Daddy's Punishment

Nobody was handling the divorce well (if there was such a thing as handling a divorce well). My Mom's reaction was to become a hoe and fuck everything that moved, especially if it was a someone my father knew because that increased the likelihood word would get back to him. After all, everyone knew the whole point of life changed after divorce, to solely focus on ruining your ex's life.

My Dad became far more... misogynistic, I guess would be the polite way to put it. He always had a bit of it in him, but now it was like his anger with women seemed to be bursting at his seams, trying to escape. In the month since the divorce was finalized, I don't think he's dated anyone (though, I only saw him every other weekend). It started with comments in passing about politics and the news, but my last visit I couldn't believe the comments he made on how I dressed. He even called my top slutty (can you believe that?). First time in my 18 years of life I've been called a slut and it was by my own father.

Of course, my reaction to the divorce was to become a rebellious little slut. My goal was to stay as far away from Mom and Dad as possible until I left for college next month. I was always Mom's princess whom she lived vicariously through since we looked so alike (Except I was thinner and had a firmer ass), so she used me as a weapon against dad, limiting the number of hours I could spend with him if I wanted her to pay for college with his / now her money. And my Dad wanted me to be a spy on my mom, so I avoided it all.

I dressed in black clothes, I wore black makeup, and I was even considered dying my blonde hair black just to piss them both off. The black I wore, the more it pissed off my Mom. The more skimpy my outfit, the more it made my Dad lose his mind. Apparently, tonight's office was the straw that broke my Dad's last nerve.

It was Daddy's weekend with his little girl, except he must have forgotten I was 18 and not some child because he expected me to stay home in his tiny apartment and watch a movie with him. Yeah, right! I already texted Tina and Ellie to meet me at the coffee shop down the road. One of them always had a line on a party on a Friday night.

"What movie did you want to watch?" My Dad asked when I opened my bedroom door. I locked myself in there as soon as he brought me back here and spent an hour doing my hair, putting on mascara and eyeliner (I'll wait until I leave for the black lipstick). I wore a black tank top that was cut short, revealing my new belly piercing, plus a white short skirt that covered just enough.

"You can watch whatever you like, I'm going out with my friends," I said, stopping by the kitchen to see if there was any alcohol I could swipe.

"Not like that, you are," my Dad said from the couch. His voice grew to a familiar scolding tone. Whatever, I was expecting this.

"It's fine, Dad," I said and settled on just a bottle of water since he was staring at me--actually he's staring at my bare ass while I'm bent over in the fridge--weird.

"What did you say to me?" My father stood, his 6'3 frame filling the living room as he stalked over to me.

"Relax. It's not that big of a deal. Everyone else is dressed like this and--" I argued, but his heavy footsteps pounded toward me.

"I don't give a shit what other sluts do, my daughter is not going to dress like a fucking whore on the street corner!" he yelled, wagging his finger in my face. I hated it when he did that; I wanted to break it off. Too bad he towered over me, and his biceps were half the size of my waist.

"I'll be a whore if I want be a whore!" I shot back, feeling my temper get the better of me. "I'm 18 now, dad, I can do whatever I want with my body," I said and rubbed my hands over my breasts.

"Not while you're living under my roof!"

"I'm not, I'm living with my Mom," I replied with all the attitude I could muster, knowing I just struck the winning blow. I walked around my Dad with a little dance in my step as I moved for the door. "Don't wait up for me, Dad."

I had my hand on the doorknob when I felt hands grip my arms.

"Hey--no--Dad!" I shouted and was suddenly lifted off of my feet, yanked backward, and tossed onto the couch. "What the fuck? Dad!"

The darkness in his eyes grew darker as a snarl formed on his face.

"What did you just say to me? What the fuck did you just say to me?" he boomed as he stomped over me.

My adrenaline spiked as fear flooded my veins. Suddenly, I realized I was alone in this apartment with this man who could end me with his bare hands.

"Daddy, wait--wait! I'm sorry!" I cried. He grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the other side of the couch where I was bent over the arm. "Ahh! Dad!"

"I'm going to teach you to respect me again, one way or another," he growled.

SMACK!

"Ahhh! Daddy!" I yelped when I felt a sharp pain in my ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"This is what happens to filthy fucking sluts in my house," Daddy yelled as he spanked my bare ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"AHhhhh shit--fuck! Daddy no, I'm sorry!" I whimpered. He smacked under my skirt leaving my ass to feel in a permanent state of sting. Like lightning was constantly zapping me.

"You like that, whore? Is that what you're after? Is that what you want?" he asked and yanked back on a lock of my hair as he punished my ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ahhhhh! Ohh... God..." I screamed in pain and then moaned to my surprise. Something switched when he yanked back on my hair that changed my punishment into something confusingly pleasurable? My position reminded me of one of those cheesy porn vids I would watch to get off, only it was more than kind of weird that I was feeling this pleasure with my Dad.

"Oh, what was that? What was that? Are you getting wet back here?" Daddy asked as his hand lifted my skirt and I felt his finger rub across my pussy lips roughly.

"Ew! Dad! Dad! Oh... oh... Daddy... Daddy... Oh my God, Daddy..." My protests quickly weakened to moans as his fingers went from probing me to penetrating me in a second. "Oh, my God, Daddy--what are you do--ahhhh!"

Daddy's fingers pumped in and out of my tight tiny pussy roughly. Within seconds I could hear how soaked I was as his fingers fucked my pussy deeper than I've ever felt. My eyes flirted with rolling backward and my thighs started to twitch uncontrollably.

"Look at your fucking worthless cunt--you're leaking everywhere! you are a little whore, aren't you? A skanky cum whore, that's all my daughter is," he barked but I was too lost in the moment to do more than whine a moan.

My mouth agape, I screamed as my orgasm attacked me like a lion. My bubble butt bounced up and down as I cried and my pussy spilled juices down my tender thighs as I came.

"Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck--Daddy!" I cried as I came hard on my Daddy's hand.

"Jesus! Look at this mess you made, you fucking slut..." Daddy complained as I felt him wipe the juices from his fingers on my bruised ass cheeks.

"S-Sorry, Dad--Daddy," I stuttered, drifting between consciousness and brain dead from the orgasm.

"If you want to sit up, tell me that you're a dirty cum slut," Daddy ordered.

"I'm--I'm a dirty cum slut, Daddy," I babbled between panting breaths.

"That's my good girl..." he said and let go of me.

I sat up feeling woozy and my ass cheeks were still sore. Catching my breath, my eyes perked up when I heard the familiar sound of a heavy metal belt being undone.

"Um, Daddy..." I hesitated, but before I could finish, his jeans were down and my Daddy's long veiny cock hung before my face, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off of it. "Daddy, I-I-I don't know, um--"

"You said you were a whore right?" Daddy said stroking his heavy cock in my face. "Prove it."

I opened my mouth to speak but Daddy stabbed the head of his throbbing cock between my lips.

"Mmm! Mmmmmm!" I hummed with wide eyes and tall eyebrows. I tasted the saltyness of Daddy's cock as he shoved in and out of my mouth.

"There you go, whore. Suck Daddy's dick like a good little slut," he groaned.

I couldn't pull away with his hands gripping the back of my head, but in truth I didn't know if I wanted to. As wrong as it was, after my orgasm, my body was responding to Daddy in a way I never thought before. Tasting his cock, I felt the slippery mess grow between my thighs.

Oh my God, I want this... I want my Daddy's cum!

Daddy's grip tightened, gripping locks of my hair as he thrusted his cock down my throat. I looked up at him with innocent eyes as he glared down at me with an aggressive intensity.

"That's it my little slut. Take that big fucking cock," he said. His thick muscles flexed as he fucked my mouth. The entire length of his cock pulling out and disappearing as he shoved it in my mouth and to the back of my throat. "Christ, you fucking whore, you're gonna make Daddy cum."

Daddy gripped a fist full of my hair with both hands, holding my head in place, and shoved his cock deep in my mouth. Suddenly, I felt his cock flex and his balls raise as a fountain of his cum spilled down my tongue to the back my throat.

"MMmmmmmmm mmmmmmm!" I whined as tears ran down my mascara. Drool and cum spilled out the corners of my lips. I drank down what I could, but Daddy's cum was too much for me. When his cock finally withdrew, I gasped and coughed for a full minute.

"Good girl... that's my good whore..."

"Thank you--thank you, Daddy," I whimpered, but a quiet part of me wanted more.

"You're welcome," he said and sat on the couch beside me. "You're starting to sound like my daughter again, but we still got to get that whore out of you, don't we?"

"Y-Yes, Daddy."

"Good. Now wrap you cum slut lips around this cock until it's hard again. Daddy wants to fuck his baby girl."

I sucked his dick so long I lost track of time and space. I forgot I was with Daddy. I forgot I was in his apartment. I forgot it was daddy's thick cock I was drooling over. My hips squirmed as I felt my wetness growing at the prospect of getting fucked by Daddy. I forgot my bratty attitude and my skanky friends and became Daddy's good girl. I might have been 18 years old, but I was still his princess. And I will do whatever it takes to make Daddy happy.

"That's it... fuck, you're getting better at that. Suck your Daddy's big fucking, cock," he growled. He sat on the couch, and I knelt beside him as drips of saliva lubricated his hardening shaft. When he was half-mast, he bucked his hips up, penetrating the back of my throat and bruising the roof of my mouth.

"Auauuck! Ughhahahhck!" I choked on Daddy's cock as his thick shaft widened my lips to capacity. I tried to pull away but Daddy gripped the back of my head and forced my face down further. Tears filled my eyes as I choked and groaned but Daddy only moaned.

"Ughhhh, that's it, baby girl... Choke on that fucking dick."

Just when I thought I might pass out or throw up, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me off of him.

Gasping. Panting. Groaning. Salivating.

I did all of those things at the same time while daddy stood, went around my backside, and repositioned me like a fuck doll piece of furniture in his apartment. He pushed my face down into the couch cushion and left my ass up in the air for him.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ahhhhhhmmmm!" I screamed when her spanked my already raw ass.

"Look at this fat ass, you must be a good little whore. You like getting spanked little whore?"

"Y-Yes, Dadd--Ahhhhh fuck!" I cried out when he spanked me more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Mmmmm... I love watching you bounce like that, almost as much as I love hearing you scream."

"D-Daddy, w-what a-are you doing?" I asked hesitantly, looking over my shoulder. I felt something brushing my drenched pussy lips and it wasn't his hand.

"I'm going to fuck some respect into my slut of a daughter," he groaned as he started to push it inside me.

"W-Wait, Daddy. W-Without a condom I-I could get--Ughhhh fuck! Daddy!" I clenched as he shoved his cock deep inside my pussy. My thighs quivered almost as much as my ass seized from the mix of pleasure and pain.

"Ugh... God, you're so fucking tight... That's my good fucking girl. Now Take Daddy's cock."

Bucking his hips, Daddy made the entire couch shake with how hard and fast he ravaged my pussy. His big cock stretched me beyond what I thought was possible and beat against my cervix like a drum. My face pressed against the cushion as I screamed as the loud clapping my Daddy pounding my body filled the apartment.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, my God! Dadddddyyy!" I cried as I felt a switch in my body and my knees inverted as my eyes rolled backward. The pain his ravaging dick caused blurred into the background as a tsunami of pleasure drowned my body. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck--oh fuck--Daddy, I'm cumming!" I screamed into the couch.

My legs spasmed, and I seized on the couch as a squirt of juices spilled out of me like a leaky water facet. I tried to scream. I tried to breathe. I tried to control my body but I could do none of it. Only Daddy could control me as he flexed his muscles, tightened his grip on hips and shoulder and forced me down on the couch like the dirty fucking whore that I was. In silence of the moment, I could only hear the wet, hard thumps of his big fucking cock stabbing my cunt, until finally the orgasm relented and I could suck down a ragged breath.

"Ohmyfuckinggoddddd!" I cried as the pleasure of my rough fucking felt like electricity in my veins.

"Ugh, I fucking love hearing my slut scream. God, I'm going to cum so fucking hard inside your tight cunt," he grunted with every hard thrust. My tits bounced and clapped together with every buck of his hips.

"W-Wait Daddy," I panted, panic in my breath, "Cum on my ass--oh, shit... C-Cum on my face, but d-don't cum in my--my... oh my Godddd..." I screamed as Daddy rammed my pussy harder and faster, making me unable to speak and bringing me to the edge of another orgasm. His hand grabbed a lock of my blonde hair, yanking my head back as I felt his fingers dig hard enough into my hips to leave a bruise.

"Cumming," Daddy grunted in two syllables like the words were heavy. I felt his thick cock slam deep inside me as it throbbed and his balls flexed, shooting warm jizz over his daughter's insides.

"AHhhhhhh fuck--Jesus..." I moaned, reeling from another orgasm as I felt the semen pooling in my pussy. Breathlessly and mindlessly, my vision blurred as I tried to focus. "Oh my... fuck..."

I yelped in shock when he withdrew his cock from me, and dropped me to the couch cushion like a bag of trash. I lay there curled in a ball as I regained my breath and mind while Daddy dressed. After a moment he turned on the TV.

"Go on, it's Friday. Go meet up with your friends and get out of my seat," he said, zipping up his pants.

My body trembled as I slowly sat up and stood. Finding my shirt and fixing my skirt, I limped over to the door, feeling Daddy's cum start to dribble out of my pussy.

"And honey?" he called, pausing me at the door. Daddy sat on the couch and found a sports game on TV. He glanced over to me when he spoke. "Be home at 11 o'clock. You know what happens now if you disrespect me."

I nodded and said in a shaky voice. "Yes, Daddy."

By the time I made it to the street, my limp was mostly gone and I felt a trail of cum stretching down my inner thigh. A small smirk grew in the corner of my mouth as I entertained the idea of coming home at midnight tonight, just to give Daddy a reason...