Retribution: Daddy's Discipline

Jason

Jason

Revenge is so, sosweet!

I can't help but walk with a pep in my step and have a sparkle in my smile as I savor my second chance in life. There's so much I want to do to enjoy this amazing gift, but I have to do all I can to protect myself from those two vultures for now. Well, with Sasha under my thumb now I'm already loving life!

I step into the bank, meeting with a consultant and following all his advice to ensure that nobody except me has any access to my money. A few hours later, I arrive at a law firm. It's about high time I get rid of the disrespectful bitch Amanda, and I can't wait to see the look on her face when she gets served. I enter the building and enquire about the best divorce lawyers they have. I'm referred to a Mr. Lockwood who is fortunately free for a consultation right now, and I thank Retribution for making my life a thousand times simpler. A short, stern-looking man greets me when I enter his office, countless degrees, plaques and awards lining the walls, and I'm already convinced that he'll help me win effortlessly.

"Welcome, Mr. Kingsley," he says, shaking my hand. "I see that you've been severely fucked over."

I laugh at his astute observation. "That obvious?"

"Yes, but don't worry. I'll make sure that they get what they deserve at least ten-fold."

"That'sexactlywhat I want."

We sit down and I tell him the story of my wife's cheating and plans to frame me of a crime I didn't commit to wring out all she can from me. He listens attentively, not interrupting me even once, and when I'm finally finished a beaming grin breaks out across his face as he simply says, "This is a gold mine, Mr. Kingsley."

Oh, I definitely like him!

After working out most of the details of the divorce, I shake hands with him once more before leaving. The first time around, Amanda managed to screw me over so bad that I had to sell most of my belongings just to get a half decent lawyer who clearly didn't help my situation at all. This time, with a topnotch lawyer by my side, she'll be the one to know what hell is.

There's just one place left for me to visit now; I head towards my favorite bar,The Lucky Club, a fitting name for my situation now. When I enter, I note that it's quite empty since it's only early afternoon. I spot Henry and Fred, my two best buds, already seated at our usual spot, seemingly deep in a conversation.

"Hey, boys!" I greet cheerily.

They greet me back just as joyfully, which is more than a pleasant surprise. In my other life before I later lost contact with them, they were dealing with their own immense issues from their own evil families, so we were generally a depressing-looking bunch. But now, they have the same elated glow in their faces that I have, and I think I can guess as to why that is.

"I see that y'all got some good news to share!" I state as I take a seat.

"You havenoidea," Freddy says, making Henry nod his head in agreement.

"Oh, so a guy named Retribution didn't visit you and give you a second chance in life then?"

They blink rapidly in astonishment before we all simultaneously burst out in laughter.

"Holy shit! So, we'realllucky bastards, huh?" Henry exclaims happily.

"If we play things right, that is," Fred says cautiously.

"Well, I'm already doing my part on that front," I declare.

I begin to tell them my story: my previous tough life, the meeting with Retribution, the miraculous aphrodisiac, how it turned Sasha into the sluttiest whore ever, how I took everything she could use to escape, how I cut off both her and my future ex-wife from my money and lastly my consultation with Mr. Lockwood.

They all listen intently, and when I'm done, they give me the broadest smiles I've seen in far too damn long from them.

"Shit, man. You reallydiddo your part!" Fred says with pride. Henry nods his approval as well. "That drug... it really only took one drop to turn her on like crazy?"

"Yep," I confirm, taking it out of my pocket and setting it on the table. "Despite its look, this lil' guy can pack a real punch."

Henry takes it and holds it up to the light, carefully inspecting it. "It looks just as ordinary asmygift from Retribution."

"What is it?"

He smirks, passing the drug to Freddy before he hands me his phone. An app loads on, a simple pink bow shimmers in the center of the screen before the home page appears. Everything sex-related is here, from vibrators and handcuffs, to paddles and anal plugs and lube. Whilst I dabble in BDSM myself, Henry is a bona fide fanatic so this kind of thing isn't unexpected to me whatsoever. Yet I still fail to see what's so special about it, especially as his alleged method of payback.

"Choose anything you want," he tells me with a knowing grin.

I scroll down until I decide to tap on a vivid red love egg. Only two buttons, one a massive red 'X' and the other a giant green checkmark appear. No price, no 'Add to cart', nothing else. I furrow my brows in confusion but still go choose to tap on the checkmark and before I can even blink, a tiny black box with a sparkly pink bow tied around it just...materializesout of nowhere, right in front of me! I stare at Fred's smug face with bewilderment.

"No damn way!" I exclaim, which makes them both chuckle.

"I couldn't believe it either," Fred expresses. "But trust when I say that it'sexactlywhat you bought."

Tentatively, I tug on the bow and lift the lid as discreetly as possible, not wanting anyone else to see anything they shouldn't. Sure enough, there it is nestled in the center of a cushion: the exact same red love egg that I had just bought.

"And you don't even need a remote or an app to control it," Henry says, lightly tapping his temple.

Returning my focus onto the toy, one word appears in my mind:on. It begins to vibrate gently, causing me to panic for a couple of seconds before I instruct it to turn off. The guys laugh even harder, and I can't help but crack a smile as well.

"You're gonna break Holly and Poppy with a damn arsenal," I joke, thinking of how he's going to make the identical twins squirm underneath his thumb.

"Yep. Serves them more than right," he says with an all-too-familiar edge of bitterness dripping from his words.

"I can keep this, right?"

"Sure, pal. Go crazy with it."

"And you, Fred?"

He smiles wide, also passing me his phone. A photo of Emma, his step-niece emerges. He says, "Take note of the timestamp."

Yesterday's date appears in the bottom right corner of the screen and the time is around one p.m. I swipe to the next picture, and my eyes almost pop out at what's displayed. She's gazing at the camera with her typical ditzy expression whilst looking drop-dead gorgeous in a fire red Playboy bunny costume I've ever seen. It clings to her body like a second skin, its neckline so low it's more accurate to call it a breastline, her pink areola slightly in view. Giant floppy ears make her already cute face look even cuter, but the white fishnet stockings along with the red stilettos she's wearing give her a racy edge.

My eyes concentrate on her neck, noticing that the standard detachable collar isn't there. In its place is a silver necklace, the hanging heart adornment gleaming with an almost otherworldly sheen, accentuating her appearance even more.

I glance at the timestamp and realize that its only four seconds after the first photo.

"Holy fuck!" I say in disbelief. "How?!"

"That necklace she's wearing can make her wear any kind of outfit I want her to, just like that," he explains, snapping his fingers for emphasis. "A bunny, cat, waitress, flight attendant, nurse--you name it. My special little porn star."

"Damn... I'd love to see Sasha wearing those," I say wishfully.

My cock even begins to stir at the thought of her voluptuous body in a skimpy getup with the addition of the love egg vibrating inside her, making her moan and so damn soaked for me.

"One day I'll let you borrow the necklace," Fred says with a chuckle.

"I'll hold you to that!"

I spend the rest of the afternoon listening to their sides of the stories, their lives following a similar trajectory to mine. Tragedy and suffering in the first lifetime, Retribution saving them from a near-death experience, travelling back in time to yesterday, and receiving weapons to enact their revenge.

Resentment deepens in my soul as they tell me more and more details of their plight. My best buds put up with so much pain just because of some spoilt rotten teenagers, and my need to punish Sasha has now been set in stone.

Evening arrives and we decide to part ways as the bar is starting to get packed, knowingly smiling at each other as we think of our rewards waiting for us back home. I drive back as fast as I can, images of Sasha's erotic body succumbing to the little gift I received arousing me once more. When I enter the house, I'm greeted by an aroma of a mouthwatering meal being prepared, but resist heading straight for the kitchen and instead choose to inspect the place. I notice that the floors have been swept and mopped, the furniture dusted down, the beds made, the clothes washed and organized, and even the toilets have been scrubbed to a gleam.

Wow! She has managed to stun me with her compliance. Truthfully, I thought I was going to need to teach her another lesson, but it seems that she has finally gotten the message of her having no choice but to satisfy me.

Eventually, I walk into the kitchen, beaming at the wonderful sight before me. With her back facing me as she works at the stove, Sasha hasn't noticed my presence yet so I do nothing but appreciate her pretty baby blue sundress that shows off her long, toned legs as the hem ends just a couple inches below her ass. I sneak up to her, not wanting to alert her just yet. When I'm right behind her, I cup her pussy, shocked but happy to find no barrier this time. She screams and drops the ladle she was stirring with.

"Are youserious?!" she yells furiously.

"Is that how you greet me?" I ask in a cautionary tone.

Instantly, her body tenses up and she hurriedly replies, "No. I'm sorry, Daddy."

I smile at her cooperation. "Good girl. You've been listening to me for once."

I play with the lips of her pussy, noting how slick they already are.

"I've got a very special gift for you."

"What--"

Before she can finish her question, I slip the egg into her cunt and will it to vibrate on the lowest setting. Her sharp gasp tells me that it has obeyed my call, and I internally thank both Henry and Retribution for yet another beautiful blessing.

"You're going to wear that everyday unless I say otherwise," I order her.

"I... Ican't," she whines breathlessly, gripping the edge of the counter for dear life.

"Yes, you can andwill. As my slave, you'll do everything I want you to. Unless you prefer to be punished?" She shakes her head vigorously. "Good. Now finish up. I'm starving."

She returns--or at least tries to--her focus to the food. I turn towards the table and notice a glass of water half-full. Smiling mischievously, I stealthily add a drop of the drug to her water and then sit down as if nothing happened.

Five minutes later, she places a steaming pile of coconut rice and the juiciest looking chicken in front of me before she sits down with her own food, whimpering quietly as she does.

This time, I decide to be lenient and say, "You may eat."

She blinks rapidly in surprise before she says, "Thank you, Daddy."

She begins to eat, unaware of the little present in her glass. I scoop up some rice and chicken, and paradise instantly envelops my tastebuds. Holy...hell! I didn't know she could cook like a mean thing! She has always been so pampered that any kind of housework was dumped on Jayna our former maid, but now here I am stumped by the hidden talent she possesses. I thought I already knew everything about her beforehand but apparently not.

Well, whatever. If anything, this just proves even more how cunning she always has been and how I can't let her get the better of me this time.

About halfway through the meal, she at long last takes a gulp of her water. A few seconds pass before she inhales audibly and then moans, fidgeting in her seat as the aphrodisiac courses through her body. I smile but stay silent, continuing to eat my fill. Sounds of her arousal become louder and more frequent as time goes on, the drug and sex toy combined making it impossible for her to keep her composure.

When I swallow the last bite, I give her a cocky smirk and ask, "Something wrong?"

She can't help but give me an irritated yet lustful glare as yet another moan escapes her.

"Come here."

She stands and unsteadily walks towards me, a look of defeat on her face, a fist holding down the hem of her dress. "Turn around."

"Please..." she starts but doesn't continue, accepting that there's no point in resisting.

"Now, little girl," I demand.

She finally obeys, turning around to reveal the damp spot on her dress right where her pussy is. I laugh, lifting up the hem to reveal her glistening prize. I then command the vibe to increase to medium intensity, which is enough for her as she lets out a startled cry and her legs give out. I wrap my arms around her, catching her just in time, and feel her body tense and quake as she comes hard.

Her orgasmic waves finally subside when I will the toy to stop, and I say mockingly, "You're such a whore, being able to come just like that."

She moans weakly, absolutely destroyed by her powerful climax and my astute words. Chuckling enthusiastically, I lift her up in my arms and carry her up to my bedroom. Laying her face-down on the bed, I don't waste any more time as I swiftly remove my trousers and boxers, my half-hard dick springing free. I pull the now glossy egg out of her channel, long sticky strands of her wetness connecting it to her hole. She sighs out with relief, and I laugh at how I'm going to destroy her hope straightaway.

Aiming my cockhead at her opening, I push into her, her pussy so soaked that I practically glide in.

"Daddy..." she mewls, her back arching as I stretch out her cunt.

When I feel my dick lightly press against her cervix, I cover her body with mine, pinning her wrists down to the mattress before I start using her with abandon. Cries of pleasure escape her lips each time I slide in and out of her, all of her prior inhibitions entirely gone as she instinctively counteracts my thrusts by humping her ass back against me. A delightful idea pops into my mind, forcing me to stop despite the wondrous bliss rushing in my veins. She gasps, looking back at me with confusion.

"W-why did you stop...?" she huskily whines and tries to tempt me to continue as she wiggles her butt.

"No reason," I cheekily answer.

"No...please..."

"Please what?"

She's silent, still futilely attempting to make me resume the fucking, her pussy twitching hungrily around my throbbing member.

I lean in to whisper right into her ear, "If you want something from me, Sasha, you need tobegfor it."

She whimpers and shakes her head, her resolve not completely dissipated yet, but I know that it'll change very soon.

I remain still, refusing to let her get her way. Hardly twenty seconds pass before she murmurs something.

"What was that?" I say.

"Please...fuck me!" she shouts out. "Use my pussy however you want! Please just fuck me, Daddy!Please!"

I grin wide, her former bitchy, cruel nature now replaced by a slutty, submissive one that does nothing but turn me on to the extreme. "Good girl."

I heed her plea, ramming into her so hard that we start to lightly bounce on the bed. Reaching an arm underneath her, I press the egg to her hypersensitive clit whilst it vibrates on the highest possible setting, forcing a piercing scream to tear out of her. Sounds of my pelvis slamming into her ass fill the room, her thrilled wails and my maniacal grunts joining our sexy cacophony.

"Oh, Daddy,fuck!" she yells out. "I'm coming!"

Without further ado, her cunt clenches down on my cock as if terrified of losing it, her body trembling like no other as she sobs out her contentment. I immediately follow her lead, roaring out my satisfaction as my own orgasm crashes into me, my dick jerking wildly as ropes of cum fill her up. We stay like that for what feels like eternity, more and more of my semen flooding her ravenous passage, until it finally dwindles, allowing both of us to catch our breaths. Panting hard, I roll off her still shuddering body, my mind clouded by post climactic bliss.

Glancing at her, I see how sleep has almost taken her, her luscious lips slightly parted as she breathes deeply. She actually looks so...innocentlike this, and an old feeling gently tugs at my heart as I take in her beautiful features.

Hell no! I would rather die than feel any kind of pity for her!

"Hey, you aren't done with your duties," I coldly tell her, roughly shaking her so that she rouses from sleep. "Clean up the kitchen first before you pass out."

She groans softly, slowly getting up from the bed, and wobbles away with her dress still bunched up around her waist, some of my cum dribbling down her inner thighs. I smile proudly at the sight and close my eyes, sleep rewarding me for my hard work as I happily think of more ways I can use her.

I'll ruin her worse than she ever did me. Ipromisethat.