Punishing the Brats - Taboo 18 Book Bundle: Man of the House, Brat & Fertile First Time Stories

by Candy Quinn

  "I have tried-" his voice was even, but shaky. He pulled me down over his lap on his majestic poster bed.

  "-to be a caring father." I hadn't dare hope for this reaction. He pulled my panties down.

  "Wearing this around the house..." he muttered, then I felt the sudden shock rush through me as my body jolted at his hand smacking down against my ass.

  "I've tried-" he smacked me again, the shock was fading and I could feel the pain burning now.

  "- to provide-" smack, "-education-" smack, "-security-" smack, "-clothes-" smack, "fuck I've spent something over half a million at that fucking school just covering up after your fucking shit!" smack, smack, smack. I was feeling it now, tears were welling up in my eyes, but they wouldn't flow. The burning sensation in my ass was tempered with an intense pressure growing in my hips. This is what I'd wanted, I'd never known, but this feeling. I was getting spanked by my stepfather and it turned me on. With every smack breaking across my sensitive flesh, I could feel the dominant aura forcing itself into me, onto me, my little yips of pain were disappearing, I had to bite my lip to hold back moans. I squirmed, my thighs rubbing together while the heat spread, a wetness growing that felt just so right that it flooded my mind drifting above the pain. The soaring giddy fog of concentrated bliss started pouring into me, slowly dropping my consciousness into dull pleasure, while my body flinched and twitched its way higher and higher on a crest of pleasure that I couldn't handle. Surely he could smell me. I'd never been this wet before. It pleasure grew too much, like a balloon expanding beyond the constraints of my body to hold and it poured out in a growl. I moaned out loud as the next smack came down.

  "The fuck? Are you getting off on this? The fuck is wrong with you?" The words twisted the pleasure in me and I could feel my mind starting to come apart at the seams. I was a whore, a slut, I got turned on by my fucking stepfather, the man who used to bounce me on his knees. I got turned on by him spanking me. That was when I felt it, even in my drunk haze I could feel a hardness pressing up against my belly. He was hard for me. I felt pride, pride that I, a girl, the man's stepdaughter had gripped this man in a sexual way. He wanted me. He wanted to fuck me.

  "You fucking slut." The words hurt more than the spanking did, the words excited me more than the spanking did. I was aching for him, I wanted him more than I wanted the oxygen around me. The world around me shifted, I knew I was being moved but my senses were flooded and it took me a while to realize my burning ass was on the bed. I looked down to see my stepfather looking at me, his emerald gaze, filled with equal parts rage and hunger kept me pinned to the bed. Then I felt his big warm hands on my legs and I shuddered, my skin flinched at his touch. I shivered with anticipation as I watched him come closer, then I spread my legs.

  My stepfather was between my legs, his lips kissing down my legs. It was forceful, it was bestial, his hand gripped my leg like a slave's anklet. Rather than scare me, it made me feel secure, it made me feel owned. His hands on my skin, his lips mashing against me, closer and closer, I rocked my hips up in response. My wanton instinctively craved more. This was beyond any experience I'd ever had before, no one had touched me, no one had been with me. I'd thought about what it might feel like to have someone pleasure me, but nothing compared with the feeling of my stepfathers tongue finally coming to run between my smooth slick folds. I long, high mewl of pleasure trilled out of me, my head thrown back while he lapped at my leaking pussy.

  His fingers gripped into me, pawing at my skin. Hot breath, slick tongue working into me, running up through my folds up to my clit. My hips jerked up off the bed mashing my lips against his. Then he forcefully shoved my ass back down into the bed, the pleasurable pain from the spanking flaring up again as I made contact.

  "Oh my god, oh my god, fucking oh my god!" I mewled nonsense into the air. It was too much, I was frightened now, very frightened, this was more than I'd ever felt and it was scary, soaring so high I was frightened of the coming fall. Then my stepfather sucked on my clit. I came. Hard. My pussy clamped down around nothing, my body shuddering in paroxysms of pleasure, rippling off the bed up into the air like a flag in storm. A long loud moan that I was sure mom would hear if she wasn't probably in a drunken sleep in the other room. I reached down with my hands trying to ease him up off of me, it was too intense. Then I relaxed, my body flapping back down into the bed. My eyes rolled back into my head as I tried to process the sensations. My legs quivered, thighs gripping his head. My chest heaved, hard nipples rubbing so rightly against my camisole with small peaks of pleasure turning over the gears of euphoria shooting through me. My body ached with the strain and even as I relaxed the exhaustion weighed down on me, holding my sore ass to the bed.

  I looked down, only my eyes moving to read my stepfather. He huffed, standing up erection jutting against his pants. His eyes had lost their fog and a sense of horror dawned across his face.

  "What the fuck have I done?" His stern face crumpled in a mess of anger and anguish. He lashed out, kicking his suitcase across the room. He wouldn't look at me, couldn't look at me, then he left the room, slamming the door behind him. I wanted to react, wanted to do or say something but I was too far gone. Sleep pulled at my eyelids and drew me down into its deep bliss.

  * * *

  I sat at the table. For once it wasn't empty, but that was more to do with the fact that it was morning than any change in domestic life. Mom was hung-over, her sunglasses next to her hand on the table. The rare few occasions she actually met my gaze all I received was a glower. I don't know what it was that stirred the rage inside me as she frowned and looked away. Maybe it was because despite everything, I expected her to care, to behave differently, to give a damn. But time and again she showed just how much she didn't care and I was left feeling disappointed. If only she knew what her husband had done to me last night. I smirked, though it quickly turned into a grimace when I shifted in my seat. The burning pain on my ass wasn't going to dissipate for a while it would seem. Still, how satisfying it would be to show her, for her to know he hadn't been able to control himself around me, that my body had lured him away from her. The only disappointment had been that he'd avoided me since. Mom's phone buzzed next to her on the table, she looked away and scooped up her phone and bag, heading for the door.

  I was alone, I wasn't going to sit there all day thoughts of sinful pleasures of the flesh stirring through me. I stood up and walked to my room, rifling through my closet in search of the clothes I wanted. My favorite short red dress, when I first saw it I felt a thrill of anticipation at the scandalous length of it. It felt so good hugging my skin, the mirror on the sliding door of my wall closet showing how it graced my breasts, my hips, my ass and just lightly licked down my supple thighs. Then I picked out my favorite black and brown wedge sandals, took my purse and called a taxi. I wasn't going to sit around, I was going to make something happen.

  The clatter of my steps echoed down the empty, post-modern hallway. Opaque glass offices flanked either side of me all the way up to the smartly dressed woman at reception.

  "Oh hi Gemma right? Your father's a little busy out in a business meeting, but he's due back in a few minutes. Would you like to wait in his office?" I smiled up at her, the vision of professional, polite helpfulness.

  "Thank you! Though it's meant to be a surprise, is there any way you could just pretend I've snuck in?" I turned my eyes up at her with a slight plea. She smiled indulgently at me and brought a fine manicured finger up to her lips, pointing me toward the elevator.

  Her stepfather's office was tastefully decorated, expensive black leather chairs; an ornate drinking cabinet was built high into the wall, crystal glass doors embossed with his seal on either door. But my eyes were only set on his desk, thick, wooden, only open at one end. I crawled in there, my pussy throbbing with the familiar sweet ache of anticipation as I thought on what I planned. The fine carpet started to mark my unblemished flesh while I waited, the weight of my fear and expectation weigh down on me. Wha
t if he doesn't come? What if he gets called away? What if- My fears were interrupted by the click of the door. A few steps, then the shine of his black Venetian loafers came into view. He drew himself into the chair, closer into the desk then his voice called out, making me flinch. "No, it's too important, I can't afford to reschedule with them, send them in." Then his phone thudded above me and I decided it was now or never. My hands reached out and grabbed his knees, "What the fuck!?" He almost leapt out of his chair as his eyes locked with mine, but that was when a knock at his office door brought his attention back up and I chose that moment to strike, my hand zipped down his fly and pulled out his cock. The smell was intoxicating, it was woody, thick and all deafening in my mind. I could see my stepfather glaring down at me, still confused as he tried to adjust to the situation and the door clicked open again and his eyes shot up, face a practiced mask again. It was exhilarating, there were other people in the room, other men, who had no idea that underneath the desk their business partner had his hard dick being brought closer and closer. I brought the head of his dick into my mouth. My hand stroked up and down his shaft, tongue dragged across the head of his dick and she sucked. I licked along the slit and felt his skin tremble, I couldn't make out his words clearly as I bobbed up and down. Bitter pre-cum trickled out of the tip and I swallowed it hungrily as the spit gathered, wet noises punctuated every thrust. I could feel him start to thrust his hips up, he hadn't been fucking mom lately, that much was obvious. I brought the head of my stepfather’s dick out of my greedy mouth and brought it up against my outstretched tongue, my hand pumping up and down his magnificent cock. The slick jerk of flesh, the woody scent, the bitter taste and the solid rock of cock in the grip of my hand echoed through the cock hungry fogs flooding my mind. Then I heard him cough, his hips jerked and I gripped at his legs, swallowing his dick up again in my mouth as jet after jet of hot sticky cum shot out into my mouth, clinging in a sticky mess in my throat. I swallowed as much as I could and licked my lips.

  It took a few minutes, alone in the silence, the heat gathering between my legs but finally the men left the room. It was an oppressive silence that pooled around me. But then his legs stretched up and out from the desk. He said not a word as he pulled her out of the desk and pushed her up against the wall. My heart raced, his mask cracking to show the rage that lay beneath, he brought it so close, so close to my face I could taste his breath. Then he kissed me, his tongue taking mine, his lips demanding. He lifted me up against the wall, my dress being pulled up, my naked, sore ass pressed up against the drink cabinet. I could feel the embossed seal of my stepfather digging into my red ass and I trembled, cunt clenching down over nothing as I thought of the branding my ass would receive as he thrust me against it. Then he parted my legs, his never wilting cock pressing against my pussy, and thrusting in. My mouth broke away from his, opening to let out a howl of pain but instead it stole my voice away from me, the unfamiliar pressure pushing the wind out of me. I buried my face into his shoulder, my hands gripping into his hair as he grunted, slowly pushing in. I hadn't anticipated this. Some part of me needed it. Needed my stepfather inside me, this is what I'd been after all this time right? All the pranks, all the trouble it was all just for this moment, for this feeling, for this sinful pleasure. I could ignore the pain, I could embrace the man, embrace my father and the pleasure he drove into me, one thrust at a time. He smelled so good, felt so strong and he wanted me. My married stepfather wanted me, wanted my pussy, wanted to fuck me. I could feel the soaring pleasure bring me higher and higher into the soaring bliss. My legs wrapped around his waist and brought him deeper, his dick drawing out sweeter and sweeter mewls of pleasure which spiked when my clit brushed against his waist. The pure urgency in his grunts, in his thrusts was bringing me too close to the edge to draw back from.

  "Fuck! Yes daddy! Cum inside me!" I couldn't stop it, I couldn't hold it back, the moan that ripped from my throat as he bucked once, twice, three times while his hot, thick cum poured inside me. There was a part of me that knew this was the goal, to be his, to be pregnant with my daddy's child. To feel my body respond to him whenever I saw him, smelled him and felt him.

  It was the pleasure I'd been seeking ever since the last time he'd brought me to this plateau. But it rang hollow again. I needed more. I needed... I looked up at my stepfather to see him panting, sweat dripping from his brow before he turned away again, hand covering his eyes while he grimaced. I could see the guilt, the regret churning up inside him, tearing him apart, he wasn't made for these feelings, not in his line of work. I reached up to calm him, to show him my love.

  "What the fuck is wrong with me? Fuck off!" he knocked my hand away and the biting chill of his words stilled my heart. He tidied himself and left the room.

  * * *

  I was alone, it was cold. I huddled in my room in a blanket. I had been so full, so brimming with joy and satisfaction, now the night crept in, cold reality turning the passionate embrace into tepid mess. My ass burned, aching with fresh pain in symphony with the pain that throbbed up from my hips making it awkward to walk and awkward to sit. The hole was still there, I could feel it inside me, it demanded more and I didn't know what more I could give it. I wasn't complete, I was missing something and it just wasn't enough. I needed more. I clutched my blanket tight, the tears spilling out from my eyes freely. I held back my sobs, the walls being too thin to be sure of any real privacy, dropped my head into my knees and wept, my chest heaving with the wet messy coughs. I had just enough presence of mind to hear shouting in the next room.

  "She's our daughter, you need to help me with her. She's become completely outrageous, nothing I do is getting through to her. You-" something interrupted him.

  "-Are you fucking kidding me Lorrie? You need to take responsibility, I can't manage work and her fucking bullshit, she needs her fucking mother, what the fuck are you playing at?" Now the rage had whipped up in him, if I was any guess, mom was probably drunk right now.

  "Are you listening? I can't do this all alone! Where is the woman I married?"

  "Oh, where'z sthe w-woman y-you-you married? F-fucken pregnant, f-forced into a m-m-marriage just to keep her fed an-and now all sh-she does is pish it all away. What d-did you want me to b-be? Just a do-doe eyed pregnant whore, h-hungry for cock? W-well fuck it." The words cut deep at me. Maybe she didn't even love daddy, was I the reason she's so unhappy? I shook my head, she's an adult, she can make her own goddamn choices.

  "Unbelievable, unbe-fucking-leavable. Whatever Lorrie, just fuck off into your own drunken world again." The slamming door set a stone in my heart and I huddled up on my bed to sleep away the pain.

  There was only the ever deep darkness that closed in about my room. Silence after rage, after the storm raged once again outside. The familiar footsteps rang down the hall and my heart started to race. My door opened, light spilling into the room and I shrank away, deeper into the darkness. Anticipation had ducked out some time in the night and now all I felt was fear, fear and dread for what I'd done, for how empty I still felt and for how much more I might yet demand. I felt him lay with me, his arms wrapped around me, hugging me like he once had when I was a child. The warm, woody musk surrounded me and I started crying in earnest.

  "I'm so sorry daddy!" I cried like a little girl, trying to hold in my sobs as they racked my body. He held me tighter, held me to him, his hand running up through my hair.

  "My precious Gem, I'm sorry, I-I've done some very wrong things. I love you, I will always love you." I felt the warmth enter me, his lips brushing against my forehead. I didn't know how to understand the paths my thoughts and feelings took in my mind, but I could speak to where they ended. I felt nothing but love glowing within me at his touch, at his reassuring presence at his unflinchingly love. I felt the warmth burning in my pussy again. I ached for him, I felt hardness in his trousers and he flinched. He ached for me too, I could feel it throbbing, throbbing for me. I reached out to him, my lips finding his ears, hot breath on h
is face.

  "Please Daddy...fuck me..."

  "Gem... no this is... this is wrong." He drew back from me conflicted. I brought my lips to his ear again.

  "Why should it be wrong stop it from feeling so fucking right?" I could feel his will break apart at my words.

  He growled and rolled me over, my red bare ass exposed in the air. I felt his big hands trace the family seal still marked in my ass. I moaned throatily as he pushed his girth into me. My body twitched in pleasure, my head coming up, mouth opening in silent satisfaction. I thought about my mother coming in and finding us, seeing her husband thrusting in and out, deeper, drawing out the hot juices my pussy kept flooding with. The thought brought a twist in pleasure all through my body, I could feel the rising fog filling my head. He thrust into me, filling me up with that all demanding length that with every thrust drove thoughts out of my head. Now he was building a steady rhythm, his heavy sack slapping against my clit in a shocking, pleasant smack.

  "So fucking tight." He grunted his head leaning over my back. Then I felt his hand reaching around, cupping my aching breasts, pinching my nipples. The pleasure was assaulting me from every which direction, not least of which from within me.

  "ohfuckfuckfuckohfuck" I couldn't keep my voice in, my tear streaked face looked on at nothing. Vision rising then lowering in accord with my father's hips. I lost myself, mind thrown into wild animalism. I met his thrusts, throwing my hips back, making my ass slap flush against him and making his balls impact more on my clit. His hand reached into my hair, pulling my head back with every thrust and I couldn't contain my voice anymore as I cried out.

  "Fuckmedaddyfuckme!" The storm outside was so loud my voice was whipped away not long after it left my mouth.