Retribution: Daddy's Discipline

Sasha

Sasha

Holy hell! Why do I feel so sore...?

I moan, trying to stretch out my body but find that something is pinning my arms to my front. My eyes flutter open, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I stare into a hairy chest, and a second of confusion fills me before everything floods back into focus; images of my stepfather using my body for his own fucked up sexual indulgence make me gasp in revolting shock, and yet muddled happiness makes my pussy throb at the memory of his big dick viciously attacking it. I try to shove him away from me but his arms tighten around my body like a ravenous boa constrictor, my fruitless attempts to free myself making him chuckle with amusement.

"Finally awake," he says. I look at him and scowl at his wide grin.

"Let me go,fuckwad!" I scream, trying yet again to escape his grasp.

"Back to your old bitchy self, I see." He rolls over so that his body is over mine, his heavy weight pinning me to the bed. The position isn't painful or even uncomfortable, but it still sends a crystal-clear message: he's in control. "You still have a long way to go before you've become my perfect little whore."

I glare at him, my heart racing at the word 'whore'. "You're gonna fuck me again?"

"Obviously. We only just started. Besides, you enjoyed last night a lot as well, didn't you?"

He leans in, gently biting my earlobe then sucking it into his mouth. I stifle a moan, refusing to let him know the kind of effect he has on me. "I didn't like it at all, sicko!"

He lets out a deep laugh, his hand sliding down to squeeze my thigh. "Do people come multiple times from something they don't like?"

He then lightly slaps my leg, making me yelp in surprise.

"Now, let me tell you how things are going to work from now on," he states, his green eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Like I said before, you'll call me Daddy from now on. And I expect nothing but the utmost respect and obedience."

I open my mouth to protest but the icy glare he gives me makes me snap it shut.

"Every morning when I wake up, I expect you to suck me off. After that, you'll do all the chores that need to be done since Jayna won't be working here anymore. If you do a good enough job, I won't punish you. But if you don't... well, you'll find out soon enough. Is that all clear?"

I gape at him, the realization that I've no choice but to agree finally sinking in. "Yes... Daddy."

He smiles proudly. "Good girl. And of course, your body is for me to use any time and in any way I want. That means you'll wear the sexiest clothes and underwear you have in this house. Understand?"

My pussy clenches at the future experiences it's going to endure. "Yes, Daddy."

Swiftly, he rolls us both around so that I'm now the one who's on top. "Now suck me off, slut."

My eyes widen at the sudden demand, my natural reaction to object bubbling up to the surface, but his grave expression warns me not to piss him off. I sit up, then look down at what my daunting opponent. His dick is limp yet still quite impressive. Last night it felt as if it was about six inches long and as thick as my wrist, which would've been too much for my first time if I hadn't been insanely turned on. But now he expects me to give him a somewhat okay blowjob when I've practiced on nothing but an unfeelingdildo?

I shut my eyes and take a few deep breaths to steel myself before I shift my body position until I'm lying down on my stomach in-between his legs. I gawp at the monster in front of me for a few moments before I lower my head and tentatively lick it. He lets out a small moan at the contact, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair. I do it again, the salty taste of my own pussy and his cum coating his shaft causing arousal to spike in my body.

What the fuck iswrongwith me?! I shouldn't be enjoying this at all! Is this an aftereffect of the sudden horniness I had felt yesterday?

Before I could ponder that any more, his deep voice interrupts my thoughts: "Take it in, little girl. I want to feel that sexy damn mouth of yours."

I take a hold of the base of his dick, closing my eyes before I open my mouth and take in the head. He groans in pleasure, his hand pushing my head down to swallow more. Luckily, his cock is still quite flaccid so I'm able to do it, and when my nose presses against his hairy groin I let out a whimper of accomplishment.

A few seconds go by with me stuck in this position before I start to use my tongue to caress the bottom of his cock.

"Fuck, yes..." he says in a gravelly voice. "That's it. Make my dick happy, Sasha."

This damn asshole! Talking to me as if I'm just a hole for him to use! When I get the chance to free myself from this situation, I'll make sure to tear him down so ruthlessly that he won't ever be able to imagine getting back up again.

But for now, I helplessly bob my head up and down, sucking him hard and circling my tongue around his sensitive, mushroom head whenever I can, trying to apply all the tips I've learned from educational sex sites and porn. With my attentions, his dick gets bigger and harder, filling my mouth to the point of making me unable to take its entire length in anymore. To make up for it, I use my hand to stroke the bottom half of it, my spit acting as lube to help it glide more easily.

Guttural groans and swears of approval leave his throat, his grip in my hair tightening but not in a painful way. If his large gut wasn't in the way I could be seeing the ecstasy his face probably has right now--not that I want to, clearly!

Time goes by and I notice that I'm now being a bit too enthusiastic about the blowing him. Mewls and whimpers escape me whilst I perform all the techniques that I can remember to get him off. A dangerous heat pools in my vagina, making it get wetter and wetter with each passing second.

No! I can't be enjoying this! This is so wrong on so many fucking levels but my body won't listen to me as it gets more excited.

"Yes,fuck..." my stepfather says breathlessly. "I'm gonna come. Swallow everything down, whore."

With that, he roughly pushes my head down, forcing me to deepthroat all of him. My eyes widen in shock as the tip enters my throat, my nose pressed to his groin once more. Before I can react, he lets out a yell of satisfaction before the first torrent of cum shoots out of him into my mouth. I shriek, unable to breathe but he keeps me in place, leaving me no choice but to let all his semen rush down my throat. His cock twitches hard whenever a jet of cum leaves it, the sensation of it gleefully emptying all it has into my mouth causing the heat in my pussy to flare up even more.

It feels like centuries pass before his dick finally stops, his hand easing up and allowing me to sit up and breathe again. The thick, salty texture of his jizz smothers my throat, making me cough a little as I struggle to regain my composure.

A few seconds pass before he eventually says, "Holy shit, that was amazing! You are such a good cocksucker, you know that?"

I look at his relaxed, content expression, and for an instant pride wells up in my chest.

What the hell?!

"Am I done here,Daddy?" I quickly ask, putting as much venomous vitriol in the last word as I can.

His smile wanes a little, and he says, "For now. You can go."

I practically fly off the bed, dashing towards the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I'm finally able to take a proper breath of relief.

I can't believe that this is my life from now on, being used like a bitch whenever my stepdad wants it, unable to deny him since I don't want to suffer his true wrath. I can't even depend on Mom right now. She's thousands of miles away and I'm sure he'll restrict my contact with her as well.

I'm trapped, and there's no way out.

I shake my head, attempting to dissipate those depressing thoughts. No, I can free myself from his grimy grasp. Maybe not yet but I'll find an escape, no matter what.

With my newfound resolve I straighten myself out, walking towards the shower stall for a much-needed wash. As I wait for the water to warm up, I scrutinize my reflection in the mirror. A fucking hot mess would be an understatement: my shirt is still pulled up to reveal my boobs, my nipples still hard as diamonds, my hair is in a tangled disarray and my purple lip-gloss is smudged across my lips. But my bare lower half is what truly catches my eye; my stepfather's dried cum covering my groin and thighs, proof of his sexual domination. My pussy begins to pulse again as I unintentionally recall the events, and I have to pinch myself to stop fantasizing about them.

I quickly brush my teeth, using a tongue scrapper and rinsing with mouthwashthricejust to get rid of the gross semen aftertaste. I then jump into the shower, squeezing out a large quantity of my rose-scented bodywash onto my towel before thoroughly scrubbing off all traces of my stepdad until my skin becomes sore and slightly red from the effort. When I'm done, I wrap a towel around my body and then stop at the door. Pressing my ear against it, I cautiously listen for any signs of his presence, and when I can't hear anything, I muster up the courage to unlock and crack open the door. Through the tiny gap, I don't see him anywhere so I step out and sprint for my bedroom door, locking it with an urgency. I finally exhale a sigh of relief, my pounding heart calming down to a normal rate again. Ireallydid not want the damn pervert to watch me as I changed. I'm already humiliated enough as it is.

I walk towards my vanity table, sitting down and softly massage cocoa butter lotion all over my sensitive skin before heading for the closet.Shit! Since Florida can be hot as hell, most of my clothing is short and tight but now that I'm living with a sex predator, it'd be more than stupid for me to wear them. The best I can find for now is an oversized T-shirt and shorts that just go past the knees. My underwear though is an entirely different issue. I only have the sexiest kind there is: pushup bras, pasties, thongs, G-strings.Notbecause I'm a slut like my stepfather claims I am but sometimes a girl just wants to look good for herself.

Groaning in frustration, I just choose whatever's on top without any more thought and put on my outfit. Satisfied enough with my choice, I walk to the door, steeling myself before I unlock and open it. I step out into the hallway and see no sign of him. Thank fuck! Maybe he tired himself out, with him being such an obese piece of shit.

I walk downstairs to the kitchen, my stomach grumbling its complaints, but soon the previous tension I had reenters my body when I see my stepdad seated at the table, an open newspaper in hand.

"About damn time," he grumpily says as soon as he sees me. "I want two fried eggs sunny-side up, four bacon strips, three slices of toast and a strong cup of joe."

This... damn...motherfucker! He's just talking to me as if I'm just an insignificant little waitress! If only I could poison his stupid food--

"Well? Are you going to get moving, or do you need a demonstration of what happens when you don't listen?"

That halts my malicious thoughts and spurs me into action. I quickly gather all the ingredients and equipment, which causes him to chuckle to my annoyance. I do my best to ignore his stares as I make both of our breakfasts, my own immense appetite prohibiting me from undercooking his portion to hopefully make him sick. When I've finished, I set his plate in front of him then sit down with my own and a glass of orange juice, about to take a bite out of my bacon.

"Stop," he commands.

I look up at him with blatant irritation and ask sharply, "What?"

"You aren't allowed to eat until I say so."

I stare at his calm, gleeful expression. He can'tactuallybe serious, can he?

"I'm dead serious," he adds, as if hearing my thoughts loud and clear.

I take a few more seconds to process his words before I finally put my bacon down. He smirks arrogantly before he begins to unhurriedly eat his food.

Forget poisoning him. I'dmuchrather beat his ugly smile off his face with a pan!

I suffer for an eternity--or more accurately twenty minutes­--as I watch him savor each bite like it'll be the last. Only when his plate his empty does he sigh out his approval beforefinallysaying, "You can eat now."

I stand to reheat my now cold food but he stops me yet again. "No. Eat it as it is."

"No fucking way!" I answer instinctively.

His eyes darken in a way that somehow both terrifies and electrifies me. Oh my god... He'sreallygoing to torture me.

I sit back down and before I can even think of taking a bite he adds, "What do you say?"

I tense up, my stomach churning but my heart fluttering as I whisper, "Thank you... Daddy."

He grins and nods his approval. I begin to eat my cold food, the taste unappealing and the texture tough yet I soldier on still, my hunger too great to disregard and as soon as I swallow down the last morsel he makes another demand.

"Now stand," he says nonchalantly. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion but still do as I'm told. "Take off your clothes."

Shit!

I gape at him, unwilling to do as he says but still understand that choice here doesn't exist for me anymore. With shaky hands, I unbutton and push the shorts down to the floor, then I lift my shirt, placing it on the chair I had just vacated. I'm now stand in the middle of the kitchen, wearing nothing but fire-red lace balconette bra with a matching thong that I severely regret choosing now as he appraises me like a talent show judge.

"Hmm...I was going to punish you for the shirt and pants, but that underweardefinitelyhelped you out," he says, thirst shining in his eyes.

My body becomes stiff. He's been talking a lot about punishing me. I know that what my mom and I were planning to do was pretty fucked up but still, it feels as if there's something more behind his resentment.

"Bend over the table," he commands, pulling me from my thoughts.

I bite my lip and do so, the cold surface a nice, soothing sensation against my burning skin. He then stands and walks around the table until he's right behind me. A few moments go by and I start to wonder what exactly he's doing until I hear it: a sharp, distinct crack. A split second later I then feel it: a stinging heat that radiates in my right asscheek, making me cry out from the abrupt pain. I gasp in perplexed shock, barely processing whatever the hell just happened as he chuckles sadistically.

"I'll give you six spankings for now," he tells me, delight dripping in his voice. "Count them out, little girl."

"Fuck you!" I scream defiantly, but that only makes him laugh even harder.

"Iwillfuck you, very soon," he says bluntly. "But first, your punishment."

He spanks me again, a bit harder this time, forcing another yelp to leave me. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing that I'm at his complete mercy, and say quietly, "One."

"Louder."

A second of hesitation. "One!"

He continues spanking me, giving me enough time to call out the number before he smacks me again. After three strikes he turns his attention to my left buttcheek, ensuring that the fiery pain spreads evenly throughout my ass, but weirdly enough jolting pleasure also travels to my pussy, making me so unbelievably wet.

Am I really getting turned on from this? Am I really becomingthisfucking depraved forthissick asshole of all sick assholes?!

Six hits later he finally halts, and I can breathe again. I try to collect the strength to fight him again but freeze when I hear sounds of his belt jingling and zipper sliding down. His fingers rub my clit through the panties, making me squeal and squirm as pleasure shoots in myfeeling the bulbous head of his cock at my opening before he slams into me, all of him inside in just one swift move.

I scream in surprise but also with thrill as his dick fills me out so good, my pussy squeezing instinctively. He feels just as huge and solid as yesterday, but with this new angle he reaches even deeper than before. He starts pounding into me, the sound of his pelvis smacking into my ass echoing in the kitchen. His fingers wrap around my braids, pulling my head back until my back is arched, making me gasp and support my upper body with my arms.

"You'll always listen to what I say no matter what. Got it?" he grunts out.

"Yes," I reply but then yell when I immediately receive yet another spank.

"Yeswhat?"

"Daddy! Yes, Daddy!"

"Good girl."

Delightful shivers zip down my spine when he says that. Why the hell am I reacting like this?

"You're so damn tight and soaking wet," he comments, grunting as he smashes into me, causing a low moan to escape my mouth. "You love it when I fuck you hard, don't you?"

I shut my eyes, forcing myself to say the words he wants to hear: "Yes, Daddy."

He gently but firmly tugs on my braids, forcing me to stand until my back is pressed against his hairy front. He murmurs into my ear, "Tell me how much you love it."

The sudden change from a rough fucking to a dissatisfying stop makes me mewl in desperate defeat. "I... I love how hard you fuck me, Daddy. I love how you make me feel so good."

He growls out his approval, one of his large hands cupping my breast, kneading it and gently pinching the nipple. "You're going to be a perfect little cocksleeve for me. I'll drill it into you every day until you start begging for my dick yourself."

I whimper, his words making a collision of disdain and desire occur in my body, but I nod powerlessly as I say, "Yes, Daddy..."

He releases my hair, allowing me to collapse back onto the table before he takes a firm hold of my hips and continues ravaging me. His noisy grunts meet with my muted moans, the sound of our bodies connecting joining our voices. Then it starts to happen, the buildup of yet another incredible climax, and that's when some sense at last returns to me.

No!I don't want to come from him raping me again. In addition to that, I can't let him come inside me again. Even though I'm on birth control, it's still a risk I'm not willing to take.

"Please don't!" I beg, despite knowing that he won't listen to me.

"Don't what?" he asks, followed by a particularly hard bang into me that makes the tip of his shaft brush against my cervix.

Incomprehensible bliss almost drowns me but I still manage to hold on to my sanity. "Please don't come inside me!"

An eerie, foreboding laugh leaves him, the speed of his harsh fucking increasing as the need for his own release expands. "I already told you before that I'll come wherever I want, and today it's going to be in your nice fucking cunt."

Stinging loss emanates in my chest, knowing that I truly don't have any control of him--or even my ownlife--anymore. His pace quickens, the lingering pain from all those spanks flaring up again at the force of his groin smashing into my butt, and I feel his cock enlarge inside my channel before he bellows out, "Fuck!"

His semen surges into me, triggering my own fucked up orgasm to engulf me in blazing glory. A long, harsh scream tears out of my throat, tears streaming down my face whilst my body shakes violently, my pussy quivering and constricting like crazy. The flood of cum spurting out of his jerking dick wets my vagina even more as I hear him groan and cry out his delight. We're stuck in this position for what seems like decades before we finally begin to descend from our high and we both pant hard in unison. Sluggishly, he pulls out, some globs of cum escaping my sore hole and dribbling down my legs.