Little girl is late coming home and daddy is not happy...
It was pouring raining as I rushed through the neighborhood on my way home. It was already dark out and I knew daddy was going to kill me for being late again. He didn’t want me to go to college and only agreed when I promised to be home every night before it got dark. I had been for a while too, but now the train lines were being worked on so the buses were running late to pick up the slack. It wasn’t my fault, but daddy didn’t care, he still was going to ream me.
I spotted my small, two-story home through the rain drops coating my glasses and in my haste, slipped in a puddle, causing my dress to pool around me on the side walk and my tights to get scuffed up from rocks.
“Oh no!” I cried looking at how soaking wet I was now. My school bag was submerged in a puddle and I scrambled for it, peaking inside and seeing all my school books were now as damp as I was.
“Great, now daddy is gonna kill me and I can’t do my school work,” I frowned, closing he bag and standing up on my feet. I tried my best to straighten out my dress, but it clung to my body like a second skin, revealing the outline of my small panties and my hard nipples.
I stomped my sneakers through the puddles the rest of the way home, dragging my cold body up the stairs to the front door. I pushed my way inside, eager to be somewhere dry, dropping my wet bag and shoes by the coat rack.
I took off my glasses and put them on the table until I could find a glasses cloth to clean them with. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, I saw my normally straightened hair had become curly from the rain and now framed my face in a mess of curls, making me look much younger than 20 years old.
“And just where have you been young lady?” I heard daddy’s voice call from the living room. My heart sat in my throat and I hesitantly stepped forward, coming around the corner to stand in front of my daddy’s chair. He sat perfectly still, his tall, muscular frame dwarfing the chair he sat in.
“Look at you, your dripping water all over the floor!” he scolded and I jumped. Daddy very rarely raised his voice at me, so I knew he must have been angry.
“I’m s-sorry da-daddy. I fell down outside—”
“I don’t want to hear it! Do you see what time it is little girl?”
I looked at the clock hanging on the wall which told me it was a quarter passed seven. I had no idea it was so late and I bit my lip, nervous about what he would do to me.
“You know I don’t like you walking around this late at night! How many times do I have to tell you to be home before the sun goes down? Do you have any idea what could happen to you?”
“I’m sorry daddy!”
“No, you’re not sorry! If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be late. Is this what that school is doing to you, huh? Making you think you don’t need to listen to your daddy?”
“No, no daddy! It’s just that the bus was late and I had to—”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses, you need to be punished. You’re grounded for the next two weeks, no school, no friends, no leaving this house unless you’re with me. Do you understand?”
My heart sank, “Daddy! I have to go to school, you can’t not let me go to class, I’ll fail!”
“Well maybe you should fail. Women aren’t meant to go to school. You’re mother never went to school, she knew the girls should get married, have babies and stay at home to take care of their husbands. You should be getting married by now not spending all day learning about nonsense you’ll never use again.”
“But-but you s-said I could go to school!”
“That’s when you were my good little girl, but now you’re a bad girl and you need to learn a lesson.”
I bowed my head, tears pooling in my eyes, my bottom lip quivering as I tried not to cry.
Daddy stood up from his chair, his tall boy towering over me, making me feel even smaller than I did. He placed his hand on my shoulder and made me flinch. Slowly, he trailed his hand to my face until it was cupping my cheek.
“Do you wanna be daddy’s good girl again?” He questioned softly and I sniffled, tilting my head to look at him. His face wasn’t harsh anymore, he looked like my daddy again but his green eyes looked at me with an emotion I had never seen before.
Still, I nodded my head quickly and he smiled at me, showing me the dimple on his left cheek, the same one I had inherited. I smiled back at him and he let go of me, taking a step back and sitting in his chair.
“First things first, take off that wet dress.” I nodded and moved to go upstairs to get changed.
“No.” Daddy stated firmly, sticking his leg out and blocking my path. “Dress off, now.”
“But, I’ll be naked, daddy.”
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, or did you forget who raised you?”
I blushed, confused by his demand but listened to him. I shakily grabbed the bottom of my dress, peeling it slowly away from my body and over my head. I dropped it on the floor in a pile and quickly raised my arms to cover my small chest. Daddy stepped forward, prying my hands and placing them by my side.
I looked into his eyes and saw them darken, his pupils slowly dilating. “There’s my good girl. Don’t forget those wet panties too.”
Daddy’s finger trailed along the seam of my panties, making a tingly feeling go through my body and I opened my mouth in shock.
I bit my lower lip nervously but slowly took my panties off, leaving them at my ankles. My face was red hot as daddy examined my small frame and bare mound. He drank me in, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time.
He sat down in his chair again and I watched the muscles in his bicep move as he motioned for me to come closer. I stepped out of my panties, padding across the hardwood floor until I stood directly in front of him.
Faster than I could react, he grabbed me and threw me over his lap, my bare bottom high in the ground and my head looking at his feet. I tried to get up, but his thick arm held me down.
“Daddy, what—what are you doing to me?”
“I’m teaching you what happens when you’re a bad girl who makes her daddy worry about her all night.”
I felt his hand rubbing my thighs, inching up to my butt, caressing me and making me feel kind of nice. But, as soon as the caresses stopped, a sharp pain radiated through my body as he brought his hand down to slap me.
“You like being a bad girl, huh?” Daddy asked me through clenched teeth while he smacked my ass rapidly. “You like making daddy punish you?”
I shook my head, wailing loudly and squirming to get away. Daddy never hit me before and this was all too much, especially since it was still stinging from the fall I took earlier.
The hits started to slow until eventually he was caressing my now bright red bottom as I sobbed limply across his lap.
He shushed me softly, rubbing my sore bottom and petting my back with his hands. “Shhhhh, you did so well my little girl, don’t cry, daddy’s got you.” He whispered to me, pulling me up and placing my legs on either side of him. My pussy spread, landing right on his zipper and I could feel a bulge in daddy’s pants which made me blush even deeper. My butt touched the denim on daddy’s legs and I jumped up from the rough fabric on my sensitive skin.
“You took your punishment so well, do you think daddy should reward you now?”
I nodded, eager to be on daddy’s good side again. He reached his left hand up to cup the back of my neck and slowly moved his right hand to my pussy lips. I flinched and tried to pull away knowing that daddy’s should never touch their little girls there, but he kept a firm hold on me.
“Daddy, no, you can’t touch me there!”
“Touch you where?” Daddy questioned with a smirk, moving his fingers across my pussy. “Here?” He asked, pushing one finger inside me, causing me to gasp.
“Yes! You’re not supposed to touch me there!”
“Awe, but your little pussy wants to be touched, see,” he held up to finger in front of my face showing me it was soaking wet. “You’re practically dripping in my lap baby girl.”
Daddy moved his hand back to my pussy, looking me directly in the eye as he dragging my juice from my hole to my clit, circling it roughly, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“That’s it baby girl, give in to daddy,” he circled my clit harder, pushing my body down with his left hand. “See, this is all you need sweetheart. You just need your daddy, not school or books.” I couldn’t even respond, I was moaning so loudly from the sensations he was giving me. My mind was in a fog the only thing I could think about was cumming.
He rubbed my clit expertly, in a way I had never even touched myself and I could feel my legs shaking, my orgasm building and then just as I was about to lose it, daddy stopped all together.
“No, no no!” I cried out, my eyes snapping open and my hips gyrating on their own, looking for any type of friction. I found myself rubbing myself on daddy’s bulging zipper, both of his hands encouraging me with a tight grip on my waist.
“Daddy, please,” I cried out.
“I know, you wanna cum don’t you?” I nodded rapidly.
“Don’t worry, daddy is gonna reward you still. But you’re gonna need to ride daddy if you want to cum pretty girl.”
Still lost in my orgasmic fog, I wasted no time unbuckling my daddy’s belt and undoing his pants without his help. Before I could, he reached into the waistband of his boxers and freed his cock. I had never seen one in person before and was shocked for a moment, seeing how hard it was and how large in looked in my hand.
“Come on baby girl,” daddy said, pulling me forward with his hands. He gripped his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down my slit, making me squirm back and forth. Finally, he had coated himself in my juices and lined himself up, thrusting into me in one quick motion.
I felt him hit my cervix, causing my eyes to roll back and my pussy to throb. I felt so full, this was nothing like my little toys and fingers.
“Oh baby girl,” daddy moaned into my ear. He slapped my bottom once again and I moaned from the pain. “Ride daddy’s cock.” He grunted.
I went to work, doing what came natural to me having only ever watched videos of this and never doing it myself. Soon, I couldn’t hear anything but the noise of me bouncing on his cock and my loud moaning.
I felt daddy playing with my nipples, pinching them and sucking them, making them perkier than before but suddenly, I felt daddy’s thumb back at my clit, pressing into me and making me cry out.
“OH daddy! Yes, please rub my clit,” I groaned when he moved his thumb and began thrusting back to meet me. I could feel the muscles in my body tensing and I knew an orgasm was coming soon. I quickened my pace, swiveling my hips in a circle to meet daddy’s motions on my clit. He seemed to like that cause he groaned and tossed his head back, but never stopped rubbing me.
“Dad-daddy! I’m gonna,” I moaned unable to form the sentence. “Oh fuck!” Daddy would yell at me later for using such a bad word, but everything felt so good. My pussy was dripping and every cell in my body was buzzing.
“Daddy I’m gonna cum,” I groaned and he thrust harder into me, rubbing my clit back and forth as my legs tightened around his. My eyes snapped open wide as my orgasm finally hit me and I called out, “Daddy!”
Tears swelled in my eyes as the orgasm caused my whole body to shake. I could feel my pussy gripping at daddy’s cock, trying to milk his cum.
“Oh baby, daddy’s gonna cum in your pussy. Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, get ready baby girl, oh daddy’s gonna cum.” He moaned, continuing to thrust into me as my orgasm dragged on.
“Oh fuck, there it is, take it little girl! Daddy’s gonna put a baby inside you, oh fuck,” my orgasm subsided and I could feel daddy’s cum shooting up into me, right against my cervix, coating my fertile pussy with potent cum.
“Oh, daddy no!” I cried out, what a dumb little girl I was for letting my daddy fuck me without any protection.
“Oh baby, yes.” Daddy groaned, he slumped back into his chair, his hair was messy and sweaty and his muscular chest stretched out the shirt he was wearing. “Oh, such a good girl. You’re gonna have daddy’s babies so you don’t have to waste your time at college anymore.” He pushed my curls away from my face and then placed his hand on my hips, rubbing under my belly button with his thumb.
“Are you excited to be a good little mommy for daddy?”
Daddy started to pull out of me and I felt the cum rush out of me, but daddy quickly caught it, shoving his fingers into my messy pussy, keeping his cum buried inside me.
“Oh yes!” I moaned.
Daddy smiled at me, “Daddy’s glad to hear that. You’ll make such a good mommy.”
I smiled down at him and slowly, he pulled me down to his face, kissing me slowly while starting to fuck me again with his fingers.
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