Princess 🤍

Naughty girls get what they deserve :)

Tags: daddy x reader, f/m, spanking, daddy kink, slight breathplay, no y/n

“Naughty little girl,” Daddy growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “You know what happens when you break the rules?” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. A sharp slap echoed in the room and you felt its impact on your cheek. “Eyes open when I’m talking to you, pup. What happens when you break the rules?” He tugs at your scalp as you struggle with your words.

“Get- Ah!” Another sharp tug. “Get punished,” You managed. He nodded, curling up his lip as he led you to the edge of the bed. You went to lie facedown but he jerked you back. You whined in confusion, and he sat before you, legs spread open. He patted his lap.

“Strip.” As quickly as possible, you threw off every item of clothing and went to straddle him. He stopped you with a hand. “Nope. You need more than a good fuck right now.” You nearly moaned at his words, and he chuckled, before clearing his throat and shifting his tone. “Now, pet. Over my lap.” Slowly, on shaking legs, you bent your torso to lay over his strong thighs. He grabbed at your hips and shoved you forwards so your head was lying on the bed, your arms going above you to grasp at the comforter. Your toes barely brushed against the carpet behind you, your ass and pussy arched into the cool air. A big warm hand caressed your backside, gripping and rubbing at the skin. You sighed into the feeling, trying to lean back into it.

“You’re getting ten, pet.” It felt like a lightning bolt shot through you as it finally dawned on you what your punishment was. You began to squirm, but his other hand came down to press on your lower back. “You will count every one, or I will start over. Is that understood?” You whined out a pitiful yes, breath already speeding up at the thought of what was to come. You shut your eyes tightly and tensed when the hand left your ass.

Smack! His hand nearly covered half your ass and you could feel it. Your skin stung, but you knew it would only get worse.

“One,” you panted. 

Smack! Somehow, he hit the exact same spot. A keening moan escaped your lips.

“Two.”

Smack!

“Fuck! Three,” You jolted as he hit, yet again, the same spot.

“Language,” Daddy growled, putting extra force into -

“F-four,” You bit down on your lip. He changed his aim, fortunately, but it still hurt.

Smack! Smack! Smack! At the barrage of hits you wriggled in his grasp, unable to get away from the sensations. Your leg muscles were contracting and spasming, desperately trying to escape their torture. In your silence, a low voice grumbled: “Count.”

“Five, six, seven.” You downright moaned the numbers as rough fingers danced across your pussy, gathering your slick that had begun to drip down. You felt Daddy rub against your slit, groaning about how wet you were. He barely stuck the tip of his finger in, teasing and prodding at your entrance, and cooed at you.

“You want it so bad, don’t you Princess? Want Daddy’s fingers in your tight little pussy, huh?” You nodded, pressing your face into the mattress. “What was that, sweetheart? I can’t hear you.”

“Please,” you whined, arching your back towards his hand. He hummed.

“No.” And the finger was gone.

Smack! Directly onto your pussy.

“Ah! Eight,” came the high pitched squeak.

Smack! Two fingers this time, shoving all the way into your pussy. You gasped, pressing back to them.

“Nine,” you practically sobbed it. You were almost done, so close to the end. The fingers twisted and pumped inside of you, bringing you deliciously close to the edge. They disappeared once more, and was replaced with one final:

SMACK! It was the hardest one of them all, and a tear escaped you, quickly soaked up by the fabric of the bedspread. The ‘ten’ was barely whispered, but he heard. He picked you up and moved you to rest on your hands and knees, and you heard his belt clink as it fell to the floor. His hands were rubbing and soothing the angry flesh of your ass as he whispered praises and comforts to you.

“Such a good girl, took it so well. Did so good for me, made Daddy so proud. You want Daddy’s cock?” You cut him off with a loud whiny moan, pressing your hips up and dropping to your forearms. He groaned. “Fuck, baby. Pretty little pussy is fucking dripping for me. Needs my cock so badly.” Something that vaguely sounded like ‘please’ fell from your lips, and he happily obliged. 

You both moaned in sync as he sank into you, finally filling up your tight wet hole. You sighed and melted into the mattress as he began pounding into you, his pelvis slapping against your sensitive skin. You could hardly form words, just managing to make sounds that were muffled by the soft fabric as you buried your face deeper into the comforter. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he hit that sweet spot deep in your belly, and deep guttural groans escaped the both of you.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum, gonna fill you up,” he pressed a hand on the back of your neck and you started to see stars, “ Wanna make you drip. C’mon baby, cum for Daddy, be a good girl.” His babbling sent you over the edge, squeezing your pussy as he bottomed out and spurted into you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t make any noise as darkness blurred the edges of your vision and tears soaked the mattress. One final keening whine left your lips before Daddy pulled out and collapsed next to you, dragging you to lay on his chest. 

It’s late and I can’t sleep, so pent up and needing some way to relieve myself. I pull my hard cock out of my sleep pants and stroke it over you, imagining how you’d look bouncing up and down on it like a good little cockslut. I bite my lower lip, stifling my moans as I buck into my hand, wishing it was your tight little cunt squeezing every last drop of cum out of me. How absolutely peaceful you look, dreaming about who knows what, while I’ve been lying awake in the other room, thinking of you riding me nice and slow. I gasp suddenly, leaning my head back and quickening my pace, my cock twitching as I shoot cum all over your back and hair.

I stand there, panting, still not satisfied, eyeing your perfect silhouette as you lie there, your panties hugging your ass in all the right places. I slowly get onto the bed, sitting behind you as I grind my cock against your ass, almost passing out from holding my breath, hoping you don’t wake up.

It’s still not enough.

I pull your panties off gently, exposing your holes as I rub my cock against the entrance of your cunt.

It’s still not enough.

I give in, pushing it inside of you, telling myself “just the tip” over and over again, until I come to the realization that you’re absolutely soaked.

You’re such a desperate, needy little slut that you couldn’t sleep without watching some rough porn on your phone, and passed out grinding on your bed, probably whimpering and begging for someone to to fill you up.

Before I realize it I’m already balls deep inside of you, pounding your dripping pussy while gripping your thighs tightly. You start to stir but it’s already too late, as I bend over and cover your mouth with my hand.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t want to wake you up but I needed to let out some stress and you looked so good.” I moan, railing into you while you let out surprised shouts and moans into my hand, trying to get away while I press you down into the pillow.

“I’m almost done, baby, just relax and enjoy this, you’ve already gotten wetter than when I started, I can tell you’ve already been begging for strangers to do this to you.”

You lie there, unable to do anything but take the abuse like a good little slut, feeling as my cock presses deep inside of your needy little hole while I cum again, despite your muffled pleas.

The drive to the mall was eventful as well, as I nearly rear ended a car multiple times because I kept glancing over at you bouncing in the passenger seat, singing along to the radio and squeezing your tits together with your elbows, acting completely innocent in your teasing of me.

When we get into the mall you basically spend the whole time draped over my arm, wrapping your arms around mine and pressing my hand in your cleavage, pretending like everything is completely normal as I start to lose my mind. We pass by a Victoria’s Secret and you grab my arm, dragging me over to the displays, talking about how you “have something like this, but wayy more revealing” before looking back up at me and watching my face turning red from imagining it.

We walk down a hallway of the mall, empty rooms dotting either wall, shops that moved out or have yet to even open up, so it’s all eerily quiet. Suddenly, you feel my hand slide across your back, gripping you tightly as I pull you into the bathroom at the end of the hall, shoving you into the stall and locking the door behind me. Before you have a chance to ask what the fuck I’m doing, my hand slips under your skirt and slides across your cunt. “You weren’t going to tell me that you didn’t wear panties, slut?” I ask, staring you straight into the eyes. You stare up at me, your face becoming flush as you sit back onto the toilet lid, your thighs pressing together, already slick from me sliding my fingers across your hole. “I-I must’ve forgotten them, you rush me-“ you begin to say, excusing yourself of blame, when I grab your top and pull it up, letting your tits fall out. “And no bra either, you must’ve been looking for a reason for this to happen to you, right?” I ask, grabbing the buckle of my belt and undoing it, letting it slide out of my belt loops. I grab your wrists and tighten it around them, leaving you unable to use your hands as I grab my pants, my hard cock throbbing in front of your face. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day, you little brat… now you need to face the consequences of doing that.” I say, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving your mouth onto my cock. You choke and drool over it, feeling it hit the back of your throat as I move your head back and forth, fucking that dolled up little face of yours for teasing me for so long. You move your hands to your needy cunt, fingering yourself as I use your mouth, sending reverberations down my shaft with every moan as your drool drips down onto your tits. You play with your nipples, trying hard to not pass out from how rough I’m being, looking up at me with tears in your eyes, stinging from your makeup smearing down your face. “You’ve got such a perfect little throat to fuck, baby, I should’ve just done this sooner, it would’ve saved us a lot of trouble, and I could’ve actually gotten some shopping done.” I moan, lamenting the clothes I passed up because you were too busy doing all but grinding on my leg like the needy whore you are.

I pull my cock out of your throat and smack it against your face, watching you pant, spit bubbles slipping down the corners of your lips as your fingers make a mess out of your pussy. I pick you up and turn you around, flipping the skirt up and seeing the buttplug you put in for me, before sliding my cock along the folds of your pussy, then shoving it all the way in as I rail you mercilessly, gripping your hips hard enough to hurt so so good. You bite your lip, stifling moans and screams as I rail you, realizing that this was all your fault, that I’m going to fill your empty little cunt with as many loads of cum as I can, before making you finish shopping with me as my love drips down your thighs.

“You can take it baby”

“Who’s in charge? Huh?”

“Don’t talk back”

“You think I won’t make you?”

“Be a good little angel for me, alright?”

“Because I said so”

“That’s my girl”

“God you’re beautiful like this”

“Just hold still, let me finish”

push in and out slowly and delicately to ensure i don't wake up and startle at a stranger in my bed. then, when i'm stretched out enough (or when you've gotten tired of fingering me) push me onto my stomach and pull my panties down, exposing my now slick cunt to the cold air of my room.

then, forgetting everything about keeping me asleep, thrust into my needy hole as hard as you can and watch as i startle awake with a jolt and a scream from the sudden intrusion.