. The reason I can’t focus on the number is the shock. Not from the pain, but from how my body’s reacting to his spanks.

At first, it’s straight pain, igniting through me without remorse. But after ten or so spanks, the burn starts to turn to pleasure, a tantalizing flush of energy. My mind wanders to how defenseless I am, and the sounds of daddy’s assault on my bottom, which change from an unpleasant pitch to heavenly music to my ears. Slowly my mind turns my vulnerability into an erotic delight, my core heating up the further into my punishment I go. I shiver and my pussy quivers, absorbing the vibration of daddy’s hand and transferring it to my lips and clit. The wetness of my cunt can’t be overstated.

It makes me so self-conscious, how daddy’s making me feel, I have no choice but to pipe up. “Daddy, this isn’t right!”

“We can just tell your mom all about it.”

I shake my head, the thought of her knowing an instant trigger for fear.

She’ll take the ring away; shit, she’ll probably disown me.

“Then this is as right as I say it is.”

I wiggle my butt. “Just do whatever you want to me, daddy.”

And just like that, I go from self-conscious to basically begging for it in

the span of a few seconds. I don’t mean to, but it’s like my body is making all the decisions for me.

The implications don’t fly by daddy, that’s for sure. There’s a pause in his demeanor. I don’t know if he was considering pushing the envelope before, but my invitation is too tempting to ignore.

He pressed against me before. I swear I could feel a bulge in his pants

when he did. He had to have been thinking about it, seeing his little girl in her underwear, vulnerable to his advances.

I see it in his eyes, a mischievous thought behind them. It eggs me on, driving me to want to see how far he’ll take it.

“Go ahead, daddy,” I say, “do whatever you want to me.” I lean forward and pull my ass up and my knees together, which causes two things to happen: my panties fall to the floor, and my pussy lips push out, giving daddy a clear view of them from behind.

My own trap is laid, and daddy can’t help but walk right into it, the contents too good to pass up. His hand slides over my cheeks, his middle finger gliding between my pussy lips, splitting them in a sweet motion of ecstasy.

His finger moves from back to front easily. “Babygirl, you’re soaking wet.”

I pout. “Well, what do you expect, daddy, when you spank me so hard?” Daddy grabs my hair and pulls my head back, at the same moment slipping his finger into my tender cunt. “Because that’s exactly what daddy

expects from such a disrespectful little brat like you. It’s not surprising one bit you get turned on by punishment.”

My face burns as badly as my ass does. It’s humiliating to hear daddy talk to me like that, like he knows exactly how to push my buttons. He couldn’t possibly have known spanking me would turn me on, could he? I can’t be that predictable.

Yet he moves with a confidence I’m not expecting, his finger pressing

against my g-spot as his hand slips under my shirt, grabbing one of my tits in

a fierce show of power.

Daddy’s aggression sends a surge of adrenaline through me. “Daddy, you shouldn’t-not while I’m stuck here! You shouldn’t take advantage of me!”

He replies by pushing his thumb into my ass. I flinch, the sudden invader stunning me. “While your hand is in that sink, babygirl, you’re mine.

There’s no other way about it.”

He presses his middle finger together with his thumb, pinching the inner wall separating my pussy from my ass. I let out a moan as his fingers begin to rub together, the friction starting a fire inside me, increasingly stoked by daddy’s other hand twisting my nipple.

He pulls in and out, dragging his fingers along my wall, forcing a gasp from me as I turn my face to the ceiling. Daddy grabs my exposed neck, wrapping his fingers tightly around it. He squeezes, shaking me slightly.

“You ready to listen now?”

I cough, struggling to breathe through his tightening grip. Even as I fightText © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

for air, my one hand pulling on his wrist as the other pulls against the drain, I can’t help but nod. Daddy’s stern command elicits a ready obedience, one I didn’t know I had in me. I’ve lived my whole life rebelling, so the rapid capitulation is all the more frightening.

And all the more erotic.

Bending so easily to his will turns a knot in my stomach I can’t undo, and as he has his way with my cunt and my ass, the knot only compresses, the tangled mess a sharp stab that resonates deep down. It begs to be released, and to be forced open.

With that resonance, I moan, my voice impossible to silence.

“There you go, you little slut. Feel it, feel those fucking fingers inside you.”

“It feels too good, daddy.”

“That’s nothing,” he says. “Daddy’s about to stick you with something a whole lot bigger.”

Daddy drops his pants, pulling out a monster cock, thick and throbbing, engorged by his daughter’s willing body. Daddy pulls it taut, demonstrating just how big his cock is. I don’t know if it’s any bigger than a normal guy’s, but from this angle, it looks way too big to fit into my tight pussy!

“Daddy! You can’t! You can’t put that in me!”

He puts his hands out to the side. “Go ahead and stop me.” He bobs his

cock up and down, displaying his prowess, offering it to me as if I could just

push it away.

“Daddy, you know I can’t. I’m stuck.”

“Well,” he says, “then there’s nothing you can do to stop me from doing this.” His hands skim over my ass, curving around to my hips. He digs his fingers in and yanks me violently back toward him, causing my feet to leave the ground as I hop backward.

I reach back to show an effort of resistance. I know it’s pointless, but a woman needs to show her honor, her unwillingness to just be taken by any man who comes around.

The truth, though, is far more damning. There’s nothing I want more than to be pushed into doing whatever daddy wants.

I want to resist, but I also want to be forced into getting fucked. “Still nothing, huh? So if I just do this”-I grit my teeth as daddy slides his cock through my moist lips-“you won’t stop me, will you?”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?”

My face turns crimson. Don’t make me admit it.

“Well? Can’t or won’t?”

I whisper. “I can’t.”

His hand connects with my ass, slapping me and making my lower back jerk. “Admit it,” he says. “Admit you’re a slut, just like every other brat in the world.”

I shake my head, unwilling to play his game. I can’t admit to something like that!

“Come on,” he says, slipping his finger deep into my pussy. “Tell daddy how much you want his cock.”

“What?! No, I won’t!”

“If you don’t, you’ll just have to sit here for the next few hours, and you won’t get to feel daddy inside you.”

“You wouldn’t!”

His hands pull off me. I feel a sudden coldness as I’m left bent over, my

pussy super heated but receiving no attention. I look back and daddy’s merely standing with his arms on his hips, his cock bobbing up and down.

“Go on,” he says.

I swallow. The desire is too intense to deny. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want your dick, daddy. Please put it inside me.”

He moves in behind me, his hands back on my hips. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Before my smart ass remark can come out, daddy’s dick slides all the

way inside my gushing cunt. I scream out as the pressure hits me.

“Daddy, you’re so big!”

“Take it, you dirty slut.” Daddy pumps his long cock into me, driving his full length deep inside. My thighs press against the sink as daddy buries himself into me, fucking me furiously, angrily throwing his hips into me. He’s intent on making me feel it, feel the punishment, and my body can do nothing but oblige.

“Fuck, daddy, fuck!”

“Yeah, there you go. You can’t help it.”

Daddy’s hand lands on my ass, and with a swift motion, he reinserts his thumb into my anus. I groan, the fullness of his cock even more intense as he pushes his thumb in to the second knuckle, filling both holes.

“You fucking slut. Daddy’s going to ride you.”

He grabs my hair with his free hand and pulls my head back. He curls his thumb inside my ass, using it like a lever to hold onto my body. With his thumb firmly secure, he pulls my head back hard, ramming his cock into me with frenzied thrusts.

“Ugh, daddy, no, it’s so hard.”

I want to fight him off, but my complaints land on deaf ears. Both his and mine. He drives me harder, using my body like a punching bag, punishing me with his entire thickness. But my body also reacts magnificently, ignoring my pleas and feeding off daddy’s roughness rather than be repelled by it. Each powerful puncture empowers my slutty body, eventually causing my hips to buck into him and my lower back to undulate to get the most out of his length.

My body betrays me, giving into daddy’s might, preoccupied with attaining it’s own pleasure.

“Oh no, daddy, oh no!” I cry out.

It hits me. It hits me hard, plowing through me like a freight train: An orgasm that explodes from the knot in my stomach instantly unraveling, the kinetic energy releasing through every muscle in my bent over frame.

“No, daddy, no, I’m coming!”

I spasm and shudder, my words doing nothing to stop the inevitable. If anything, they only drive my perversion on, strengthening the end result. I shake in daddy’s grip, my pussy squeezing his cock repeatedly. It’s made all the more intense as daddy responds to my pleas with an open palm, removing his finger and slapping my ass with every fluctuation of energy.

“Yeah, fucking come for daddy.” He slaps my ass over and over, beating my orgasm out of me. “Come on daddy’s dick!”

Daddy grabs the edge of the sink, crushing me against it as he power thrusts into me. The sound of his hips slamming against mine is almost deafening, the fury of his strokes bruising my ass and thighs. But daddy gets everything he wants out of me. Total control, total submission, punishment, my orgasm, and his own orgasm. His thrusts come so fast and hard he’s not even breathing, instead selling his entire body to ensure he finishes his job.

Daddy slams his hips into mine one last time, pinning me against the sink. His cock bursts, launching globs of semen into my swollen cunt. The hot concoction fills me up, a half dozen shots lining my walls and clinging to everything inside me. I feel every pulse from daddy’s dick, savoring the thought of him unloading his seed into me. He twitches, the last flush of energy leaving him as he pulls his cock out of me. Immediately his cum begins to gush out of me, spilling down my leg and onto the floor. I lie against the sink, taking a moment to catch my breath. When I look back, though, daddy’s making no motion toward me. Instead, he pulls out his phone.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m just texting your mother.”

My heart skips. “What? No! You said you wouldn’t tell her!”

He smiles. “I’m not. I’m just asking her when she’ll get home.”

“Why?”

“So I know when to set you free.”

I pull against my prison. “No, no, you said you’d let me go.”

“No, you’ll wait right here until I feel like you’ve had enough. Until then, I’m just going to let daddy’s cum stew in you for a while until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

He walks off, and I realize there’s nothing I can do to stop him. I’m stuck here until I’ve been a good girl. It seems like the most extreme punishment ever, but one that just might work on any obedient daughter. I have daddy’s cum slowly dripping down my legs as a constant reminder of what happens to girls who can’t behave themselves. As daddy’s warmth drains from me, all I want is to be filled up once again, a sense of frozen emptiness nagging me incessantly.

I just don’t know if I have to be a good girl to get it, or a bad girl all over again.